Sometimes this vow of mine...
June 27, 2009 - 5:29am — Bastilion
...can be quite tiring. And a peaceful walk meant to observe one's surroundings can be interrupted by the calls of other deer. Calls not of joy or even a shouted conversation. No. Some feeling told me that these were calls of a different sort. I could not trust my "gut instinct" however. I had to see with my own eye what was going on.
And thus my peaceful walk to the pond was ended.
Rushing back to the ruined stone building, I could see a small herd had gathered closer together. But this was not a herd meant for protection. This was a herd divided. A quarrel had broken out, with three combatants, as neutral deer not choosing a side went about trying to halt it. I hesitated a moment, waiting to see if it might stop so I need not interfere.
It did not. And appeared capable of going on for some time.
I stepped in, assisting a brightly-colored doe in blocking the attacks of those fighting. Eventually it broke up, and I went on my way again. But not for long, for I seemed to catch the attention of a fawn that lacked a name. And what a rambunctious fawn they were! Causing fights with deer much bigger than it, be they stag, fawn, or doe. Even trying to convince me to lower my own antlers!
Though when I made it clear I would not partake in their play of fighting, they would simply nuzzle me instead.
What a strange young one this was.
It felt almost as if I were scolding a child of my own.
...
Such an odd thought.
I had even required the assistance of a dark-pelted doe of royal blue. Lady Kaoori if I am not mistaken.
The fawn had attempted to start a match with one of the combatants of earlier - one of pale white fur I believe I recognized - who wished to have no part of it. Even though being bothered by just a young one, they fled.
The violence ended not long after that moment, thankfully. I did not wish to have to step between more antlers.
And to think that first fight was mainly between two does.
I wonder what might have incited it...
I found a nearby patch of hyacinths to rest in, letting their scent calm me. Thoughts ran through my mind, brought on by my weariness, as I barely took notice of that fawn sitting beside me, shortly followed by a few others.
I swear for a moment I saw someone by that grave...
The very grave my dark companion honors with poppies, and that I myself offered some to as well in his example, feeling it must be for someone of importance...
A doe with a skeletal pelt, feathers atop her head in place of a stag's antlers, and a skull upon her face...
She was there for not but a short moment, offering a bow when she noticed my presence, before fading away.
Her eyes, or what I could see of them past the bone mask...had been glowing...
...
The spirit of the being buried at that grave perhaps?
I can only assume so.
Perhaps I shall find out someday...
For now, the scent of the hyacinths are convincing me of sleep, and I feel I must comply to their wishes.
I remain, silent but heard,
Bastilion
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