Lantern
Freefalling. That's what it feels like right now. No more pain, no more...anything. Just me, and the sensation of falling. It feels nice. I don't have to worry, don't have to care. I'm done. Is this what freedom feels like?

I'll admit it. I picked a fight with him. I want to hurt him.
How dare he hurt my child? How dare him threaten the only thing that matters....

My heart pondered as I smelled him. That gust of wind... That disgusting scent of a monster.
I listened. He was near.
I approached him and yelled. He seemed fearful as he backed away slowly.
He didn't want to fight. He should have thought about that before he hurt my child, eh?
That doe. Stupid doe. Can he not fend for himself m'dear? Don't get yourself into fights in which you do not belong. I wish no harm upon you, though you damn annoying. Let him fight his own battles which he so humbly brought upon himself.
He is a hypocrite.
I won't fight you, for now that is. I wish for a fair fight. Next time leave your girlfriend out of it.
I left him laughing manically. They're both so foolish. I could not contain my smile, for I had brought him so my discomfort.
I was left there alone. Until I noticed that my old friend was close.
As I approached him I noticed how weak he seemed. There were opened wounds all across his body.
We lay in the patch of daisies..... Time went by slowly.....



He came. He came... Beast....
I flew around trying to beat him. Trying to kill him....
He dodged me like a coward.

....Then he appeared.... My sweet darling....

I'm being torn apart.

Today me and Bowen when't down to the lake again, took us a bit because we got lost a little. (we wish we had a map or at least Me and Bowen relay like the lake, its so relaxing to hear to sound of the water and ducks just passing on by. Not long after we had sat down a little fawn cam and sat next to Bowen, did stay there for long mind.

So we were just sitting there waiting for something to happen, I was doing something at the time so I couldn't do much. But then a random deer and fawn come up to Bowen and stared dancing. After that Bowen went off to a little group of deer's that weren't to far away from the lake. He got there and played a little but wasn't felling it, so he when't off a few feet away from the group to have a little breather. He felt better so he when't back to the group and sat down, when out of no were a deer gave him the antlers from the set we'd lost yesterday. But then the same deer ( I think ) gave him another pair, but they were peacock feathers and he didn't rely won't them, so he ran off nap.

After Bowen had rested up he had a look around and spotted a few deer's playing about in a lavender patch and went to do join then. When he got there he said his hellos, then everyone started to jump about in circles. Then after that, one of them when't off and gave came back with a shiny new coat for me, but it wasn't the coat that I was looking for so he kindly declined it. Then everyone started dancing and spinning around, a few minuets that and fate hit again! Bowen had lost his antlers! We were upset about it of course, but at least this pair lasted longer then the last. So we danced a little more but me and Bowen had to go, so we said are goodbyes and left.

Today was a good, got the antlers, but lost them again. D; Don't bother reading what's at the bottom, its for the skipper. But over all is was fun. ^_^
And if you'v got this far thanks for reading.

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A stranger sharpened his antlers on bark, raging against the tree. A couple nuzzled one another. A deer sat among the ruins in perfect, contemplative silence. And I wandered, looking for someone solitary and willing to aid me in the recovery of my pelt. I had little luck, though.

I walked for a while with a nice, but not-useful fawn (though I perhaps should have indicated my wishes, but...) and down at the lake, I ran with one of the gods. It's refreshing to see them about at times, even though I am both puzzled and suspicious a little -- the gods are very good at cloning themselves, it appears. I don't understand it, though I like to imagine. It was a nice run around the lake shore, with the water splashing beneath our hooves and the wind in our stripped-clean fur. He departed (in that form), and I at last spotted a familiar and largely-unoccupied pictogram, and knew it to be Virgil's. I ran to meet him, and after some intense and puzzling sniffing on his part (I do not know my own smell; it's an amazing mystery of the self. I can see my eyes and touch my flesh, hear the slide of my own voice, but I cannot smell my own scent.), we began running around the forest and hills. I love running. As we came to a stop, I at last directed him to my request for a new pelt, since him volunteering such did not seem forthcoming. It was not a long work today, which came as a relief. We had ended up at the ruins, where we began to play... Until I noticed a descending figure standing behind a wall.

I knew him, though only vaguely: his name was Kinsha. I greeted him, since he did have my acquaintance, and he didn't seem to notice. I wondered if he didn't see me, or if he didn't care... I hoped for the former, and decided I would make myself be seen. I know I am no ninja, and my skills at sneaking from behind him were horrible -- but it was a fun amusement, humming some action-filled song in the back of my head.