She followed the male and all the other fawns through the forest as a soft breeze filled the area and the tall grass swayed back and forth ever so slowly. You would think that the sun would not shine through the think canopy, but that day it did. And that made the day even better at the Play Ground.
While everyone ran and jumped on and to other rocks I observed the male until he disappeared in the tall grass. "Hello. Whats your name?" a voice behind me was sweet and close. I turned around to the male and said; "My name is Storm. And yours?" she says politely, yet shy.

"Sabastain. What a lovely name you have Storm." he bows and when he lifts his head up his pale face was blushing. I couldnt help but giggle. We both started to laugh when we both started to run across the forest happily. "Wanna race?" I smerk. "Of course. Beat you to the Pond!" Sabastain says out loud. "Its on!" I yell and run before he even said to say go. "Cannon ball!" we both yell and jump into the pond. "Its a tie!" I yell. "No I won!" Sabastain yells. "No we tied!" we splashed and played for hours until we heard yelps, yowls, and screaming from our west. "Whats that!?" Sabastain screams. "I think its the others!" I say while pointing a hoof to the direction of the herd running as fast as they could. A gun shot yowled through the air as it barely got my head. "Whats was that!?" "Run!" I cried and we followed the herd.


That day was the worst day of my life..

My herd leader was shot dead by a human hunter. And was replaced with my father...

My Mother told me about the weird humans coming to the forest a killing all the deer in sight.

As I grew older I split away from the herd. Said good bye to my parents. Left Sabastian, and ventured away.

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I awoke to a forest that seemed stiller than usual. Certainly no one I knew was on, but I considered it the strange hour, more than anything else. I wandered over to da drinkplaats, where I had heard a fawn cry out, surrounded by deer that bore my name and little else. While I played transform briefly, I found it was not the best way to get to know other deer; I never even managed to greet the little fawn I had come out there to meet. While it was pleasant, circling as a dove, pondering the life of doves, who flicker on white wings into sight and pull above to some unseen heaven...I do wonder what their lives are like. I guess it's the old curiosity. Dove families, dove happiness... Of course, I am of the opinion that rabbits, wherever they hide in these woods, must be happier than doves. Just being a rabbit makes me happy; their bodies are small and soft and cosy, like they have a candle-flame beneath their skin and it flickers through their fur and blood; it circulates like oxygen and fills them up with something soft as wilting rose petals.

...Regardless, I heard another solitary deer, and encountered a lively fellow dressed in death's gear, for the full sake of contrast, who frolicked with me about the pond waters for a time, leading me on a bit of a dash to the other side of the water. We rested briefly in the shallows before meeting a deer who, as before, bore my name and nothing else (he is welcome to it; not thinking you have a name, even if you have the wrong one, is a sad and lonely thing) and taught him to enjoy a rolling laugh where the waters soak up around you and clean your back.

This is the first I have done this, so yeah.

Jan 9, 2011

Today Peirce walked around. He danced with a few deer. Then he found a little hill and climbed on it. Then when he walked down he started jumping and then he started to fly. Peirce was a reindeer! He kept on flying until he got bored with the hill and seeked for a bigger one. Then it came to him:

The Twin Gods!

The hill with the Twin Gods was much bigger! Peirce ran to the hill where a few deer and a lot of fawns hanged out. Peirce ran down then started hopping. It was an awesome experience! Now Peirce could fly with the birds. He did this a couple times, pretending to be one of Santa's reindeer. He saw two white fawns playing with each other, and soon ran off in the direction of the Crying Idol.

Peirce followed the two white fawns, but within a few seconds of flight something went wrong. Peirce went down and down...

CRASH!

Epic fail.

Oh well, the fawns ran off and who knows where they went. Peirce played Santa's reindeer some more, and then lay down on the hard concrete on the bridge. Peirce did not like the bridge, so he got up and walked to a little field of purple flowers and quickly fell asleep.