March 2, 2011 - 3:53am — BluedeerLegend18
Please note that it starts out in a regular forest, with regular deer, and then later on the RP we go on a journey to the Endless Forest.
Logan had not known how long he had been standing behind the rock. A tear fell down his cheek; he was too scared to come out.
It all had happened so fast.
Logan and his mother were heading home. Logan kept his head close to his mother's body, hearing her loud heart beat. But then thunder shot though the forest. Logan jumped back a few feet, when the thunder struck again.
"Run." His mother whispered. "Just run."
And Logan ran off with a burst of speed. He ran like he had to to save the world. Even if his legs felt like they were unscrewing off, Logan still ran. The thunder struck again, and made Logan run even faster. Then he didn't even know why he was running. Just like Forrest Gump. He was just running. That was all.
Then the thunder boomed again. It sounded close, and scared Logan. So he hid behind a rock for hours, until finally he decided to look out.
Nothing was there. Where was his mother?
"Mother!" He yelled. "Where are you mother!"
Just then he heard something behind him. He quickly turned around. "Mother?" he said.
It didn't answer. No, it was not his mother, but another deer.
"Who are you?" Logan asked. "Come out and show yourself!"
(Mmm, can't pass up an
What a beautiful day it was. The sun cast its rays down upon the forest, making it glow with a lush green tint to it. The sky was a brilliant blue color, with clouds that floated peacefully above the young, jagged edged mountains. Insects swirled around in the light breeze, tickling a doe's ears, causing her to flick them back and forth to get rid of the little nuisances. She sniffed the breeze, taking in all the scents of the forest. The scents of her home. The little pond gently lapped the shores, and its coolness soothed the young doe.
"Oh how I love days like this, where there aren't any predators in sight. Nothing but these darn bugs." Honeyfur looked crossly at the little specks buzzing around her, ruining the moment. She was torn; she wanted to splash water at them, but she also didn't want to attract attention to herself. Instead, she stepped further out into the pond until she had to wade out. The water felt good on this hot summer day. She tilted her head back to breathe in the sweet scents again.
BANG!
Her eyes snapped open and put her head on a swivel, looking everywhere. The sky was clear, and the clouds over the mountains weren't a threatening gray yet, so it wasn't thunder. So what was it then?
BANG!
Honeyfur's blood ran cold as realization hit her when the second bang happened. Thunder with no clouds could only mean one thing. She turned around quickly and hurried back to shore, toward the safety of the trees and undergrowth. She remembered the first time she heard thunder with no clouds. It was when she was immature and not wise enough (which wasn't that long ago). When she heard the thunder-with-no-clouds, she was curious and wanted to know what it was, so she went toward the sound. But instead, she had come across a dead buck with a gaping hole in it's shoulder. And that's when she saw them. Two creatures balancing on their hind legs, each holding a long stick in their forepaws. Honeyfur had ran as fast as her nimble legs would carry her away from those strange animals that day, and it was no different now. Other animals called them Flat Faces or Stick-Keepers. Others, who've had more experience with these creatures, called them Hunters, who were feared by all animals in the forest.
BANG!
Honeyfur kicked it into high gear, and was soaring through the forest, her tail held high in alarm. She finally came to a halt, and sniffed the air. It didn't smell of Hunters, but her tail still stood up, her body tense in case she had to make a sudden dash for safety. Suddenly, a fresh scent wafted up to her muzzle. It smelled like a fawn, mixed with fear scent. Cautiously, Honeyfur crept forward, making sure to step over any debris in her path so she didn't startle the fawn.
BANG!
Honeyfur froze, and sniffed the air again. The thunder-with-no-clouds was closer again, but the hunters were a safe distance away, so she crept closer again. The doe peered out from behind a tree, and perked her ears. A fawn was standing behind a rock, his back to Honeyfur. Poor thing. Those Flat Faces gave him quite a scare. Pity washed over Honeyfur as she looked at the fawn, wondering what she should do or say.
Snap!
"Mother?...Who are you? Come out and show yourself!"
Dang it, Honeyfur thought as she stared down at her hoof with a broken twig beneath it. Then she turned back to the fawn. He's a brave one, but foolish. I could be a wolf or a cougar creeping up on him. Well, he's still a fawn anyway. Honeyfur carefully stepped out from behind the tree, and gazed down at the little fawn.
"Hello there. I'm Honeyfur. And, may I ask who you are?" She also noted the absence of another adult nearby. "Where's your mother?"
"I... I'm Logan." Logan said,
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Do you read Seekers???
"I... I'm Logan. I... I don't
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Logan," Honeyfur said while looking at the fawn with a knowing gaze. The thunder-with-no-clouds and the disappearance of his mother could only mean one thing. The doe didn't want to come to that conclusion, but it seemed like the most accurate one. And, if his mother wasn't dead, then wouldn't she have come looking for him, or followed right behind him? No, Honeyfur was sure that the Stick-Keepers had made their kill. The only problem was, how was she going to tell this little fawn that his mother was most likely dead? I'm sorry Logan, but your mother died...Logan, your mother is dead.
Why was this so hard? It should be simple enough just to say one of the two things she thought in her head. But this was a fawn she was talking to, and an inexperienced one from the looks of him. No, she had to take this gentley. So, she thought up the most simplest of terms she could think of.
"Logan...your mother's not coming."
Funny, how a day that was so bright and peaceful as this one, could turn dark and forboding, just with the strike of lightning.
"Logan... your mother's not
"You don't know that." Said Logan. "You never knew her." Then, Logan eyes went wide.
"You... you murdered her, didn't you!? You must of killed her!"
