Zylix plodded her way through the woods...

...She was barely able to walk anymore. She'd gone back and forth between the outlands and the Forest. She'd forgotten friends she'd walked with, but the fawn friends- She remembered those. She remembered the ones she'd rompled with that had entroduced her into the forest. Lazy long legs flowed eagerly towards the smell of cold water and happy, unaware fish and frogs and magic. Finally, the gurgling creek she was following lead to the pond she loved so very much. She slowly sat down in the cold, welcoming water and closed her eyes, antlers standing tall above her despite the weakness that spread through them. The poppies began to drop from them, gray and lifeless with the time she'd worn them; Despite the magic of the forest, they couldn't last forever, and neither could she. Slowly closing her eyes, she felt the windy power return to her lanky legs that had powered her when she was a spotty fawn with plenty of life to live. She sighed softly, rustling the water softly, before her entire form moved and turned to a lovely, velvet-black smoke and dispersed into the air, curling into the sky and giving itself to a different life somewhere else. The howls of the birds in the trees nearby signaled the silence that filled where she'd disappeared. In just a few days' time- Maybe, if she was lucky, even a few hours' time- she would come back as someone else. Hope was the last thing she'd thought of, and maybe hope was to be received.

Maybe...