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aldri slutt -gift writing for Bylah-


((I hope I didn't butcher anything about him, also, it's too short gah OTL. Title reads 'Never ending'))
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The Summoned Evil (To be worked on soon)

"A sprinkle of blood orange juice..."

The juice splashed the cold dirt, where inscriptions were carved in a circle.

"The skull of a fawn..."

A skull was placed in the center of the circle. It began to emit a slight green light at this point.

"Two pieces of wood turned stone..."

Two small chunks of petrified wood were placed in each eye socket on the skull. The light got brighter and brighter.

"...And a word of summoning..."

Iugulare stood on her hind legs. The infection supported her as she watched the dark surroundings grow brighter and brighter with the green hue. She grinned - all the pieces were in place, everything was working. She just had to finish it.

"Oh valde malum phasmatis, exsisto existo!"

With a burst of light, the offerings on the ground were swallowed up, and soon after a form took shape within the center of the ring. It was a creature unlike any that ever walked on the Earth, a creature from another world. Iugulare's summoning ritual was a success.

The light faded, and before the infectious stoat was a young dragon. The creature's skin shimmered in shades of green and white, and her eyes were a dark green that stared at the one who summoned her. She had great wings and two legs, along with a long tail. She was much more interesting than Iugulare imagined her to be - she had no mouth, but instead, had a slit in her chest. Two small arms were at both sides of the slit. This was most curious to the stoat.

"The great...and terrible...Anirapio. You have been brought here to aid in my quest to claim this world.", Iugulare said to the dragon. The creature looked back at her - it strangely understood the language, and was able to reply using a form of telepathy, "Why would I serve you? I could easily...", but she stopped the sentence, examining her summoner for a moment, reluctantly saying, "No...you lack a soul.
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Why is he scared?

From random deers point of view.....

I was just sun batheing in my regular spot the first time I saw him. I guess he didn't see me cause he just trotted up looked around in a three sixty and then began to eat berrys eye consantly alert. A female raced past on her way to the rueins and he tensed crouching low to the ground and after about a minute got up and ate more still alert. I slowly stood up from behind the rock I was laying in not trying to scare him. I finaly got a good look at him. He was tiny young but not a fawn, he had no mucel mass realy and seened to be verey unhappy. "Um hello"? I called out calm and gental. He jumped about five feet into the air and stiared at me, I could see his blue eyes from behind the mask. "Um are you ok"? He stiared for a moment "yes I am fine". His voice squeaked a bi and I cou;d smell fear on him. It was as if my just staning there looking at him was a danger to his life! "I'm not gonna hurt you"..."Thats good". I was sclightly confuse but tryed to calm him down. "Whats your name"? He was about to say something then caught himself shook his hea and said "Whisper". "Ah well im Harmony"! He seemed to calm down just a bit now and straitened. I walked over and joined him eating berrys also. "So how are you"? I asked. "Oh who me I I'm fine ya know the same old same old how are you"? "Oh im fine just relaxing today"! "Oh ok thats why you where hideing". "I wasn't hideing you just didn't see me"! He smiled a bit but tryed to hide it. He actualy had mucle but it wasn't bulky and think like he was tough and ready to fight for a mate. More like he ha mucle from dayly things. "What do you like to do"? "Cards I play cards". "Oh like tradeing cards"? "No real cardes..aces and spades..". "Oh you mean like black jack"!? He tensed and seemed sad for a moment "whats the matter"? "That was my fathers name" he whispered. "Black Jack"? "His name was jack he had black fur and was a master at playing Black Jack so thats what they called him".
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Whisper runs....

I slowly ate the brite orange flowers the grew around the rueins. They where bland and soft but I didn't feel like going to find blue berrys so I took another mouth full.Munching slowly as I hid my small fram behind a rock I saw some deer run by, laughing , and jokeing they where haveing a race. I remember when I use to race. My hooves ached to join and let my small size carry me faster then anyone eles. I stayed calm and dug my hooves into the soft earth as the thundered past comeing to a sudden skiding halt a few feet away. I didn't move not wanting to be noticed. "I WIN"! One yelled. Her pelt dark blue with brite yellow desighns. "Oh come on you allways win" one half joked half wined. The other became alert but I was shure it was only a deer calling from the birch forest. This deer hade a white and black orca pelt with prong antlers and no mask. He sniffed the air befor heading around the corner of the rueins. The other tussled playfully on the ground for now. I stood up slowly ready to make my break unseen when a sharp voice came. "HEY"! I jumped from behind the rock turned in the air and was now faceing the deer with the orca pelt. "Um"? I said not knowing whether this was a threat or what. All these deer about my age a littel younger but where still larger then me So I readyed to run. "Why are you hidden behind that rock"!? "I..I was haveing lunch". "Behind a rock why not in the sun or eat some berry these taste terriabel"!? "I don't realy like sun batheing and I didn't fell like eating berrys". The other two had me sourounded my back to the wall of the reuins. I gulped. "Are you fast" asked the winner of the race proudly. "Um yes raceing is one of my few talents" I tryed to not let my voice show my slite worry of the moment. "You should race her"! Said the other who had wresteld with her. "Um.." My hooves said yes and my mind said no. "Oh come on you look fast and we haven't found some one to beat her"! I finaly gavve in and smiled under my mask "Fine".
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The Scars of the Future

I was contemplating my life. Yes, the whole 70+ years that are left. And the words came to me as I drew. Here they are.