BUMP
"You don't know that. You
Honeyfur sighed. Not in exasperation, but in grief. How could she get this little fawn to understand? How could she help him see that this world is full of darkness and not just light?
"Logan, I don't have to know your mother in order to understand that she's not coming. She-"
"You... you murdered her, didn't you!? You must of killed her!"
The doe was taken aback by the fawn's accustion. How would he know what murder is? Unless he's more experienced than I thought, or could ever hope, Honeyfur thought, disturbed by it. She quickly rushed to correct him.
"No no! I would never do something like that!" She cringed at the very thought of it. But, now is a good time than ever to explain what the thunder-with-no-clouds was.
"Logan, that thunder you heard isn't natural. It doesn't come with clouds, but it still comes with lightning. There are these...creatures, that walk on two legs. Some animals call them Flat-Faces, or Stick-Keepers. Others who know more about them, call them Hunters, which fits them perefectly. You see, they carry around these stick like things, and use them to prey on other animals. Those sticks make lightning come out of them, which is why you hear the thunder. If you ever see a Hunter, you run, ok?" Hopefully she said everything she needed to, but something was still nagging her.
Once she thought lightning was feral, and free spirited. Something that couldn't be tamed. She saw it as the most powerful thing in the world. But now, these Stick-Keepers have caught the lightning, and tamed it so it would do their bidding. She shivered at her next thought. Lightning isn't the most powerful thing in the world...Hunters are.
Logan took a step back. "How
(I'm sorry, I didn't see your
"How do the hunters have to do with anything?"
Honeyfur cocked her head in confusion. Was I not as clear as I thought I was?
"Because, the Hunters carry those sticks with them, which shoot out lightning. That's where the thunder comes from. And, judging by the way your mother hasn't returned after the thunder..." She was unable to finish her sentence, for fear of realization and anguish coming to Logan's eyes. If that happened, Honeyfur would turn her gaze to the ground, not wanting to look into those young, sorrowful eyes.
However, if the opposite happened, and the fawn had any further questions, she would wait patiently to give a clear answer, no matter how hard it would be...for both of them.
(sorry to barge in Phobos
Phobos limped heavily on three legs,his mind a torrent of memories of the past few days.
The air had been still,the atmosphere peacefull.Phobos's mother was teaching him the ways of defending one's self.He had listend intently to her.Copying her every move.The lesson had paid off just in time.Shrill howling was heard in the distance,the sound of heavy paws hurtling towards them.
Phobos and his mother wasted no time as they weaved through the forest,trying to confuse the pack.
He had stuck by her side the entire time...untill he lost his footing.Phobos had tripped on a hidden rock and before he had time to react,the pack was upon him.
This is it he thought disparingly,he could feel sharp teeth ripping at his hind leg,before the weight was thrown off.Mom had come to the rescue.She bellowed at Phobos to run for his life.he did not hesitate,to blind with panic to think.
The wound had stopped bleeding thank goodness,but the would had left an agonizing ache.Thus he had to hobble his way around.
Phobos laid down in a patch of ferns and rested his head on his forelegs.
He knew the wolves had killed his dear mother.He knew his furture looked bleak.
(Don't be sorry! The more the
You can reply now. Logan
Logan expected Honeyfur to say it. Before he answered the question he knew what Honeyfur was saying. There was this thing called a hunter. And his mother must of been killed by one. Logan understood right away, and shock struck him like lighting. Logan was so surprised that the only thing he could say was a foolish question he already knew the answer to.
Now, he couldn't say anything.
After a moment Logan turned around and started to walk away. But he couldn't leave this doe now. He could make friends with her. He turned around and said, "Why can't the world be better? Why can't the world not be as dark as it is now?"
Honeyfur noticed the
"I-I'm sorry, Logan," she whispered, but loud enough for him to hear. She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think about Logan, a little fawn, an orphan. He had no one, because the only thing that took care of a fawn was its mother. Unless...
Honeyfur broke from her thoughts as she saw movement in her peripheral vision. Logan had turned around and started walking away, much to the doe's confusion. She was about to ask him where he was headed, but he spoke first.
"Why can't the world be better? Why can't the world not be as dark as it is now?"
Now this was a difficult question to answer. Why indeed? Honeyfur took a few seconds to think it over, wanting to say the right thing, but make it easy for him to understand.
"I've been wondering about this too, Logan. But I think one reason is because the world needs balance. A balance between good and evil." If that makes any sense. We can certainly live without the evil part. She thought up another approach. "Another reason might be because each living thing is different, and has their own way of thinking and is influenced by happenings around them." That made sense, but she still felt a nagging feeling, like she was missing something, but she couldn't quite put her hoof on it.
Suddenly, a small breeze blew right into Honeyfur's face, bringing an unfamiliar scent to her nostrils. It smelled similar to Logan. A fawn; however, the doe wasn't taking any chances, not with a Stick-Keeper on the prowl.
"Logan, get behind me," she said in a low voice, and silently crept forward, trusting him to follow in her hoof prints. The scent grew stronger with each step she took. This meant that the unknown fawn was stationary, which made Honeyfur even more cautious. The absence of any predator scents was the only thing that kept her going forward.
She finally reached the undergrowth that blocked the unkown from her vision. She peered over it, and spotted another fawn laying down with its head on his forelegs. The doe checked for any signs of his mother or predators nearby. When she smelled nothing, she looked back at Logan and cocked an ear, signaling that they should move forward. Not wanting to startle the fawn, she moved slowly.
"Hello there little one," she said in a low, soothing voice. By the time her whole body was clear of the brush and ferns, her eyes grew wide as she noticed a gash in one of his hindlegs. "Oh my goodness! What happened to you?"