October 8, 2012 - 1:48am — Alphafrost
There's a seemingly fine line between a deer you know, and a deer you play with. I thought so, but there seems to be some sort of strange rhetoric to the above; how does one interact and become more than just a 'deer I'd care to know'? Or maybe the nuzzles only do it, for deer are strange creatures; I, for one am even stranger, considering my lack of a deer head, and my investigations upon the lack thereof; a seemingly harmless mutation turned this whole forest into a deer-human haven for the strongest, weakest, and the in-betweens of that. But maybe I think to much, and others too little. And why should I even bother to care; no one seems to care for me, but I, for one, do not care. Why should I have the right to burden myself onto another, and by what right should they tolerate those burdens? I don't care for my species, at least, I have never felt any remote feelings of attraction to the many stags that seem to occupy this place; but I look like a stag myself, but that's all in the preferences, and all in the way I want to show myself to others; but why, then, would no one care to dance the misted nights with me, if they know not what I intend? Can I bear to burden myself onto another? I cannot answer these questions now, but perhaps later, later when my eyes are and misted from a restless week of hatred?
