The rain on my back felt like millions of daggers, plunging into me. My head hung low, my eyes full of sadness, my ears drooping by the sides of my face. I squinted my eyelids together, trying to stop the tears from flowing. But I couldn't. My salty tears mixed with the rain droplets as they ran down my face, dripping onto the moist grass below.
I couldn't beleive it, he was dead....
My old friend lay on the floor in front of me. He was resting in his usual place, on the platform, next to the ruins. The rain droplets were covering his grey matted fur and ran down onto the gashes in his side. He didn't die a painful death, just passed away in his sleep. I found him here this morning.
Serenity and Latte had decided to go home to give me some time on my own. I thought back to the last time we spoke. A shudder ran down my spine; he must have known it was coming, his death I mean. What he had said was this:
'Young deer, please take care of yourself. The forest is darkening...'
I backed away from his body and went to wander around the forest. The forest seemed to share my emotions, the sun was hiding, the birds weren't singing and the deer weren't prancing around. They sat under trees, their heads bowed. The words seemed to echo in my head
" The forest is darkening, the forest is darkening.. "

I trudged a whole circle of the forest and then found myself at the ruins again. I dumped myself next to my friend's body and cried myself to sleep.

My dreams were dark and haunting. I was running through the forest..except it was different. The branches of the trees had no leaves, mist clouded my vision and the ground was dirt. My hoofbeats rang out loudly as I ran across it. Then out of the mist came millions of deer, surrounding me, blocking me in. I recognised them as my friends. Their fur had been torn off in places leaving bloody gaping wounds. They had no eyes, only two hollow circles that stared at me, haunting me. They closed in fullly.

Realizing it might become confusing to try and follow the in progress story dealing with the love triangle of Furfur, Kita and Fran and the disappearance of our main hero, this blog has been created.

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In a portion of a forest, a small herd of whitetail deer enjoyed the entire area to themselves. Their natural predators feared the area.

Near to the deer's home was a set of train tracks. The rails passed close by to the forest, and the deer were not afraid of the sounds of metal and steam that would travel the tracks. The large metal serpents kept the predators away, and the deer lived a virtually peaceful life.

On an unfortunate day, one doe chose to explore the tracks. She stood on the metal bars, sniffing them and staring at them curiously.

In the distance, at the most perfect and horrible time, a train steamed toward the doe. She heard it coming, and soon she saw it coming closer. The doe froze, her heart rate accelerated, and her legs became stiff while her brain screamed at her to run. The train's operator spotted her, and in a drastic attempt, he applied the brakes on the train as quickly as he could. The wheels locked and screeched on the rails. Sparks flew from the metal, the sound was unbearable in the ears of the animals nearby.

The train came closer and closer. The doe still stood in its path, her body shivered as she stared death in the face. She closed her eyes and...

"Oof!", she grunted, feeling something shove her out of the way. One of her herd, a stag, pushed her off the tracks as soon as the train would have hit. He landed on her, protecting her as the train sped past them.

It was already too late - the train was uncontrollable, and catching a sharp turn on the path, it lost its wheels on the rails and slammed into the ground, sliding through the dirt and colliding into many of the trees on the border of the forest.

The train finally came to a halt, the front of it rested on the ground. Steam bellowed from every part of the machine. The doe and the stag stood, both gazing at the wreckage in awe and terror.

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[=Sylfaen][=13] Her call rang out as she stood on the edge of the pond. Devistaton was tearing through Kita, gazing down into the dark depths to where His mask had vanished. She trembled scared, stepping back away as she looked along the edges of the pond.

He would appear, he would, just like he always did. He would come back, appearing along the edge of the pond like he always did. He couldn't leave her, not like this. She needed him, they might not have wanted to admit it, but she needed him in her life.

Another call came a moment later, a long howling whine that came from the playground. Confusion flickered in her eyes, it sounded so familiar, so like Furfur's and yet, so different. She turned, running along the edge of the pond, racing toward the playground.

Her legs stretched, muscles strained as she forced her body to it's limit, slowing only as she saw the figure. She skid to a halt, heart dropping into her stomach, it was not the one she desired, the one she searched for.

A tall monarch pelted stag stood before her. Long tines curled form his head, the face of a real deer looked out over the forest. She frowned slowly, nostrils flaring as she scented the air. She trembled, tilting her head slowly to the side confused, who was this stag?

She walked quietly toward him, head lowered slowly, eyes on him and her ears strained forward, all her senses. She jumped gently up onto the rock, looking over toward him, frowning slowly.