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The night was cold. Fortunately for the deer, they all slept well. The air was bitter, but it enveloped and comforted their warm bodies, and they all had pleasant dreams this night.

Wandering around was a lone figure. His footsteps seemed to make the ground beneath glow, and on occasion a grasshopper fled from his feet. He looked up at the sky, admiring the stars he could see in the openings of the forest canopy. They were beautiful, and he often wondered when he would ever visit them. The moon was large and a red hue. The stag's eyes were open to him. It was a sign.

He stopped near the old Ruins. The tombstones and idols were kind to him, like good friends he knew for a long time. "Tonight must be the night.", he said to them, "The moon is close to the land this night, and it is perfect for your departure." He waited a minute for their response...

...and then...

Rising from the ground were small flames, each a light blue color that flickered and seemed to float in the air. "My friends, it is time.", the stag said to them.

The wisps collected around the red-faced stag. He was a ghost just like them, but he was different...he was gifted. The stag was reborn by the Twin Gods' magic, and given a particular task. He was the guardian of lost souls, both living and deceased. He never had a chance at life himself, but he was a kind spirit who would always be there for those who needed him.

The souls that he called this night were of the recently deceased. They met their end earlier in the year, and the forest gods gave them a home at the Ruins of the Endless Forest. This night was special. This night...

"Allow me to ease this process.", he said to them, "Your bodies have been given to the earth. Your families have honored your passing, and the gods will guide you to a beautiful afterlife."

The wisps began to rise toward the sky.

It had been nearly two years since that day. The White Man laid low for some time. It was futile to try and approach the child after that. In retrospect he should have held tighter to the mask and expected such foolishness. The child was still so young and not nearly ready for such a sight.

It was the crimson flare that first drew her toward him—the fire, the cinders, the surging smog.

It was his size, so colossal—the beast walked on stilts, lived on stilts, thrived in the heavens.
It was his scent, so pungent—the dull reek of rot and grime, of death, oozed from the inferno.
It was his surface, so sinister—he was but a skeleton, clad in tattered storm clouds and dusk.

...

The large speckled stag raised his head towards the sky and smiled faintly.
"I warned ya didn't I? I told you a month ago that I had a story to impart to you. Well here it is. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy telling it."

"Mama..."
"What do you want?"
"I'm scared..."
"Of what?"
"There's a white see through man"
"For fuck's sake..."

This is a very old reply regarding Kit and Fran's meeting, but I liked it enough to add more.

Note to Alec and Emily: This is kind of a continuation of the triangle, so you can feel free to add it to the collection IF you see fit.
I'm sorry that all I do is communicate Fran's emotions rather than her taking action. Fear not, though! She will take action soon, but the only thing is that.. it's Fran, so it's not going to be very fun or very nice, and I'm kind of dreading that ^^;;

...when I told you that I loved your pretty face.

The world was coming to an end. The sky is falling. The stars are dying.

She is immensely pleased.

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

I saw a swan today and made up this poem.

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Swan, you fly in the Heart of Winter

As white as the Snow you soar above
Swan, you fly in the Heart of Winter
Your Neck is held high, you bird of Love
Swan, you are in the Heart a splinter

...you see...

You remind me of the warmth of Sun
You remind me of the Summer and Spring
To laugh in the river that in the Forest run
You make me long for the Beauty they bring

...but...

Swan, the Sun is shining on your Wing
The clear white, glistening Snow is beautiful too
Swan, you soar in the yearning of Spring
and I know
Hope of Summer came with you

Swan! In my Heart, is where you flew.

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Plush flakes of white drifted gently down from the sky, melting upon the upturned nose of the fawn, and the creature gave a slight start at the cold feeling, golden eyes widening for a moment, focused on the cold forms as if the heat of his gaze would make them melt.

His steps were wary, flinching as the snow melted upon his thin pelt, slender legs picking over the ground hurridly.

Increasing in speed, soon he was at a trot, then a gallop.

He didn't like the snow, it muffled everything, hid the gentle music of the forest that was so dear to him.

And so, he ran, ears twitching, seeking the sound of his own hoofbeats.

But all that reached him was the muffled sound of snow as his hooves cut into it.
Silence...
It scared him, eyes filling with warm crystaline tears that burned trails down his cheeks, which the wind quickly cooled and froze.

"Mama?

(Read part one here: http://www.endlessforest.org/community/beginning .)

It was midday and two fawns frolicked through the violets on the path that led to the playground. The larger fawn went first, head held high, drinking in the fresh forest air, his tail twitching with excitement. Where the violet thinned out into yellow grass, he spun around and let out a playful roar. The lighter fawn, who had paused to soak in the sunlight as it filtered through the branches, pricked her ears at his roar and skipped over to him.

"What's the rush?" she asked.

"There's never any rush, according to you. If I wasn't around, you probably wouldn't make it to the playground until sundown, and then it'd be time to go home." He shook his body head to tail and spun around again, looking over his shoulder. "Come on. I'll race you!"

Without giving her a chance to protest, he bounded away through the grass. The young doe only hesitated a moment. Then, with a small hop, she was racing lightly after him.

The two friends skidded to a halt as the half-buried boulders loomed before them. A brief silence fell upon them as they gazed up in awe at the highest peak. The doe walked forward and pressed her cheek gently against the base of the rock. It was cool, as if the sun's rays did not reach this far down its stony mass. She guessed the top would be warmer. A scraping sound made her look to her right, and she saw her friend scrambling up one of the smaller boulders. A smile slowly spread across her face. She trotted over to join him, leaping nimbly onto the small rock and widening her stance to steady herself as she landed. She laughed when she saw her friend's surprised expression and leaped easily away onto the next rock and the next, making her way up to the peak.

The Endless Forest

The Prince of Wisps

Midnight [Tales from the Ringleader]

Flame Allure

Tales from the Ring Leader [Story Collection]

Nightfall [Tales from the Ringleader]

first time ever (old Fran reply)

Guess I Made A Big Mistake Today...

Swan, you fly in the Heart of Winter (poem)

congelés mélodie

On the playground...