Okay, so I have some seriously neglected chars that need some lovin' ;-;

Many of you already know my main charrie, Caden, but I have 3 other lovelies that I haven't given the proper attention.

1. Taya - An ex-wolf. Ghastly sight. Ragged, tortured soul. Unsure how to interact with the gentle creatures of the forest. I haven't used her for almost a year, but if you find her interesting, by all means! She needs some tlc!

2. Jareth - Schism & Daenerys' baby! He's only a few months old, packed with energy (think Kindergarten boy)!

3. Hyssop - My newest charrie, and the one I'm most interested in rping. Shy, sensitive, gentle, patient, and a bit air-headed, she can be a handful. But she's probably the easiest out of these three to interact with (though of course, that depends on the character).

Yayy, so help me out, yo!

The forest has always been magical, miraculous things have been done here, but what happens when you dream? Dreams are the most magical thing in reality, what happens when their introducted into the forest? One night a little fawn was dreaming. She was lonely and bored, seen everything there was to be seen. Her dream was just powerful enough for her answers to be granted. In the morning a shiny metal figure a little smaller than herself was snuggled next to her, emiting a steady warmth. It appeared to be some sort of deer. Plates formed the creature, space inbetween each plate like it was floating in place. A warm turquoise glow came from the spaces where the heart would normally be. Two discs floated above the head where the ears would be. A small glowing turqoise button in a diamond shape sat in the plate that was it's forehead. The fawn was rather brave and was curious about this little thing. The creature stood up and stretched like any deer would and it's turquoise eyes seemed to look at her with joy. The two instantly became friends. All the other fawns were scared of the creature, whispering the one word:robot. But nothing seemed to get the creature down aslong as it was with it's fawn. The "robot" loved it's companion, doing everything for her, but everything wasn't enough for the robot. The fawn didn't share the same love, she merely thought it as a toy that her parents had gave her, not an amazing miracle. As the fawn grew, the robot grew at the same exact time. Days were filled with laughter and happiness, but like reality, kids grow and toys are forgotten. The little robot started to notice the decrease in interactment until it woke up with it's friend gone, nowhere to be found. The robot was confused as a deep pain rolled in waves, for it had grown to love the deer. All the ceasless rumors and theories had said it didn't feel emotions. Maybe it was just defective....No, it was different, just different.

The only thing I could think of...



The body curled up on the earth looked so fresh and young and new. The aura surrounding it, though, was old and warm like a great tree in the midst of summer. No signs as to what I thought was the being's demise were visible. It just lay there... a mountain of fur patched to look like a black beast partway buried beneath the snow of the tundra. For weeks it had lay there dead... not rotting, not fading, not breathing, not stirring. No bird nor insect nor falling leaf dared lay on the body of the being. Lichens refused to grow on fur and bone. Nothing changed as the summer rolled by.

Nothing moved.

As I grew to young staghood the being still remained. I had taken a liking to resting nearby, attempting to be so still as the one with the porcelain face. I hoped, dreamed, and believed that one day the being would wake so I could see a name shining between those white bone boughs. I wanted most to see the color of his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he would tell me of what he had dreamed while asleep for the entire summer.

Though it is fact that our forest is magic, I still wonder how he survived this long.

I still will wonder how I knew that this forest deer was even alive. Without so much as a golden flicker of his pictogram or a hint of a breath, he still seemed to radiate life. It made me realize that I didn't even have a clue how old he was or how long he'd lain here.

Fall was approaching. I knew then, that if he wanted to awaken that it would be soon.

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There are heavy-aired evenings when one becomes lost in thought behind the cracked doors of his eyelids. Upon awakening from this dreamy state, there are long drawn pauses that cause one to become impregnated with butterflies before they realize what is happening. This evening was one of those. I lay next to where he did, but kept a reasonable distance as I always had.