[=crimson]
There seems to be more liveliness in the forest lately. The past few days have been becoming increasingly eventful, in comparison to the long series of uneventful days and nights past this year so far. There has not necessarily been the kind of activity that I had once written of, in which blood had been repeatedly shed, but the telltale signs of the past promising to repeat itself have appeared.

A few days ago, I continued my usual toiling at the ruins. I would have thought that by now the roots of those weeds would have been uprooted completely by now. Regardless... I could not help but notice a certain blue doe watching from the nearby hills, beside a sleeping Wesker. At some point she sprinted into my path to cover her Hoshiko's grave. I have never touched that grave, so I do not understand why she thinks I will do something to it. Of course, I would be justified in doing so, considering how often her vile mate has uprooted and defiled my dear Laghodessa's gravesite. My blood boils to this day at the memory. Not once in the recent months has that little doe greeted me properly. She endlessly stalks and stares, often having her Wesker, children and evident grandchild with her.

On that thought... Archelius, when are you going to look for a mate? Hnn... I'll have to convince him to join the rut this year. Older than sand… and I am still not a biological grandfather. Adopting the occasional fawn for a day to be such doesn't quite fill that position. What is this...

Beside the blue doe, there have been several spirits appearing lately. I nearly lost track of all the ghostly faces that appeared. Some I will admit were not familiar. Among those to actually pay a visit that day, however, was Nightmare. I appreciated his company, for the time it lasted. It is concerning to see so many spirits growing restless. This can only indicate chaos coming in the near future.

It's a long time since I visit the forest. I woke up then I noticed that something is different. My voice changed, my body changed, everything of me has changed! I watched the fawns barking so loud, oh I wish to be a fawn again. How stupid of me.... dreaming to be a fawn again. When I was a fawn, I wish to be a beautiful stag in the future! And then today is the day that I became a stag but then I noticed that I wanted to be a fawn again! >.<

Today would be my last day of being a fawn. Tomorrow would be a new chapter of my life.

Letting a soft sigh pass her lips, she stooped down to pass beneath low branch. Her gentle breathing rose in little puffs, blending into the fog. The overgrown locks cascaded over her forehead, parting gently to let her see the path before her, as if that was even possible. Raising her gaze, she stopped. The path before her parted and both appeared to lead to nowhere.

Suddenly a shrill cry caught her attention. Whipping around, eyes wide, she tried ever so hard to see through the fog. It's getting stronger, she thought grimly as she turned her gaze back to the fork in the road. Two paths, two fates, one decision to make. Deciding to glance back one more time, she cautiously eyed her surroundings. There was a soft pounding that made her tense.

There was no time left. She scrambled, digging into the dirt as she bolted down the path. She could feel it nipping at her heels, egging her on. It could run faster, it was purposely staying just shy of her. She could see something up ahead, a light perhaps. And just as suddenly, it was there before her.

A dead end.