Edited to sound betteh. XP

Was suddenly inspired to write this while in forest. Took a lotta freedom though. X3
I wish the forest was more quiet when snow falls. :< It would be more realistic and more calming...

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Warm tufts of fur, brushing gently, waver with shallow breaths of multiple lungs swaying with the intensity inhaling frost. Foamy smoke curled from mouths slitted as the breath slipped to and fro the dark depths, nares shut tight against such intruders as the cold. Bodies once aquiver found it reasonable now, as they huddled close, to deal with such an deflux of heat. They hovered round, eyes far away, lost within the long depths of such a dreamland.

The chill air seemed to suddenly birthe new life: from it tentively floating, fresh flakes. Dry, crisp, they ring out Winter, yet drift now in Autumn. Seems nature has forwarded itself to the next chapter, skipping fall and its charmless colours. Beautifully each teeny piece of snow falls down, landing upon the previous, covering the few leaves that had recieved the chance to fall early. Erasing the terrible timing, and creating a bright haze to the world.

Blinding, blurred at the edges.

More deer gather. Wary of the thickening flurries; fearful of the wandering cold whose grasp is cold and harsh, and finished wtih previous frolicks. Their thick winter coats are not finished in their process, and have not fully flourished. Being caught now could mean death to such fragile threads of life, why not then take the company of friends?

"Hmm huhuh hmm"

Gently murmurs began deep within the chest, bubbling forth into a cacophany of deep notes strung by a skilled craftsman. Stag wore deep red petals 'pon regal tines, growing forth from emerald vines that trailed gracefully downwards towards a pale face. Face whose complextion was as white as bark peeling from a ripe aspen, yet stained crimson as if some known substance bubbled down beneath deep black eye globes. Dusting upon this impecible surface, thick unruly violet hair, which grows so unreasonably from much darker brown pelt. A short fur that seems already brushed with the hand of winter: all along the back spine sprinkling down are small pocks of ivory now multiplied by the snow.

Only seconds later, rib cages slowly began to rise and fall in rhythm, bodies swaying ever slightly to the tune. Lids flickering downwards, mouths curving in such semblences as a human grin. And sighs of calm echoed off the crumbling towers that stood regally near.

Slowly each new voice joined in, adding their own additude and tone.

Another stag, body torn, shredded to reveal what is truly beneath to the conscience world. Inards glistening as each small petal of frozen water touched down, melting from the heat radiating from perhaps his heart or maybe part of a lung. Framing this grey ragged pelt, gentle waves of verde hair swooshed down from the bone that stretched tall from his crown. Draped in the same blooms, wonderfully red and blossoming.

A graceful doe, small in stature, and a few heads shorter then the males that surrounded, added her own airy tones. Her face was adorned in an odd shape, a mask resembling the craftiness of glass blowers. White as ivory bone, and smooth as honey it curved up and out giving her a bulbous appearence yet the loveliest voice. Leaping from tiny but bright blue stubs behind this queer mask feathers burst, bright and lively they mirrored the spirit that wore them, as well as complimented the deep blue that flowed like velvet along her topward half.

Final to join, the grinning face of a stag who also styled this new trend, the poppies so messily entwined. Golds shimmered in the pale sickly hues, painted in eye catching patterns upon a drab canvas. His voice was rough and thick echoing from the mysterious mask, adding a melancholy tone to their well-known lullaby.

This was what every deer knew, the song of their past and now present. It was a tale of fawnhood, huddling close to the warmth of a friendly doe or stag these notes were passed above their heads and became quickly associated with bliss. As well as exhaustion.

Eyes already full lidded, began to drift farther and farther into some deep depths of the snow. And slowly each eye lid closed down, kissing its counterpart kindly. After, voices faded, till only one called out echos still ringing even when this voice too died out with a soft gurgling sigh. And as each body slowly stilled, one by one heads fell.

The face last to brush earth, pale and haunting beneath the dimming light.

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Twin gods it's late! D: Tommorow will suck but this was fun. X3
Guess who these deer are. Sorry I didn't describe much on the pelts.... -insert crossing out this line now-
Dunno how craptastic it is since it's so late. XD
Tell me if there's a typo those bug me >_>
Lolol Pep wins the game /random iscribbleness.