Holocene .:.

29.03.18 .:

Note: Wearing a mini spell. An older fawn.
Everything needs an update weeeeeeee. New art and css incoming.
Harboring an independence as he's weaned off of milk and set to foraging for most of the day. Isolates himself and doesn't seem interested in the world at large. Maybe better updates someday.

Whistling trees sing me to sleep
[March 25th 2018]
The child was born first of three. He spent the first few minutes of his life making sense of the blurry world filled with too much noise. Then the next part was spent trying to make sense of what his mother was insisting he do. Eventually stood after several attempts, his shaking and weak muscles eventually worked enough for him to hobble around and find his mother’s milk. Has a noticeable lameness in his left hind leg, but other than making it difficult for him to rise to his hooves doesn’t appear to hinder him. May just be a result of the birthing and being crushed in the womb by two other siblings, may stay for life. After nursing mostly dozed, imprinting the scents and blurry shapes of his parents and gumming their fur. That was the calm before the storm. Before he could understand it another blurry shape joined him, and then eventually a third. Recognized them dimly as the same kin from within the womb, only in the sense that he accepted their presence. But his mother…she was a source of stress and confusion. First she was making distressed cries which alarmed and confused Varten to his core, then she was bleeding and going still. Instinct told him it was wrong, somehow, but couldn’t understand when she was fine before. Meeped at her still body, investigating her fur with his snout like his sister did, only to find the warmth leaving her. Tried to nurse for good measure, but still nothing. Confused and alarmed by the lack of warmth and nurturing, went back to his father to nestle in with his siblings for the night.
Take me home...