Writing

:.{ Just Like You }.:

CONTAINS SOME SWEARING.

:.{Four-Line Poems}.:

C: Some four-line poems from each of my deeeer.
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Living in Rose Flower Herd

Rose Flower Herd is home to many deer in the forest. It is near the lake where the deer can drink from. My fawns, Whitefawn and Leaffawn live there with their parents, Fireheart and Bluepelt.
TERRITORY
The territory only covers the lake, therefore you are welcome to cross it. It goes from the lake to the Oak Tree. They allow strangers to cross their territory and sleep in the tree. Sharphoof is a brown deer with the yellow stripes on his back, goat antlers and a real deer mask. He is rarely seen though.
DOES CARRYING FAWNS
When a doe discovers she is pregnant, she goes into the birthing den to have her fawn(s). When the fawn(s) come, they spent 1 more day in the birthing den until they are ready to leave
NEW NAMES
When a fawn grows up, the name it ends with changes. Though, they get to keep their first name etc...Whitefawn=White?Question??.
FEEDING
The fawns and elderlys must be fed before going out. The elderly eat swamp grass to keep them surviving. Fawns rely on their mother's milk but if there are old enough to eat solid foods they eat grass, pinecones and mushrooms.
HERD RUN
When Sharphoof decides to go for a herd run, he gathers the herd and they start to have a long gallop with him leading. The fawns must be next to their mothers and the elders must be close to a un-eldered stag or doe in case one dies, collaspes or gets ill. They all stop to eat and drink then carry on. After their run, the go in the Oak Tree for a long nap.
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EverY HearT

((from now on all my stories will have some small screenie at the top so that /I/ can remember who I wrote them about, sorry if it bugs you))


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Soothsayers [..?]

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Women of prophecy and ill omen.
Probably some foreboding in that but at the moment he was fixated on the gentle waters before him.
Soothing..yes that is how he got there as he thought about it.

He glanced briefly at the large deer curled by his side and stared down at the waters.

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The Waiting Game...[Rhys/..?]

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He seemed to have calmed down since the recent break-down.
Rhys approached the being with hesitation and noted the lack of expression.
If it were any other he might be concerned, but the placid thin lip and flickering eyes reassured him.

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Spurned {Malicious and the Empty Child}

The dark doe leaned over the bridge's side, gazing down at her reflection in the Idol's stream. The snow had ceased falling, for a time, and a few poppies stood out blood-red against their white background. She was quite alone - only the noisy bawl of other deer in the forest reminded her she was not utterly by herself in the whole forest.

Malicious lifted her eyes from her shimmering image and gazed across the pond, where three stags were sporting in the shallows. A sly, quick smile flitted across her face, and she traipsed daintily off the bridge, headed towards the shallows, nothing in mind other than the three handsome, mighty creatures who, she was sure, would be only too glad to offer her-

"Mummy?"

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Does it have to be goodbye?

My dog was hit by a truck today. Before you ask, no. He didn't make it. I ran out to see him and he was dead on the street. It was messy, bloody. We wrapped him in towels and our friend who works for the vet took him to be cremated. His ashes will be spread at the lake, at the place we used to love to go.

The man who did it was very apologetic, he feels very bad about it I know. This is my baby. My most precious baby. My life was this dog.

The best thing about all of this is that I wrote a poem and it's nice. That's all.

In loving memory.

2009 - 2010, Draco.

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I have nothing...Álmos;

I have nothing to learn from you child.
You act as if to keep me company yet any attempts to make contact end in mockery.
You mimic my confused gestures to the tee.
As if you might learn from the naive.

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She was once a true love of mine. (Tuna)

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I haven't seen a soul dressed like this since I was born. Why is that skull thing such a big fad? Why isn't it this big tribal mask, the one that stands up and yells, Look at me?

The forest, being where it was, had already grown warm with the promise of summer. The cicadas once more took their place in the long grass, quite a few already launching into their droning hum. A black-and-white doe lay on the muddier terrain, breathing deeply in sleep over the rippling water of the river. The area was quiet, and peaceful. Until, however, a stag’s deep belling echoed over the expanse, and her ears pricked, followed by her neck craning upward to look about.

It’s so hot.



She shook her head to clear it, sending feathers shaking wildly, and hauled herself to her feet with difficulty. The sun beamed down on her ash-toned back, spotting it in light and radiating warmth throughout her body. The doe smiled under her mask. These were the glory days of the forest – while some wished desperately for weather changes, that brought variety and so-called ‘enjoyment’, it was when the temperature was that of a fire’s glow that she found herself most content.

But then there was the matter of her fur. Caked in dried mud and quite disagreeable. The creek was too narrow here to wade in – testing her leg shortly and finding it mostly fine, the long-legged hind took off at a canter, taking her time to feel the breeze wind over her skin.

The water’ll be cold.

Slowing within a short time, she snorted appreciatively as the crystal blue of the Pond came into view behind the willow trees.
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