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Something resembling an abiogenesis airplane in size circled above the pond. Four long legs carefully stretched to touch the windswept ground in the only space open enough to receive the being's wide wings. Not at all graceful, the being's body lurched forward as he backpedaled to a more-balanced stop. The cob shook his body in mild frustration, the feathers throwing off a little bit of dust. He had been away long enough to collect quite a bit.

The swan-stag's long neck bent to receive a little bit of nourishing water. After a long flight, his body had grown warm enough that receiving the liquid was a real treat. He could feel it cooling his throat as it trickled toward his stomach. A low thrum signified his acute pleasure with the feeling. Hastily, greedily he gulped more of the liquid down. Only when he had developed quite the stomach ache did he decide it was time to stop. He shuddered, burping a bit.

Cygnus folded his wings to his sides, spun 180 degrees, and loped into the first forest. He did not feel like moving slowly, no matter how ungainly his giraffe-like movements were. Likely he would startle a few of the forest's more sensitive or curious folk, but like he wasn't in the mood for moving carefully, he wasn't in the mood to care either.

The beast lowered his head and leaped over a log. His body brushed low-hanging branches above as he scrambled into a thicket. As abruptly as his fast-paced journey had begun, it stopped with the stag throwing himself to the ground in exhaustion.

There, in the thicket, he lay and took in the sounds of the birds overhead and the bugs buzzing around. Again the beast thrummed low in appreciation. His jaw stretched wide in a yawn, revealing a toothless black mouth of hard material. He then chose to stare lazily at the small world he had found himself in.

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Lighting turned the sky into a broken eggshell, light peeking through before closing off again. Heat rolled in waves over the skin of the earth. No wind rustled the grass or trees, though high above the summer heat angrily snapped at the fast-moving clouded sky. It was as if the world held still in front of the lightning storm's snapping jaws.

Below the lightning storm lay the expanse of the Endless Forest, sweltering. Many crowded the pond, muddying the normally crystalline waters with sweat and mulm. The water churned with playing fawns and eddied around elderly bodies. Does congregated beneath the shade-providing oaks, chattering like squirrels. Many of the stags had moved deeper into the wood, seeking shade wherever it could be found. A sensible doe or two did the same, many disliking the rabble of those who chose the pond.

Deep in the heart of the First Forest, a pine tree on a small hill shaded an area of damp ground. Upon it sprawled a black and white stag. His humanoid brow beaded with sweat as he panted. A port-wine-stained tongue lolled from his furred lips, before snapping back into his mouth as his head finally lay to rest on the cool earth. Pine needles and dirt would stain his belly, but the stag did not care as he hugged the forgiving ground. Gently, he rolled to his side and then to his back, leaving a quarter of his pelt without dirt or needles. White tummy exposed, the stag situated himself to look up and watch the lightning show. It flickered and crackled before his eyes, which mirrored each visible strike.

A formidable sigh wracked his body.

Summer was dreary.