I do not know what is wrong with me these past few days, maybe it is that I have not seen anyone familiar for a time excepting Vala who seems more and more lively every time I see her. I had a fair bif of exercise chasing that doe around this evening as she went too and fro from sleeping deer to fauns in order to change their pelts into a plethora of colours. Though I find her picto easy to recognise in the vast sea of symbols that swirl round the forest like stray leaves. As I sit recording today's events a small Vala shaped bunny is casting spells on me without pause, though I do not mind the change to my body so much as I can always return to myself. I found a great deal of amusement in joining her in the red pelt that comes from walking through the crying idol.
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The soft fur was stained in red, course rough hairs mingling with those of pure softness. Blue eyes stared once again at the weary face of her companion, his eyes seemingly more ragged as if plagued by nightmares as he slept. She moved a back legs tighter to herself, bringing his much smaller frame closer to hers, tucking him near her belly. Again the doe bent her head tot he task of picking dirt, pebbles and small debris from his bleach white coat, taking care of his frail frame.
The absence of one was taking its toll on her Nine, his heart fragile enough as it was. She had heard his cries, his calls that were going unanswered and her heart was breaking at such a sound. Bylah was not to be found, his scent dead almost and vacant from his sunspot. No longer did she search, but she felt the pain from seeing he was not their for Nine.
So she tried her best, resting with him, listening to him call. but she knew he was not looking for her. He was not wanting her answering call. He searched for another, and she could only do so much for the tin stag. She did not know what else to do. Dancing had lost its rhythm, games of jumping and laughing seemed almost mundane now. Hide and Seek really turned her into worry more, as it seemed she had to follow him around, making sure he was alright. Even random stags made her protective of him, ears back and heckles raised as they dared try to touch him while he was so weak with need. Did they not see he did not want to play at that moment!?
A raspy sigh drifted through her lips, falling into his soft fur as she buried her face into his neck. She too missed him oddly. He did not hold her as high as Nine, probably not even cared for her as he once did when she was younger. Bylah did not seem to understand the life around him, what was happening tot he Forest. She know how in tune they were to one another, how one affected the other.
Last one for this week, because I'm heading to visit my brother in Georgia and won't be in the Forest for a while. I'll have my laptop so I'll still be able to check the forums and community site.
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