My eyes opened, and I greedily accepted the fresh rain-air. A group of mouthy fawns are gathered to my left, and I thought about playing with them, yet when a stag rushed in I thought it better to play it cool. I had a new slate... and everything was up for my taking.
It was later in the day, when the air began to cool when I found a massive stag, in a group of about three. I watched from the trees, apparently not so quietly as he had spied me and instantly invited me to join them
I suppose if he knew my intentions for the fawn dancing at their heels they would've rather bashed my skull against a tree-- but to my advantage they didn't know at all. I acted normal, and stayed with them until another group with a rather slender doe in their midst caught my eye.
I swooped over, keeping my shadows with the trees and watched.
She was quite pretty, and more than once I saw her look over at me.
Finally I waited until the group had split, some leaving the forest, and others more interested in something else away from the pack.
A few fawns lingered around this friendly female, and she danced and laughed with them. I slowly approached her, and she turned to face me. I circled her once, her eyes were radiating with innocence and wonder. I brushed against her, and she nuzzled me...
Interesting.
The fawns then accepted me, seeing as their doe leader had welcomed me, this dark stranger. Did they have any common sesnse? Were they robbed of it? It was all to my advantage. Twisting the mind is my game...
I began to dance, a method that had truly amazing effects on the group. They saw me as normal, friendly.
... I took them all to the pond and we all drank from it... the doe began to drink first and when I walked in slowly next to her, she didn't make a move. I smiled to myself. Soon enough she had to leave. Her delicate limbs folded under her, I sat also. Feeling her warm fur against mine. The fawns scattered. She folded her neck around, against my chest.
The wind whispered dark things above me.

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I hate playing a pedofile. I hate it I hate it I hate it. I wanted to try and "broaden" my characters a bit, by playing the opposite of Mystress. I thought it would be good for me, even writing-wise. My heart is too delicate for this crap! The doe is Kaoori in this story, and I could see how sweet she was and..and -eyes well up with tears- goshadangit. I couldn't twist stuff around, I couldn't bear hurting her! I know this character is an excuse to be mean to people, but still! I can't stand it when people are hurtful to me and I can't do it to anyone else.
I'm hiring Walter to kill him as soon as he can tomorrow, because I think it's cheesy to just -poof- he's gone...
I can't do this....

And then when Lemon came in the forest this morning, that was when I relized I REALLY couldn't be mean. Sooo, I'm going to make him a totally different character. Sometime. I need to recover.
So here's how I'm going to take my anger out on this character. Mystress will give him an earful, but remmeber she can't see him because he has no good in him at all... sooo, he's at a very good advantage.
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Well, well... look who we have here. The "Light Priestess" herself. I must be blessed to be in your presence.
Dalzell circled Myst who was praying at the God's statue. She couldn't hear him... he kicked her with a hoof, and she stood firm, and alert.
Demon, I can hear you now.
Dalzell smiled crookedly.
With your old old body it's a wonder you can hear anything... what is it you find pleasue in the fawns?
Demon, according to legend, the young know everything, and spend the rest of their lives forgetting. There is much they can teach us if you will listen. They are fragile, and beautiful. I dance with them for reasons that baffle you, for they are beyond you comprehension.
Really...? I thought it was so you could get more followers. You'll become more powerful with however many young hearts you have around you... they're clueless, that's what I love about them. Once you start dancing, you hook them in.
Demon, there are more followers of light than you know! Be gone, and fall within the pit of endless darkness before you. For I have brought light, and it shall never be my time to leave the forest! The followers of light, are not mine. They are never mine. They are free, and they are good. They will impail their antlers one-by-one into your rotting flesh and tear you apart in their rage for what you do to others.
Kaoori, and Lemon have already been unfortunate to have their eyes darkened by seeing you before them. You are not worthy to stand in the way of the just. Nor are you ever worthy to ever touch them, nor kiss the ground they walk on...
Dalzell was blinded by a light that gleamed between Mystress' antlers. It began to sting him, and he ran.
Your time has come.