Age:Newborn Sex: Doesn't appear to have one? Species: Valravne Smell: That of new life Size: Size of a hand
7/19/18
Was actually helped. The mighty Wood Beast decided to take
the infant in. Fed and kept warm within the colossal.
7/18/18
Growing weaker.
Death draws closer each day.
Makes less noise now.
7/14/18
Within the wood, by a place of worship,
something blind to the world and its fate stirs.
With every soul that passes, it coos and gives
out pathetic whimpers of infant needs, squirming
to its best ability to reach the passing warmth of
body heat.
Usually, every few weeks I'd check the well being of the forest, especially recently with the coming of a new era. That being said, I took some time to think about my personal experience in the place of my childhood and somewhat current dreams and I came across the phenomena of my lonesomeness.
I've been very motherless and mateless, nearly alone if you will; not that it's something that dulled my experience of the forest in any way but I'm looking for a slight shift.
I often yearn for a sense of family connection and the warmth of love magic.
A common longing for another soul to stand adjacent to mine.
The simple desire for acceptance from one's mother, her little buck is different from the rest.
One's longing for understanding from the populace that he has no want to be a protector but to be protected. To be a healer. A life bringer.
this little one cannot bear children like the mother they so long for. None the less, their love interests are still male......
( ill be in the forest soon....... look for my name)
