The Fawn Storyteller Collection

Look man, I’m no writer. Hell, I couldn’t even read as a goddamn human. What makes you think I can tell a story? Whatever… I’ve been telling stories to fawns and fawns at heart a lot lately… Here are my experiences.
Enjoy the crappiness. Seriously, why are you here again?

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“How the Trees Got Their Bark” – A Story Told to Echria

I was walking. It was actually a nice day for once. That was probably because the sky was a bit cloudy, but I wasn’t complaining. I’m glad that I got to walk and move around, stretch my legs a bit, y’know? As I strolled I noticed a fawn that I had met before, looking lonely, like seriously lonely. I felt pretty bad about it, specially’ since I knew her from when I told that story at the old oak. I walked on up to her.

“Echria, right?” I asked. I had always been bad at remembering names. She perked up and hopped over to me. “Yeah! You’re that big red deer that told us the story at the old oak!” she lightly head-butted me, a bit overly affectionate, but friggen adorable.
I… really wouldn’t mind having a kid of my own someday… Too bad…

“Yeah, kid. It’s me. Not ‘that big red deer’ though. Jergens. Name’s Jergens.” I grinned and playfully pushed her back, almost knocking her to the ground. She leapt back up and hopped to the nearest tree, rubbing herself against it. “Can you tell me a story about all the other trees here too?” she asked, hopping back to me and laying down, tapping her hoof and expecting me to join.

Great. Another story request… Seriously? Ah well, she was cute, and she seemed lonely. Rather than have a spell-spam fight with her I decided to just sit and relax in the weather.

“Hmm… About all the other trees? Let me think…” Again, I thought of a title… and a beginning, but nothing else. Alright… Might as well...

“I’ll tell ya the story of why trees have bark.” I decided, nodding to myself. “Once upon a time all the trees in the forest were completely bare. No bark was wrapped around them to keep them warm, and cause’ of that, they were pretty unhappy most of the time.” She jumped onto my back and sprawled herself across me, nodding quietly.

“Ya might wonder why the Gods didn’t give em’ bark in the first place… Well… That was because they weren’t finished yet. The Gods had just started making them when a big war had come up outside of the forest. The Gods decided to go help their ally Gods so they left the forest and the unfinished trees all alone with no one to look over them.” The little fawn sighed sadly. “That’s really sad…” she murmured. I smiled. “Hey man, don’t worry. All of my stories have happy endings, okay? It’ll get better soon.”

“Alright… Where was I? Well… When the twin Gods left, the trees started to get very cold and uncomfortable. They didn’t know what to do. They were so cold that they had even started to shiver, gaining the attention of the few deer that lived in the forest then. One of the stags, shocked that he saw the trees moving but felt no wind, asked, ‘What's wrong? Why are you guys shaking?’ to which the trees replied, ‘Cause we’re cold and don’t have any way to get warm.’ The stag, a mighty young deer in his prime named Echria-…” The little fawn jumped off my back and tapped her hoof. “I’m a girl, though!” she cried, smiling and laughing happily. I snorted. “Yeah, I know that. Who ever said I was talking about you? I was just talking about a stag named Echria.” She stuck her tongue out at me. I sighed. “Alright, fine. Geez, kid… the doe, a lovely young lady that was definitely not a stag, made a very clever suggestion.”

“It really was smart of her too. She went up and grabbed some fallen leaves off the ground, caked some mud onto them, and slapped em’ right onto the tree. ‘There’ she said. ‘Let that dry, and ya won’t ever be cold again!’ soon every tree in the forest had a shiny coat of mud and leaves covering them that eventually turned into a crust and hardened, creating the bark that we know of now.”

“And that, kid, is how trees got their bark. Good things can be made without the God’s help, y'know.”


Echria is owned by SnowSauria

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“How the Deer Can Talk” – A Story Told to Fiona

Ugh… hot day. It was such a goddamn hot day. Y’know it really doesn’t help that my fur is so thick on these types of days. It was matted with sweat, and frankly, quite disgusting looking. I huddled under a tree, hoping to catch a bit of shade. Curling myself around it I heard something that sounded vaguely like little hoof beats. Really tiny foot beats. They were softer than a fawn’s, actually. Curious, I turned my head around and saw what looked to be like a ‘runt of the litter’, ya could say. It was just a little brown speck running towards me. Who else? There was no one in sight from where I was.