What nightmares are made of



[=9]Golden hooves. The color of value, purpose...so dainty and worthy compared to the vast portion of soggy soil on which they trod. Yet again, the little doe (if one could use such terms on a creature of more bird than deer) found herself wandering alone. It was habitual now for her, to revert to something like the nomad she once was. Perhaps she was turning into her mother, who, in the setting suns of her life, looked upon Rowan with such foreign eyes. A lost old creature, bound by chains that which only she imagined.

Rowan had come from a family of nomads; aimless wanderers. Though she was not an old doe, she was not the young hapless hind she once was. She found her mind wandering more frequently, her lips moving in speech only to herself, and her legs not settling in the dust for hours on end. It was if she had lost something. It was known information that her little child had been stillborn; she frequently heard of it again and again in stinging whispers and pitiful stares. She was not looking for it directly, perhaps not even at all. Even the feathered little creature herself knew not why she wandered. Whatever she had lost, she seemed apt to wander with no purpose in hopes of recovering it.

What she found the eve after the rainstorm was not what she was looking for. Strangely, she had been holding a pleasant conversation with herself when she came across it. Oh, how it plagued her nightmares as a youngling. Even after her death, his strench would be bound to her skin. And she knew it. She was used property; damaged. As if on instinct, her virtually nonexistant left ear flicked at his arrival. This loss of ear was one of his many gifts to her.

The beastly stag hauled the nightshade behind him. He devoured the sunrays around the doe, and comanded the sun take her leave. Some things even the great mother of Earth must not witness.
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Little Girls..[Rhys/Amazon/Finata]

Rhys closed his eyes tighter and tried to ignore the whining voice in his ear. It wasn't the words, no, only the tone. Young fawns all seemed to have that high pitched shrill voice. It was most likely some sort of natural mechanism to be better heard in times of distress, but in this instance it was just bothersome.
Elise's picture

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    An Introduction

    He sat, watching the sun rise.
    He was alone. All alone, to savour the pastel shades of red, orange, pink as they illuminated the sky.

    A thin smile was present on his lips.

    He inhaled the crisp morning air and started humming a tune. It was slow and soft. The notes seemed to linger in the air for a split-second before being caught by the wind and whisked away.

    That was what made his voice so special. Not that he had ever sung for anyone except himself. Well, maybe once or twice during his chilhood, but that was superficial singing- within everyone's reach. His voice was something else- it was beyond the standards of our natural world, had a touch that made it completely different from anything else.

    Not that he thought so himself- not at all. His singing was something he kept to himself, to be used in a certain context. Maybe he knew his voice was different from others ?
    But he would never had had a clue how beautiful and unique it was.

    Whenever he met someone or saw something that affected him, a melody formed in his head, despite himself. All that was left to do was hum it discreetly, and secretly marvel at it. His tunes also helped him understand how he felt about things, when he was not so sure himself.

    He paused, and again started humming his sunrise song.
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Before the Chrysalis [ch.3]

Chapter One
Chapter Two

~________-----------Ch. 3----------________~

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Hours ticked by and the sky grew dark. Such a warm, beautiful summer night. The fireflies flashed their lights as they floated between the trees, dancing to cricket song. A monarch-pelted youth remained curled in the underbrush, alone still and long past drifted off. It was a fit -less sleep, for once, exhaustion taking hold of the young one like never before. So much emotion to experience in one day…if he were at all conscious he’d have been thankful it had kept out of his slumber. Alas, he didn’t stir, his body reveling in the secluded comfort of his current state of being, stretching it for as long as it would last.

Someone was watching him.

A stag stood not far off, eyeing the youngster through the grass. His stocky, impressive frame was silhouetted in the darkness, his dark pelt blending perfectly with the night if not for the streaks of gold running across this back, drawing the moonlight. His eyes matched them, a brilliant golden amber that glowed as brightly as the fireflies that flitted around him. One had to peer closely to tell the difference. They held a darkness too them - a hardness, perhaps- but also curiosity. After several moments of stillness, the buck moved forward, daring to come closer to the sleeping adolescent . So innocent…and so small! This was what was meant to replace him? As amusing as the thought was, it brought him neither satisfaction or the smallest of smiles - only pity. So vulnerable, and out so deep. It would be so easy to end the boy’s life right then. So easy to save him…

He was within feet of the sleeping youth when his head sprung up and ears pricked forward. He stared into the distance, following a small noise in the leaf litter to its source.
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