Frog

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Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Crunch. Crunch. Hiss. Crack.

The stag, grunting irritably, peered up in to the sky. His heart sank to hear another tree fall somewhere in the forest.

The oncoming storm threw itself in to a roiling blanket over the skies and unleashed its havoc upon the peaceful glades, the gentle pond, and the towering yet comforting ruins. It took trees in seconds, lightning crackling and hissing as if a coiling snake in a bed of last fall's leaves. The trees, as still as trapped prey, fell easily in response to every strike.

The clouds rolled forth like a military machine, overtaking the peaceful land in a blue-black darkness. Every drip of rain a kamikaze, crashing in to the earth or on to anything in its way. Each glowed briefly alight in the event it encountered the glow of a pictogram, before winking out of vision as the sun over the horizon.

Rain coated everything in a sheen like glass, so heavy was its assault. The Idol's waters swelled in to a rage at the extra liquid collecting in its embankment. The sound was a deafening roar as the river raged, frothing in to the pond. The pond took the river's assault as peacefully as possible, only slowly overflowing to cover a bit more of the land.

The thickets, the Oak, and the Playground were crowded with deer yearning to escape the sky's hateful storm. They packed in, losing hope as each place filled to capacity with fawns, does, and stags all piled so tightly they wrung the water out of each other's fur with every movement. Those left outside tried to find cover beneath the greater of their herd-mates, who seemed to bow beneath the weight of the water pouring atop them.

The stag stood alone, cringing as yet another tree fell to the onslaught of the storm.

It would seem that the soaking downpour would never quit, like a waterfall, constant. The army of clouds seemed to grow darker, and the pictograms of the forest's inhabitants ever brighter. They all prayed from their shelters, awaiting an abatement to the battle raging overhead.

Mud squelched between the lone stag's hooves as they propelled him from his vantage point to the one place he knew he could see all. Each smoldering casualty of the lightning storm was easily leapfrogged, left behind as the stag climbed the Birch hills to his desire.

The smoke from the mushrooms was almost invisible, cut to ribbons by the raindrops' onslaught, though they could not even touch that which was within the great circle. There, without overflowing its brim, stood the fountain. The ever-constant was a gift to the forest. As the stag's bright colors faded to the overpowering magic, so seemed to fade the storm into the background. The waters were warm to the lips and tingled as they slipped down the deer's gullet to fill him with the magic everyone could embrace.

Slick skin enjoyed the rain, and the frog grinned as it fell upon him.


Even in the toughest of times, one can find peace and serenity if they choose to leave all their angers to be washed away by the storm. -Foxglove
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I think I've fallen in love

I think I've fallen in love with your style<3
Beautiful work c:
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Thank you, GingerNut

Thank you, GingerNut <3
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