Well, I'm making a few short stories for each of my deer and their mates. :3 They will be crap filled. Just a warning. I'm going to post some SqueegieDragon in a little bit, and then some LoofaTrois and TunaBale later.

First 3 stories or somewhat sad, next 3 are happy, if I even get around to these.

Also these, ' ' are Squeegie's thoughts in this story.

~SqueegieDragon~

'Don't leave me...please, not again.'
These words echoed through Squeegie's head. Pleading, begging for his lover not to leave him alone once again. 'I can't stand it much longer.' Squeegie sighed deeply, looking over at Dragon sitting beside him. He did not see him very much anymore. In fact, is was somewhat rare to find him. But when he did, he made the most of it, for he knew Dragon could not stay long. 'You mean everything to me.' The time he did spend with Dragon, was never enough. The length between their meetings was to long...far to long. 'Why?' It was cold, oh so cold. I made my way over to his side, snuggling into his warmth. I didn't want to leave his side, I didn't want him to leave my side.
I wish things could go my way...

~LoofaTrois~

I've never felt such a pain in my heart before. It feels like it's digging into what's left of my very soul. I feel useless. Trois, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being the worst husband, the worst father. As I sit here, wasting my life away on a ciggarette, I think of you. How much I care for you. And I think, how much better I can be...I want to change. But, why. Why is it so hard! Tears are filling my eyes, I blink, they fall. I feel pathetic.
I love you, more than anything...I-I will change. I promise you, Trois.

~BaleTuna~

'This ain't happening.'
This can't be happening. I'm in love with you, yet you brake my heart in two. I must choose between the place I was born and raised, lived all my life, broke my bones, shed my tears, watched my family grow older, fall to my knees in exhaustion. The place I love. The place I know, where I belong. I must choose between the farm and you. My heart is braking. It's almost as if we come from two seperate worlds. You choose to murder for money. My soul cries for the innocent you've killed, and it cries for you. What if you get hurt? I'll never forgive myself if anything happens to you. I come from a simple place, you come from something very complicated. Though, I love you. I love you more than anything in this wide, wide world.
'What have I gotten' myself into?'