“Where are we?” asked Aspen, so quietly that it barely carried to Vipin. Xylia, small as ever, stood staring at the flowering of violets at her hooves and seemed terrified. Vipin’s calm blue eyes had become a mess of emotions, and he looked at the trees lining the field and brilliant sun overhead, brighter than lightning.
“Beyond the void, I assume,” said Vipin, just as softly as his sister before him.
Everything breathed.
They stood motionless for many moments, swaying slightly, frightened and amazed and full of boundless love all at once. It was true: the place was absolutely beautiful and seemed too eerily quiet to be there. But, as Vipin moved for the first time, several things happened—the wind picked up, the flowers hummed, and a brilliantly red doe sprinted across the grass, bounding and leaping before them. Flowers sprang from her hooves, and the clouds overhead seemed to rotate to follow her. She glanced at them, with golden eyes, and winked, sprinting away as quickly as she had come, leaving only the whistling of the wind and an elven giggle behind her. The lone stag shouted “wait!” as she disappeared into the far-off trees, but her giggle was replaced with a deep chuckle.
They turned, and faced the Queen, King, and their Unnamed.
“Hello,” said Nevermore, stopping a distance away. Azalea bowed, and Calisto smiled faintly.
“Hello,” said Vipin in reply, his irises shaking. Aspen recoiled, and Xylia disguised a sob.
It occurred to them that Xylia had never seen her father before. Vipin and Aspen backed up politely, and Nevermore and Azalea mirrored them, until the two peacocks remained.
(I felt like writing something but I didn't feel like writing about TEF so I'm going to write a story about a fox. Might publish the story later.)
Prologue
[i]The thunder sound echoed again. It made the vixen's belly jerk as she ran. The vixen dodged incoming trees and jumped over logs, and kept running. They were after her family. That was why she was running- for her family. Herself. Her kits. Her- at that thought she stopped running all of the sudden, and dust flew in the air. "Inali!" The vixen yelled. A pure black fox ran out of the brush and ran over to his mate. His fur was as black as the night, and that was why he had to run all the time- they always wanted him. They wanted his pure, black, fur. The animals did not know what they did to animals once they had killed them.
"We have to keep running. They are still after us." The black fox said in a hushed voice. At that moment thunder echoed though the air and the foxes both jumped. It was close and the scent of them was streaming in their noses. "Run!"
The two foxes instantly ran. They didn't care what direction they were going. They just ran for their family. The black fox stopped, for he heard a plopping sound. He whipped his head around and saw his mate on the ground. She had tripped, and they were so close. She did not have enough time to get up. "No!" The black fox started to run to his mate. "Sotsona! Run!" The vixen jumped up and ran. The black fox snarled, even though that did not scare them. There was a loud thunder sound again, this time so close the foxes could see dirt spew in the air. "Inali! What are you doing? Run!" The black fox heard his love's voice behind him. "Go! Go!" He yelled, snarling at them the same time. "GO!"
The vixen did indeed go. Her long, orange fur flowed though the sky as she ran. She kept running, not even thinking about why. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. And she still ran.Dust flew behind her. And then...
The golden doe squeezed her way between two rocks to lay down. Her eyes were laden with golden tears, though she dared not cry for the pain of it. Phion nearly sniffled, but grunted instead as she threw her head on the ground, nuzzling her face in to the grass and huffing out a sigh.
Why was she here?
Her mind cried in anguish. Longing filled her heart, beating for a purpose in this forest. The enemies of the forest were long gone by now. Her eyes spilled tears so hot that they sizzled on her skin, wafting up in to the air of evening with a smell like hot soil and burning leaves. She was sick of being made of the forest.
WHY? Do I have to be like this anymore... do I have to.... can't I.... I am ugly.... My face... My scent... My....... Jumbled thoughts.
Another waterfall of gold started to eat away at the red lines again. A pitiful cry echoed through the birch as the Spirit Heart of the Forest bleated a lament. Her feathers shook and shuddered as sob after sob wracked her frame.
This was shameful. Phion knew that crying was a fawn-like thing to do, especially when she knew what it was doing to her face.
Could... Coould you change me... plea-ase? I am s-i-ick of be-eing a mon-onster. A harsh, shaky whisper muffled itself in the grass. Phion pressed her nose in to the dirt, her lips kissing the ground as she spoke to the Gods that created her.
A soft warmth brushed against her, wind from the higher air. The doe pricked her ears, listening to silent words and responding with an out-loud speech that made her seem crazy. Right now, she could have been plagued with insanity.
[=#EDDA74]Face.... My.... Face... My Voice.... My face my voice... my face... my voice...
I downloaded the older version of TEF, and I get this error: The procedure Entry Point ?SetContextRenderCountName@a3d_Channel@@UAEXPAD@Z could not be located in the dynamic link library HighPoly.dll.
Hello there everyone! Ive been looking around and Ive been trying for ever to get a Skull Mask, and the large Red Antlers.
The reason behind the red antlers is because when I first joined, this deer with those large red antlers stayed with me until I leaned everything, they just make you look so... Majestic as well!
And the Skull, well.....-Admits- I love skulls xD
If you can help me find a way to get these, I would be very grateful to you!
Halfway home in the hilltop trees,
And all our footprints in the snow,
And the evening glow, leaving.
Driving the car with Iron and Wine playing. Windows down, wind blowing. A certain heartache. A certain loving feeling.
It's late evening. The sky is grey, ready to open up. Iron and Wine still flirting with the ears as an omlette is made. It's not perfect, but this is how it is preferred.
Eating with the lights off, simply because there's just enough light outside that the inner light isn't really needed. Drinking milk from a plastic cup, eating the omlette from a plastic plate. Sitting alone, but thinking of someone. Still feeling that heartache, yet feeling loving all the same.
I wake besides you on the floor,
Counting your breathing.
Content, full.
The sky opens up.
Sitting and pondering. Iron and Wine still playing.
A glance at the dog. A glance outside.
"Boe, come on!"
The porch doors swing open.
There she runs, in her black dress, her dog hot on her heels. She's running in the rain because no one else is around, and she feels so free and alive. She likes the scent, the way it hits her skin, only to melt and run under the heat of it.
After a while, she sits beneath the tree, the dog still at her side. Her fingers skate along his sides, and his tongue brushes along them in turn.
This is contentedness. This is freedom.
Because I can't see nothing in this half moon,
Lay me down if I should lose you.
There is nothing more romantic than this; simply living life
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This was in my diary, but I've posted it in its own separate blog for safe keeping. I don't like letting good memories like this go.
