The feeling of warmth on my nose brought me round. A dash of sunlight had penetrated deep through the trees and scrub to me. I embraced its glow and warmth with my eyes. Slowly I moved my ears around listening for the smallest sound. All I heard was silence.....deep deep silence. I struggled to my feet as quietly as possible not knowing what might be listening, my sides burned where the plants thorns has slashed me. I licked the cuts as best as I could remembering mother advice to keep cuts clean. At first the cuts bled more but soon they began to dry. The pain seemed to go to a dull throb. The taste of blood filled my mouth, what for a pool of cool clear water to wash the taste from my mouth. Instead a nibbled at some bramble leaves though they were not very nice either. I sniffed the air, there was a slight whiff of decay.... yes that was what it was called decay. I knew this was old. For an instant the images of the doe in the glade entered my mind, I banished them with a shake of my head. Tears though still filled my eyes.

So with my nerves shaking I stepped from my safe place in to the forest. My journey was slow. I was not going to be caught unawares. Yet the feeling of being followed had begun to nag at my mind. It was not the monster, but something as dangerous yet not mad. I stopped and stared in to the gloom of the trees. ... Nothing but shadows.

The sound of running water came to me, I followed it feeling that a drink my calm me and wash my mouth out of the taste of blood.. Drinking was not that important to me as most of my fluids came from my food, So when I drank I would drink deep and continue on. I soon noticed other deer slots on the ground as it became softer. I decided to skirt round and use the bushes to help break up my shape. I soon saw the water a small creek winding through the trees. A strange new smell entered my nose. The smell of water & earth and something else.

Updated and amend story, Please note I have dyslexia and there will be mistakes.

Part 1
Conceived from a trick was I.
Lord of my mother’s lord and master,
But another rival, fit and faster.
Born of a trick was I.

My mother and the other hinds were split around by Masters tines, some were blooded and others fell never to rise. The Masters lust knew no bounds. Mother said it was a living hell. Now whilst her seasons master, a big and bold Master fort his rival’s young and old, within the shadows another stag did creep, full of cunning, dark and sleek. Mother said she never knew what happened till he'd seen her through and vanished like no deer should be able to, but the deed was done the seed was sown, But how now had the master known?

My mother’s season master big and bold, now proven to the other stags checked his hinds, to find the fertile holy sent. Now when he laid his head upon my mother’s frame breathing deeply. He knew it not the same. He roared and bellowed, stamped and reared. Things that make a great stag feared. But my mother stood there, she shook her head and walked out of the group as a hind can do once no longer in season. Her master of that season told her one true thing that he would never take her in to his harem again. She was in truth glad of this, for he was a cruel one.

So the times moved on, the land grew and died and soon it was her time.So in to the woods she strode to the place of her own birth. She told me I was a big fawn even then and unlike others she was forced to lay down to birth me. I remember my first sensation of air cold sharp and so strong, then feeling it travel in to my body and with a cough life flowed in to me. My mother cleaned me, eating the afterbirth to stop any sent of me drifting. She helped me to my confusion of feet I seemed to have 4 to get in order. She showed me how to feed. The first taste of her rich milk trickled down my throat and warmed me filling me with strength.

*update: modified the title

Sometimes, if I'm bored enough, I create wild stories off the top off my head, writing them down and reading them to a few people who don't know what to expect. This story is one of those. It takes place on an alien planet which is being destroyed by a massive earthquake of unknown cause. On this planet, creatures who slightly resemble deer are forced to make a choice to stay and die, or attempt to protect themselves if they are flung into outer space from the force of this earthquake.
I think I may decide to keep this one for a history (or backstory) for the character of my deer.

Hello to anyone who bothers to read this, my name is .Ru.
I have heard much of this game from internet and through peoples' recommendations, so I'm glad I could finally see what it is like for myself! The fawn concept is a bit strange, in my opinion, but very fascinating. So far I've enjoyed the spectacle of everything - the sights, sounds, symbols and the various gestures of deer.
I have a lot to say about The Endless Forest already... but the main thing is that I like it so far; this game is quite unique, not like any other I've ever played, and has succeeded in intriguing me.

On a different note, I'm bad at making friends. But in the hopes of changing this, I will try reading about the inhabitants of this community to get to know everyone better, and maybe post more "blog entrees"...