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Look around.

what do you see?

The soft glimmer of violet eyes off the surface of blue water.

A small part...

The thing holding up the small doe's body was no longer her own legs, muscle or bone. It was the rage and sadness that boiled inside her. Rage for the sick creature that had brought this down on her happy family, and sadness because of the definite knowledge that her newborn fawn, her first and last, would never know his mother.
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The One? Part 1.(A story of mystery, love, and sillyness.)

It was a quiet evening in the forest. Most of the deer had gone home, and were now sleeping, oblivious to the world around them. By the pond, a frog croaked, jumping into the water soon after. It was the only sign of life in this now still forest.

A few moments after the frog hopped into the water, a little fawn appeared standing at the water's edge. He bent down to drink, arching his little as far as it could go. He then lifted up his head and looked around. He sniffed, taking in the sights and sounds of this strange but calm forest.

"Where am I?" he wondered. "One second, I'm fighting that stupid stag who wants to get with my girlfriend. The next second, I'm here by this pond, drinking. Man, it sure has been a weird day."

He walked over to a nearby willow tree to scratch his antlers, only to find that there were no antlers on his head, at least, not anymore.

"What the...where'd my antlers go?!" the fawn cried outloud.

He turned around, looking over his entire body carefully.

"And these spots!" He said "I must have caught some kind of skin deisese!"

The fawn ran over to the pond and peered at his reflection.

"And a shrinking diesease!"

The fawn stood still and thought for a few seconds. The first word that popped into his head was 'fawn' though he refused to believe it. How could he? He was the biggest, most powerful stag in the forest! No deer in their right mind would dare to challange him.

"And there was this really cool chick...no...never mind," thought the fawn. "I bet that guy cast a spell on me and dumped me off somewhere in the forest."

He yawned, exposing his (not very) ferocious teeth. "Maybe I should go to sleep," he thought.

Just then, a sound came from across the river, and a pair of magnificent white stangs appeared, standing in the grass.
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Return to Nature - Story V

Return to Nature Index

A week has passed since the last time you visited the dream world, and you were depressed during the day and had sleepless nights. It was unsettling to you to know that your deer, your friend and guardian, was dead. You keep thinking that it was your fault they died. You didn't protect them when they needed it most.

They protected you. You begin to wonder if you die in the dream world, would you have died in this world too? You remember the time you met your deer on the beach, and upon your return here, you could smell the saltwater on your clothes.

"It had to have been real.", you come to the conclusion, but your thoughts sink, remembering that each time you went, you met your deer. You lay back in your chair, thinking about it all. Closing your eyes, you envision your deer in your mind, looking back at you, smiling, telling you that everything will be alright.

"Don't worry.", you hear them say.

You open your eyes, and are surprised to see yourself and your chair sitting on some old ruins. Much of the foundation of the building you were in had fallen down long ago, though you notice that the shape of the walls seem to resemble your own home. You stand and look around - there are other ruins on hills that roll, but they all seemed smaller compared to the one you were standing in now.

You notice something else, too. Upon one of the hills was a different structure, an interesting pavilion with pillars that rose up much like those found in Greece or Italy. The pavilion was much different than the ruins of the houses, and in fact it seemed to be in the best shape compared to the others. Curiously, you make your trek toward it.

It takes a few minutes to get to it, but you finally step inside.
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The Nightmare [Warning for violence and death..]

Some events happened in the Forest today that inspired me to write this. Please do note the warnings..I do not wish to be commented on how I did not warn people. This dream belongs to my deer Zach. What is written in blue is from his present POV and not a part of his dream.

The Nightmare



It is a beautiful day. The sun is shining bright and the trees are alive with birdsong. Everything seems to have a heartbeat of its own and breath along with the gentle winds that flow through the thick forest. None of this matters for the small fawn, however. No, the fawn is concentrated only on trying to trying to scare as many butterflies as it possibly can.

He feels his mother's warm gaze on him and knows that he is safe. As long as she's watching over him, nothing bad can happen. He knows this is true – it has always been so. He leaps over the nearest bush and lands among the flowers, sending butterflies in the air everywhere around him. A small voice starts to laugh triumphantly, and he recognizes it as his own.
“Did you see, mum?! Did you?! I scared so many!” he announced with pride in his voice as he watched as the small colourful insects fluttered around him. He hears a soft, warm chuckle behind him and knows that she is happy.
“Yes, dear. Now, come over here and finish your dinner. We will be moving on as soon as your father returns..”
Zach turns slowly, his small chest still heaving after running around for so long. He returns to her and almost starts to eat, but pauses. Lifting his small head, he looks at her. A small frown makes its way onto his face as the features he expects to see are not there. It feels..odd to look up at an adult deer, although he does not quite place why. It has always been this way. Mother's face..he can't seem to see it, no matter how hard he tries to tilt his head or raise himself higher to see better. It is as if there is something blocking his vision, keeping him from seeing her properly.
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The Flower Diaries; Chapter Ten

He's so tired.
and he is sore, legs hurting horridly as he curls up beneath the willow to sleep.

He had been content amongst the warm birch tree grasses, sitting where he had first met the doe, Poltergeist.
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Tenley's Day.

Her head was hanging low to ground, her hooves dragging behind her. She was so deppresed since it had happened. Poltergeists death. It had left her shocked and sad. She didn't know poltergeist, but she was still strangely sad. She stared at the ground as if were staring through it. Her tail hung between her legs, swinging back and forth. She stopped and looked up at the sky. " look up at the stars huh, polt?", she smiled and lifted her head slightley. She looked around to see if she could spot others around. none. She sniffed the air, shifting uncomfortabley. She lowered her ears and flicked her tail. She looked around cautiousley, looking to spot any danger. SHe licked her lips and walked forward. She trotted up to a mushroom tree and and scratched at the dirt at the base of the tree. SHe lowered her head and tucked hard at the partially dug up root. She tugged and tugged, finally ripping it out. She chewed it slowely for a while, thinking about why she cared so much about a deceased stranger. She was lost in deep thought when she soon realized she still was chewing the root. She swallowed and kept digging and eating. After she had eaten all she wanted, she turned abruptley and started walking towards the pond for a cool drink, but saw a deer standing there. She stared at him for a long moment and whispered,"hi...?", she lowered her head and cautiousley approuched him. She raised her head and flicked her ear. She sniffed his neck and looked up at him." Hello!", he replied. She smiled slightley." Your the only deer i have seen around her for quit a while!", her smile faided. her ears dropped and she closed her eyes." whats wrong?" the stag asked, also dropping his ears."nothing", she acted happy and changed the subject."so, wanna hangout?", she said randomley. "sure!", He raised his ears happily and smiled, turning to trot over to another group of deer. She didn't know they were there the whole time.
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Why do I love you so much?

I watched you grow up... From the time you were a fawn... Being all noobish and having no idea what to do. I can remember that like it was yesterday. But, now look at you... What a fine deer you have become. Graceful and elegant. I couldn't have wanted more.

Do you remember the time when many deer had gathered near the crying idol? You were so small. And you were thrilled over your new secretary bird pelt. It was adorable. I have a picture! But, I'm just making you feel embarrassed.

The day you became an adult make my heart skip a beat. Finally, time to get down to business! I had already planned your apparel out. Oh, and so many deer were amazed at your new body! They helped get you your colors. I thank them. I wish... That the days of innocence and bliss would never end, but then, what sort of world would that be? Everything must age.

I love you...

I write this now because I want to give it to you. Like a letter.

So, I must say farewell for now... But, 'till you get this, remember those times, and think of me. <3
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