Clothes, parcels of food, pens and paper, and a single knife; all were shoved roughly into the large brown bag set on the tiny single bed. The room was bare aside from this bed, walls decaying, floorboards cracking, and dust hanging heavy in the air, illuminated by shafts of sunlight through the chipped open window.
He rose, hoisting the bag onto his shoulder, lips pressed together defiantly as stone-grey eyes stared coldly at their maker; his mother. The woman - though not human, for in this realm humans were an inferior species, and admittedly even those that looked like them were often considered so - looked back at her son, tears brimming in greyish green eyes. She shook her head.
"I've no choice. You have one day before I tell him. He'll send the dogs after you."
"Let them come."
The young man pushed roughly past her, and was gone.
"Just don't do it too often; it'll lose its special feel."
She herself knew that; and yet, she couldn't ignore that throbbing in her heart, that ignition of blood. The scent of the pouring rain teased her nose, her brain craving more of it.
But more than that, she wanted...
Without another second to spare, she raced from the kitchen upstairs to her bedroom. She ignored the irritated stomp from her rabbit as the door burst open, and she furiously pulled everything off of herself before yanking the black lace dress from its place on her dresser shelf. She pulled down on it until it rested as its length around her knees, framing her entire figure.
She didn't waste any time, however; she raced back down the stairs, and into the kitchen; the dog wasn't too far behind her.
Only parting paying attention to him, she opened the main door before swinging open the secondary door just enough so that the dog would have enough time to get out before the door shut and potentially clamped on his tail.
She ran; she ran and ran, the rain colliding with her form as it mercilessly fell from the sky. The scent of it was even stronger out here, and she felt that primitive side of her call out from within, relishing that moment of completely abandon. The dog remained near her, though he had a path of his own he wanted to take.
Suddenly, she stopped. She was out in the complete open, her entire being soaked by the rain. Yet she hardly paid it any mind. She ran her fingers through her drenched hair, raising arms to the sky, stepping backwards a bit; though not too far, so as to avoid falling to the ground. She didn't want to come back just yet.
This was her Paradise, her slice of complete and total freedom. Not one could touch her out here.
There was one kingdom, and it was ruled by two kings and a queen. One king and his wife, the queen, would bring peace to the kingdom and wanted the world to have peace. The other king, who did not ever marry, was known as The King of Darkness. He would try and bring darkness to the land, and wherever he walked the grass around him would turn black, and the king would always leave a black trail.
There were two castles: The king and queen's was the most beautiful building in the kingdom. The water around it sparkled in the moonlight. The King of Darkness's castle, however, was black and the water around it would be black with dirt and moss. Crocodiles lived in the water and the Darkness king would train them to be so ferocious they would kill any living creature they saw, even a fly, and continue to attack the dead body until there was noting left- including bones. In the middle of the kingdom there was a village, where the people of the kingdom lived.
When there was a full moon, the peace king would become so powerful that anything could turn peaceful again and the King of Darkness would become weak and powerless. When there was a New Moon, The King of Darkness's powers would be their greatest, and the peace king would lose his powers. According to legend, if the world was dark, one night, when it was a full moon, it would turn into a new moon, and the peace king's powers would be gone for good, and the Dark king's powers would be extremely powerful and would stay that way.
I pull free, the roots snapping at my ankles.
The grasses that shelter me fall off like old clothes cut away.
Stumbling, I try my new legs.
They are very wobbly at first, it makes me laugh.
I stumble, fall and rise again, because fallen trees die.
This first adventure away is thrilling, though I have not made it very far from where I started.
I smile as the warm sun redundantly dapples my coat.
I try further, further than the two small trees, further than the little hill.
I grow weary climbing it with my wobbly new legs.
I fall, but not on to hard ground.
Soft white breaks my fall.
today i saw another fawn being harrased and im a fawn as well so it made me angry. so now im takeing action, im recruting people now so we can act as body guards for the victims. to join just write the guardians as your comment. victims post your problems here and one of our members will meet u at the crying idol they will hop to show they r a guardian. to show u r a victim do the fear emot when they hop
Nothing in the world looked like this - like living in limbo, letting legacies lay, left behind without a care in the world.
There's nothing like saying you're sorry for a story you should've never told to start with.
Now he has no stories left, having littered them like leaves on the forest floor, a perfume he could barely pick up on.
Soon, the stars would start screaming, falling out of the sky when the chaos started to crawl.
All of the neat order, perfect plans put into forward motion? Soon, they wouldn't matter. The tale was coming to a close, considering all the things they'd gone through.
All the things he'd put them through.
Now, at a great distance away, there was a manse, a sprawling life in stone and glass, one he'd made for himself, for the things that mattered most.
Nothing here mattered. Not really. Not the bleat of small fawns, not the cries of does and stags who could think of little save fucking one another in the broad daylight, under a sun that would rather scorch them.
Bylah had no use for such things. Bylah had no use for the little lives being put on display, like ants wedged between two pieces of glass.
He was through here; let the trees rot, the termites terrorizing all the soft insides that bark protected.
Let the rain and the erosion wipe it all away. He would leave, but never be gone. He would walk away, yet lurk in every blade of grass, every hoof that crushed it.
He had done enough here - had humored these little lives until their merit wore thin.
Now, it was time to do what he'd come here to do all along.
It was time to destroy it all, bit by bit, inch by inch, atom by atom.
My dear friend, Mariposa seems to be undergoeing deep, deep depression. Dangerously deep. She was once cheerful, but now she wears a blank expression on her face and is interested in nothing. Mariposa has just not been herself for the past week or two. This beautiful butterfly is withering. So I am asking for some...helpcompany. but she does need help. Nothing I do helps her. Her eyes are weary and tired and she's growing skinnier and skinnier. I have to force her to eat some mushrooms or blossoms. I'm very worried for her and I don't have the slightest clue of what to do now.
I'm here by the pond. Mariposa is sleeping now. Anyone can come to help me to help her.
hello im a male fawn that needs a mentor if u r a stag who is strong and wise then post your picto gram and meet me at the pond at and around the bridge u will know its me because ill yell and dance around u ill be there all day and tomorrow if u whant to be a mentor wear blue bird mask,red pelt and antlers with puple flowers
