Royalty [Takoma interactive story]

A calico patterned fawn began to sing a song someone from her past had sang to her mother figure, and eventually made his lyrics come true. The promise was that he would make her like royalty if only he had the power, and with her mother being very sociable and persuasive, they became the leaders of the herd. Takoma could only carry the tune so far before her heterochromic eyes shed tears about as fast as the rain did that day.

The wind that blew tossed her mane to the left boldly, whipping her sides, and the wetness of the raindrops that made their way into her make-shift shelter beneath a rock at the playground only worsened her emotions. She didn't cry much, but when she did, it was in memory of her family who was chased and killed by the mad herd. That scene was why she rarely every trusted anyone or stayed too long with anyone she did.
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Comen was curled under one of

Comen was curled under one of his trees on his Favorite Hill when the soft sound of a lullaby drifted up to his ears. Ears perked he glanced over to the Playground wondering who was singing the song. Against the howling rain he got up and made his way towards the rocky landscape.
He noticed a small bundle under the Leaning Rock when he ducked under it to shield himelf from the wind and rain. Comen stood back not wanting to frighten the calico fawn but offered a friendly smile to her. "Why are you crying?" he said settling down opposite from where the fawn was huddled up. The buck could tell the fawn had shed tears recently and she looked troubled. He wanted to help out in any way he could

From the rain came a barn


From the rain came a barn owl-y buck with a rack with soggy candles that only gave so much room when he stood. So calmly and welcomingly he asked why she cried. Blue and red eyes, shocked by how someone came to aid so fast; usually, she dealt with her own problems. "That song reminded me of my mother. She was leader of a herd until they turned and killed her; 'course, the group wasn't exactly made of the good and righteous." Takoma tried fighting away the tears, but her feeble laughs faded back to sniffles.

"Nice to see a lightwalker trying to comfort me instead of a familiar face. What are you called?" The fawn tossed the wet ends of her mane, trying to dry herself. She had heard sickness came from being cold and wet, but Takoma forgot that there was a guest. "Oop-- apologies."
All angels have hearts. I'll show you mine as long as you won't break it.
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Comen listened to the fawns

Comen listened to the fawns story feeling sympathy for her situation. He wondered if they forced her out of the herd to fend for herself. He quickly shook the thought away realizing he'd better not ask and find out if he was correct.

"My name is Comen," he asked right time he was showered with droplets of rain. "No need to apologize," he said getting up and shaking his own pelt out. The feathers on his face ruffled slightly as chills ran up his spine. He, too, found the rain cold but his body would warm up in no time at all. "So what do you go by?" he asked wondering if the little fawn had a name.

She smiled back with a closed

She smiled back with a closed smile, fearing a toothy one would frighten him away. "Comen. Lightwalker Comen." The calico girl stifled a laugh when his feathers fluffed out, a rare right to see with birds around her. He was quite amusing; were all light bringers like this?

"Takomassiet. Many just stuck with Takoma though." The weather seemed relentless, booms of thunder blasting by, ears contouring to her skull. "Haven't seen a storm like this since the night I was born. Never thought the Twin Gods would make a ruckus like that again." Trying to strike up conversation was not her strong suit.
All angels have hearts. I'll show you mine as long as you won't break it.
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Tried to remember what it was

Tried to remember what it was like when he was born, but couldn't. Age seemed to make a wall against his childhood memories clouding them with more recent events. He then wondered if the calico fawn was hungry,
"So, Takoma are you hungry?" he asked remembering taking his woven basket to the Blue Bowl before the storm hit. They were tucked away under one of his trees. Experience taught him that using moss would keep the delicate fruit out of the weather. He'd have no problem running through the rain to fetch them. His hill, was like not even 10 feet away as it was.

She had not heard the grumble

She had not heard the grumble of her stomach today, but when the birdy one mentioned her hunger, she could easily be mistaken as a bear exclaiming. Nervously, she chuckled and nodded to his offer. "Just don't go out of your way just for me, ok?" Commonly, the DarkSprinters called squirrels and such as 'food sources', but she was going to have to get used to the way LightWalkers lived, including on eating fruits and flowers and stuff. "Thank you, Comen." At least manners were still the same, right?
All angels have hearts. I'll show you mine as long as you won't break it.
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Eagerly nodded to her answer

Eagerly nodded to her answer and wasted no time in entering the downpour again to fetch the berries. Came back with the basket gripped between his beak, soaking wet. He set it down shaking his pelt of water as far from the calico fawn as he could in order to not shower her in sprinkles. Picking the basket back up he moved closer and settled down next to the fawn. It was only after he'd eaten a berry that he realized not all residents in the forest are herbivores.
"You do eat plants, right?" he asked. Thanks to the owl genes that pumped through Comen he was able to consume small rodents and fish, but preferred vegetation such as mushrooms and berries.

Having watched her new

Having watched her new acquaintance run himself back out into the storm to fetch a intricate basket, it would be just cruel not to at least try a berry. "I'm growing fond of them. I appreciate you caring for me; you're the first LightWalker who didn't run from me." Choosing a fruit that was probably made by clumping all sorts together, the calico bit into it, making a face to say that the texture was foreign, but when she started chewing, the sweet fluid burst inside her mouth.

"Wow, these are amazing! What do you call them?" After each time she let the owl-y buck to take a bundle, she poked around for the unusual-shaped berries, occasionally trying new ones. Never had anything tasted so sugary and appetizing.
All angels have hearts. I'll show you mine as long as you won't break it.
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Watched her eat the berries

Watched her eat the berries feeling rather satisfied he was able to help the fawn in her time if need. When she began talking, however, Comen became slightly confused.

Lightwalker..... he thought wondering what that was. He realized this little fawn wasn't from the forest when she had no idea what a berry was.

"They're called berries, a fruit in the forest. I know of a place that has thousands of them, as many flavors as you could imagine," he explained, eyes beaming with excitement. He'd have to take her to the Blue Bowl one of these days.

"What is a lightwalker?" he asked curious of where she came from and how she ended up here in the Forest. It was, rather hard to get here unless she had access to a portal.

There was a place that there

There was a place that there were more of these?! If that place was heaven, then check her in! "That might have to be a place for me to check out one day," the calico youngster jested. When it came down to the last three berries in the box, Takoma's belly was so full, she felt that she would pop if anything else went past her lips.

After mentioning what he was several times, he inquired what exactly a light walker was. Rolling to her side and allowing her stilty legs to stretch, she answered, "A Light Walker is what my old group called you nice people who didn't sacrifice their own kind for their gods and were picked off by Dark Sprinters, my mother's insane group."

" But I've learned about the Twin gods here and they do not require blood to keep us alive. About every four days, I go to pray at the... stone things that resemble them, thanking them for saving me with a portal out. 'Course, I was little and barely spoke, therefore adapting isn't too difficult."

Takomassiet blew her shorter mane hairs away from her heterochromic eyes, showing fire red and sky blue hues. "Everyone had to have at least one red eye to be considered safe. Anyone who had blue couldn't be trusted. Heh....guess what that says about me?"

She closed her orbs and began to daydream, or whatever they called it here when one sat down and just imagined of the impossible happening in a positive way.
All angels have hearts. I'll show you mine as long as you won't break it.