January 19, 2012 - 1:46pm — YarielGodmire
{I'm a real fan of deer. So when I saw this I thought this was a really neat idea. No fighting. No quest-hunting. And especially no chatting (even what I'm a chatterbox myself). This is more of a relief to me to actually find a game that my inner oddity can reconcile. And I know this is supposed to be for the writing/diary category, but this is more of how my dear came to be and so I decided to put it here. Enjoy!}
{I'm also new here, so please bear with me. We were all beginners in the first place. Also, I will put the drawing of the dear as soon as I can find an eraser. :D}
Waking up, I found myself lying in the middle of this mystical yet peculiar habitat. It was strangely quiet, and yet perfectly peaceful, as if I was in a dream, placed here to rest eternally. I wandered the eerie forest, found interesting places, and eventually met a herd of deer. Is this were I belong? I thought. I entered the crowd, minding my own business until a certain fawn, a doe came up to me. She welcomed me to the herd, and asked for my name. I thought for a second, and decided to call myself Railse. It was an odd name, best suited for an odd deer like me.
I didn't really mind the herd. In fact, I was glad to belong to some sort of a family, of strangers, I guess. But after a while I decided to be by myself again, hoping by isolating myself from the only sign of life that I can learn more of my true potential, as a young stag-to-be. I have found to have a certain liking for jumping, especially over streams. I also liked eating pine cones, and drinking fresh water by the statue thing. I also discovered, personally, to have a certain disliking for show-offy fawns. But that's probably because I kind of but into their territory. Oops. I also seem to cling to other fawns, the ones that are quieter and less jumpier.
Well, I guess it's time to get back to the herd.
