I met a brown doe today that seemed almost suitable to be the mother of my heir a little scrawny but possibly she will have to do, I returned her affections with a nuzzle and perhaps things would have been perfect lest a little faun kept interrupting us. The female seemed to care for it which was unfortunate. The mother of my faun should only care for it, not others pathetic little beasts. Then the little thing DARED to lower its nubby little head at me when I refused to acknowledge it's right to be on this planet, never the less after rearing and bellowing it seemed to get the picture and leave...or so I thought as it cowered before me.

Though it didn't leave completely and I left the pair when I realised I was not going to get any where with this doe and with the rage threatening to get the better of me, the last thing I need is another body on my hooves and went for a drink. Only for them to follow me.



The little creature bellowed at me again from the edge of the water and the doe tried to entice it into the shallows with us, apparently she didn't get that I wanted us to be alone Then another worthless faun joined the first and danced around me. I had had enough and ran to the rocks in the playground and lay in the shade, it seemed I had lost them.

Finally.

June 9, Wednesday
Rain has always brought back bad memories for me. Actually nearly ever weather condition reminds me of something I wish would have never happen...
I wake up in the down pour and watch as deer young and old scatter for cover to avoid getting drenched. I, on the other hand, was already completely soaked. And so I walked aimlessly about unlike them. After some time a approached the fogged in ruins. The water hit the ancient stones with such force it created a mist about the area. There were a few deer here who were seeking refuge from the rain. There was Wesker watching carefully over his beloved Kaoori as she slept. There was also a doe with gray fur and long pointed feather antlers. She concealed her face with a deer mask and lay beneath the arches which fenced in the graveyard. I actually thought she was sleeping for a long while until she suddenly ran off into the woods. I lay down in between the graves, my body sloshed in the mud with every breathe. The atmosphere was so relaxing, the dark sky, misty ruins, and constant pitter-patter of rain. Yet still, dark memories lurked in my mind.

I listened calmly to the new calls of the forest, there were so many new deer. A young fawn called off in the distance and his cry was drowned by the rain. Everything was drowned by the rain, from the cheery attitude of the deer to the glistening grass and trees. It seemed everything was made solemn by its presence.

[=10][i]I stood up covered in mud. I looked completely atrocious. The rain could not even remove the mud from my pelt, but it was the least of my worries. I got up and ran towards a large crowd I could hear faintly off in the distance. By the time I arrived they all seemed to have dispersed to a covered area, so I returned to resting near the pond.

I lay there, nothing interesting was happening. My eyes found nothing to focus on and they stared off.

coucou tout le monde.
Hello everyone.

I'e just come in the forest and it is very funny and odd.

Pushing myself forward I ran through the trees.

Seeking....searching for something.

Exactly what, who knows.....

All I know is the quiet I heard once stopped running.

The endless quiet......