:: Heavenly Teardrops ::
May 12, 2009 - 5:27pm — Amara7
My friend. My dear, dear friend. I think you still have a lot to learn about me…
I am not a simple doe, as you might have noticed. I am fearful yet I am not depressed. The rainfall calms me down and the divine waters of the Crying Idol purify me. Clouds were still drifting in front of the lovely sun, so my bath at the sacred idol was cold as ice. But the refreshment was worth the pain, stinging in my shaky legs as I hopelessly tried to shake the water from my colourful pelt. What I fool I was, taking a bath while knowing I had no chance to dry myself in the next few hours. But it could not be helped, I thought, so I continued my daily stroll.
Sometimes I randomly bellow, because I am intrigued by the sound my skull mask makes. But I unwillingly attracted some attention; a few stags seemed to be curious about my call. They returned my bellow and I quickly hid myself inside the Crying Idol. Yes, inside of the statue. I am able to walk through or hide myself in anything physically present, even other living beings. For long I have kept this a secret, but recently I have come to realize nobody would ever think of abusing this information. Why would they? What for? So even though I am closed down, I am showing you a page of the book that is normally locked for every curious eye but my own.
Anyway, my thoughts are trailing off.
All of the stags seemed to be losing interest, but one. My being was shocked to see his presence; silver pelt, huge, blood red antlers and a skull mask like my own. Secretly I missed the purple flowers he wore the other day, their scent has the same effect on me like honey has on a bumblebee.
As always I was careful, but he quickly approached and sniffed me, meaning he probably did not dislike the last time he inhaled my scent. I accepted his quiet compliment and opened up a bit. But then he went too far. I suddenly felt his warm breath on my neck and a shock went down my spine: he was touching me.
In order to keep my own body safe, nobody was allowed to touch me. Ever. I reared up high and shook my head fiercely. ‘No!’ I yelled, my usually weak voice stronger than ever. He was visibly shocked and let his head down in grief. I felt how I blinked my own blue eyes as he gave me a sad look, one that hit me immediately.
I forgave and forgot and we continued frolicking, just like we did the last time we met. If I could only watch myself from a distance, I would certainly be surprised. My pale cheeks were red from excitement and I could almost see my own eyes sparkle. His company was a true bliss; he elegantly danced around me like a king, shaking the thousands of divine tears from his fur. He laughed at me and I laughed back, a joyful moment kept within my heart forever.
But then he did it again, the touching.
And again.
And again when he said goodbye.
Every time I reared, every time I shook my head wildly. My narrowed eyes pierced right through his own pools of innocence. He was frightened, so I decided to do something I know I would regret deeply. I brushed my fur slightly against his and felt disgusted inside, but at least it made him happy.
Forgiveness is a virtue, as the Gods make us believe. I have faith in them and their sayings; therefore I will forgive you for your foolish behaviour. Once. Twice. And even thrice.
Wow, your writings are just
And I'm sorry for my little deer's behavior. He didn't know that he is not allowed to touch you. And next time, he won't do it, if you don't want him to. <: Even though, he thought that you don't like him, cause you backed off everytime he came closer. 8o
Thankyou Rouda! My deer is
Oh thankies, it's nice to
Roti thinks your doe is adorable in her own, complicated way. <:
;O Intriguing. SHE CAN WALK
I do feel sorry for her though ._. And now you have me curious >>
-- Dannii <3
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