Borinbeau [Before the forest]

[White.] A single image, windblown snow, unspoken but thrown out for all to see. Not that anything within reach of it didn't already know. [Cold] rapidly followed, sending chills across freezing skin, putting fur on end. The owner of these mental barrages huddled miserably within the snow laden bows of a twisted fir tree, trying desperately to conserve body heat from the biting winds. He was small, lean framed and frail. The winds fairly rattled him in place as another gust tore by. A miserable sniffle marked his mood as he squashed closer to the tree's trunk, doing his best to smash through the rough solidity of it.

He didn't know how he'd gotten trapped in this weather. It had been chill but pleasant only minutes before. But having lived on this mountain nearly his entire life, he should have known better. The weather could change so quickly...

His only shelter groaned under the insistent pressure of the wind, dumping it's meager gatherings of snow over his back. He shuddered under the icy weight and tried to dig in closer, only to have a shock of terror lance through him with a sudden spine chilling *crack*. He bolted, terrified into the blinding snow as deafening shrieks and groans filled the air around him and his only shelter came slamming down to the earth. He bucked in shock as a far reaching branch slapped solidly across his rump and went tumbling into the [snow].

[Pain] took over in the darkness and [fear], a hulking shadow lanced in red dancing through the night. But rapidly the images faded to a dull ache. The fright had been fortuitous in saving his life, though now he was again at the mercy of the wind. Dragging himself up from the heavy snow, trying to tune out the stinging bite of the cold, he began to stumble blindly into the [white].

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[Azazel][Sitting bored in a waiting room. :/]

Darkness loomed through the thick reeds by the ponds edge.
Azazel trudged, sharp, steely hooves cutting deep into the muck and underbrush as he moved farther than he would normally dare into the ponds waters. Dank blackness slicked and oozed along the once green plants as they slapped his filth ridden sides. His purpose for being there was unknown but he seemed so very intent, often dipping his steel countenance beneath the brush to root through their murky beds.

Giving an irritable smog blasting snort as he seemingly failed in his search he gazed out over the clearer waters of the pond. Others played not far from his presence, unaware of the danger he imposed. Twin blood-hued glows tracked the passing of a single fawn beneath willows and through the water's edge. If he could but risk the lunge across the shallows that small morsel would be his. Liquid silver tongue slid over razored jaws at the thought. He knew the sensation that small form would bring, sweet and hot, weak struggles and velvet fur. Tempting.

With a great sigh he returned to his search through the sodden grasses. Perhaps another time when crystal waters no longer separated him from his prey.


[Azazel Cont.][Just felt like Zaze again. Will likely continue.]

His search at the pond's edge proving fruitless the beast decided to cut the waste of valuable time. He moved with a heavy thudding of hooves towards the ancient ruins. Perhaps there he could find entertainment to repay him for the pointless effort. There always seemed to be some sort of annoyance to cause among the mossy old stones, his fellow deer seemed to just adore the place.

He could see the reason for the interest, to be quite honest; the broken, crumbling remains hearkening back to a time before this forest, a time when another race ruled these lands. The simple act of shaping stones of the earth to their bidding, destroying life to create their own beauty was something that pleased him greatly. To know that this "magical" land was but one razing away from controlled perfection...

Why, it nearly gave one shivers.