It had a little wreath of purple flowers around her head, like most fawns did. Hell, I used to do it when I was its age. The fawn ran up and made a dainty mock curtsey in front of me, sitting down.

“Hello there! I’m Fiona.” Ah, it was a she. It was hard to tell from a distance. “I saw you and thought I’d say hello, so hello!” her little brown tail wagged as she said this. I grinned at her, not one of my creepy grins, but more of a friendly one.

“Hey kid, What’cha doin’ running round’ on a hot day like this?” I asked her. A logical question indeed, then again, fawns always seemed to have a godly amount of energy. She tilted her head and laughed. “Looking for deer to play with, of course!” she paused before adding (very innocently, if I might add) “You talk funny…”

Look, I was brought up in New York. I’ll admit that my accent might be a little hard for others to understand, but I certainly thought it sounded nice.

“Kid, ya want me to tell ya a story of somethin’?” I wanted to slap myself for asking that… I still remember the last story I ‘told’. I still can’t believe that they were entertained by it, too. Fiona’s ears perked up. “You’re a storyteller? Wow! Tell me a story, then!” she demanded. Man, this fawn certainly was the pushy type. Meh, bossy was okay, I guess.

“All right then… Let me think here…” Well… I thought of a beginning, and that was about it. I just kinda made it all up as I went along. “Okay, I’ll tell you why forest deer speak.”

"Okay, once upon a time there was a little human girl named Fiona.” I stopped when I noticed her confusion. “Ya know what a human is, kid?” she shook her head. “Um… No. Tell me what they are!” she tapped her hoof on the ground, as if declaring it so. Yeah, she was bossy, but she was still pretty damn cute. Made me want to have kids again...

“A human is an animal like you or me that doesn’t have fur. It also only walks on two legs. And it was the first animal to talk.” I hoped that would suffice, at least. She seemed to understand anyway, so I went on.

“Anywho, the little human girl Fiona wandered into the endless forest one day while she was playing outside. And ya know what she saw, right?” I asked. She nodded vigorously. “Deer!” she exclaimed. I nodded, smiling a little. Man, she was so tiny… I still wonder how old she is.

“Right, she saw a whole bunch of forest deer like us. And she was very surprised when she saw their names floating on their heads. She went up to one and asked, ‘Mr. Deer, what is that glowing thing atop yer head?’ cause’ humans don’t have God-given names like us. The deer looked at her in confusion, mainly because he had never heard someone talk before in the forest. He didn’t say anything. No one could say anything.”

Fiona got up and sat down right next to me, adding extra uncomfortable warmth. I ignored it. “But…” she looked up at me with… sickeningly adorable eyes, “…How could all the deer tell each other stories? Or find out where their friends were?” she asked. I grinned.

“Smart kid, that’s exactly what the little human girl Fiona thought. She kept exploring round' the forest until she saw the twin Gods themselves, leering at her.” I let my fur stand up on end for a nice added effect to the melodrama. “The twin Gods had been following her, right? One of them, who knows which, tapped his (or her) foot in front of him (or her), like he (or she) was asking for something. The little girl pointed at them both and said, ‘That’s just the thing! Ya can’t tell me anything, can ya? Why can’t you guys talk like us? Ya kinda look like us; we even have the same type of face! Can’t ya talk?” for the little girl’s voice I tried to break a high falsetto to make it sound… y’know… girly. It sounded really stupid though. Fiona just laughed at it.

“Yeah… yeah… I’m tryin’ kid. Anyway, the Gods both stared at her. One of them tried to answer her, and only a faint mumbling sound could be heard, as if he (or she, we don’t know which) could not speak at all. And that was just it, kid. Not even the Gods themselves could talk. So, the little human girl Fiona did her best to teach them her language. The language we speak even today.” I smiled a little.

“And that is why you shouldn’t just take voices for granted, kid. Think of what it would be like without one.”

Fiona is owned by MidnightShadows

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