Not by choice no.
Solitude was a choice for many but for him, a decision made by others.
Fuckers.
Just one those things eh?
Some pretty little people get thrust into the lime-light and the rest stand on the edges waiting to see if they're noticed.
Couldn't even get a fawn to sit with him.
How pathetic was that?

Ok i lost all my spell in a glitch thing!! I had all new stuff and it was suddeenly gone after visiting the driking plat thingy...well I walked out and sneezed and all tht stuuf..it wont come back! I need held getting the Gazel antlers Secratry pelt and raven mask PLEASE!!!

Acceptance

An early morning mist blanketed the Endless Forest. The trees appeared like ghosts, and the bodies of sleeping deer lay in their various beds. The air was too cold for Gabe, he could not sleep this night. Sitting up, he shook the little bit of ice from his black fur, and went to the Pond for a drink of water.

The stag walked through the foggy forest like a specter. He had not met very many of the deer here, for the ones who have looked upon him were struck with fear. His face appeared painted, and four red horns sprouted from his head. The other deer had not seen one like him.

Making it to the Pond, he bend down and lapped the water. It was just as chilly as the air, but quenching his throat helped his body relax. He didn't notice a fawn nearby, who also drank from the pond's water. The little one looked up to him, her heart skipping a beat.

The stag heard her and turned, revealing his face. The fawn was immediately terrified, running off as quickly as she could.

Gabe shook his head, "Perhaps I will never make any friends here.", he said to himself.

"Not necessarily.", another voice said nearby. The dark stag turned to see another stag sitting in the water. He enjoyed the light waves from the Pond on his green fur, and his face was covered with a green mask with lightning bolts on it.

"Who are you?", Gabe asked the other stag. Smiling, the masked deer replied, "They call me Blixt."

The green one stood and gave a light bow. He was a gentleman around others, and unlike so many that Gabe had met before, he would never judge another by appearance. "So, why do you think you're having a hard time making friends?", he asked.

"I don't know. Maybe they're afraid of me.", Gabe admitted. Blixt nodded his head, "Some deer are wary around those they have never met before.