July 28, 2009 - 11:55pm — dayne
Never done one of these before! Decided I'd do one about what happened yesterday, since it was pretty significant. Sorry if it's not too good! I've never done one of these before, lol!
---
Morning... it was morning. Well.. not quite, Maybe sunrise? A little bit before that? It was hard to tell, the fog clouded the ground and the clouds covered the sky above. A chilling cold ran through the now changing fur of the sleeping doe. Every tawny and red marking was beginning to dull, and some day it would be completely gray. Her fur was slowly growing out as well, but not too fast, for she could die of heatstroke in the heart of the dog days. Blue antlers began to dull as well, and turn darker. They also grew taller. They would soon branch out in a small arch, and become almost a pronghorn style. Mask however, mask stayed the same. She did not change it. It did not change colors. It would stay and be as ever. I guess you could say.. a hint of recognition. Most remembered her for the mask. Her peacock feathers were slowly losing their color, and soon they would fall off completely, only to grow back in the Spring.
|
88 would have thought it was a normal day. She awoke in the pond, the water gently lapping her fur and caressing her dainty hooves. Head lifted to be met by the bothersome fog. Eyes squinted and looked out. Grey. A few deer lay nearby, but they were asleep. She arose, in an almost graceful movement, front feet under her to push her up, only to bow and stretch in a yawning motion. Then she would look around. Her name floated above her to show she was named, she was a true member of this peaceful forest. However, a stag arrived. No name to tell who he was. He walked up and nuzzled her. Causing her to jump backwards, shocked. She would then turn tail and run, and run. Stopping on the opposite side of the pond, she looked out, breathing heavily. Maybe now she could rest..
|
He came back. Except this time, from behind. He nuzzled her rump, her rump! Eyes grew wide with sudden fear as she jerked around, facing him and cowering, she shook her head and mooed "No!". He didn't leave. She did it again. He reared at her! Only to slam down near her face. Where were her friends? Virgil? She cowered again and this time ran. She didn't stop until she reached her comfort zone, her little valley of the blue flowers. She stood there and breathed heavily. Was he gone? Eyes stared wide in sudden realization of how she had been violated. Nameless stags.. they were all the same! They had no name! Any of them could be that same male! Stay away!
|
But a noise caught her attention. A fawn. A little fawn stood nearby behind a tree. She slowly walked and bowed, but it darted. She lowered herself to express how sad she was. Was she scary? The fawn however, seemed to hang around, but not close. She laid down. The fawn approached and sniffed her. As she motioned to get up and bow, it darted again. Again she lay. The fawn came back, she stood up, it ran. 88 then stopped laying down. She faced the fawn, who stay near a tree, and bowed. She would then nod slowly. The fawn approached. She nodded again. ""It is okay, little one.. I will not hurt you." The fawn came closer, and it sniffed her, and she sniffed it back. She lay down. The fawn lay down. 88 instantly felt a protective, almost motherly bond over this fawn. No one would hurt it.
|
As they lay, another deer came. A nameless. 88 froze in fear, hoping it would walk away, but it came closer, and closer. It went for the fawn. It sniffed. 88 suddenly felt the fawn was in danger, and she arose. She shook her head and mooed. He bowed and sniffed. She mooed again. "Go away! Get! We don't want you!" He didn't listen. The fawn cowered in fear. 88 lowered her small nubby antlers and shook her head. Get! Get away! He stayed. She lowered them again, and shoved forward a little bit. He did nothing but bow again. She lowered them again and shook her head. He then lowered his. Was he going to challenge her? He was a stag! His antlers were bigger then hers! He would murder her! But no, she had to protect this fawn from the nameless heathen. She lowered them and shook her antlers again, mooing loudly and stomping her hooves into the ground. 88 was angry. She did not want this filthbag to touch the fawn she had only just warmed up to. After minutes of taunting and threatening he left. 88 nuzzled the fawn and it returned it. She then lay down and rest. She was tired. The fawn lay next to her.
|
Two deer came and surrounded her and the fawn. The fawn cowered in fear as they sniffed it. They had names. But still, 88 stood tall and shook her head no, and herded the fawn away. They retreated to a location under a slanted rock in the playground, and there they rest. Another deer and fawn came, and 88 got her little friend to say Hello, but soon they left and again she and the fawn lay. However, a deep sleep overcame her, and she went into a coma-like state..
|
Later she woke up, and she lay alone. The fawn was gone. None of her friends were around.. so she lay there. Waiting.
Poor 88 The nameless' seem
~~~
Snowrift's Updates
Aww, poor 88.
|x- Laurette's Biography -x|
+--- Lexus Adastria's Biography ---+
This seems like that
_______________________________________________________
Roscoe's Bio & Updates 8D
-pets 88- Beautiful writing.
-- Dannii <3
I remember that stag Roscoe
|x- Laurette's Biography -x|
+--- Lexus Adastria's Biography ---+
This is excellent writing,