I am nothing and everything.
What's in a pelt? What's in a mask?
Magic blends endlessly in our veins.
I don't mind change.
Antlers are feathers that the wind effortlessly tousles
Antlers are bone that mark the soft bark.
A new mask here,
and different stains on my fur
I trot these woods alone.
I come like a hurricane.
And leave on the breeze
Seamlessly.
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Random whimsy I never have committed to a certain look. And tend to be a loner in the forest. Not necessarily out of choice. It's just my nature I suppose. I love this game so much and my time in the forest is like a vacation from my crazy brain.