Deer info;
Name: Daedalus
Sex: Male
Mood: Conscious
Description: A brown coat of thick fur. Antlers wreathed in violets.


My eyelids raise with all the grace of a pair of new born fauns: hesitant, and poorly coordinated. I attempt to stand but my legs ache and complain. How long had I been asleep? With great effort, I lift my head and take survey of myself and the forest. The dust of three summers rested on my fur.

Surely, I hadn't been asleep for so long. Lost in a hibernation for that many seasons. Something would have woken me up. Someone?

Perhaps they thought I a statue, and let me be. Maybe.

I stood on shaky legs, and streeeeetched.



It was painful, but a good pain. One that let life flow back into these joints of mine. I try to think of what had become of me. I remember growing. Growing at an alarming rate. But I had come to terms with that, and let time happen to me. I try to stir my memories, but I only get flashes, half-forgotten pictures, like a dream fleeing my mind. Maybe they were dreams. I see myself, and a large herd of deer proudly marching before their parents. Each one eating a very expensive piece of paper. I remember being well groomed, and on my best behavior on my first day grazing professionally. Then finding my very own tree to live under. But nothing sticks in my head for long. Maybe it was all a dream. Some fantasy from another life.

It was good to be awake, at least. I didn't want to waste the opportunity, so I set out. My, the forest was still as lovely as I remembered. The trees were so tall and proud. Fireflies, dragon flies, and the like danced a ballet in front of me. How could I have ignored them for so long?

I wandered until I came across three deer sitting within a fairy ring. Something, was odd about them. Their fur, their ... bodies were not whole. I did not like this one bit, but I went to investigate. Perhaps they needed my help. I would not leave them to the same fate as I had just woken from!



"Wake up!" I yelled at them, "Please, wake from your slumber."

But they did not stir. They simply sat there, as time washed over them and slowly eroded their beings. With eyes glazed, and flesh wearing away, they sat.

"Please," I pleaded. "I don't want to be alone."

Maybe I was the only one awake. The last deer that could see, that could walk, and breathe. Or maybe they would wake. I only had to wait for them. Wait for the hours to pass by. Wait for something better to come along. My eyes started to droop at this though.

I could just let this hour past by. Surely the next one would be better. I can wait for that one... or the next .... one....

As if created by the gods themselves, my deer brethren gathered to greet me.



Such joy I felt at this reunion. I was rejuvenated for a second time. In retrospect the relief was quite embarrassing. But I eagerly sang and danced with the fellow deer. Then we explored the Endless Forest just like we did in days long past. One, a doe, was particularly lovely. We spent a great deal of time chasing frogs through the trees. I hoped I would continue to see her in the future.

Then I came across a doe and her two darling fawns. I greeted the family, and played a little with the young ones. Changed their antlers, and jumped around a bit. But the doe did not seem to like that. I couldn't blame her. I would not want my children to play with a dust encrusted crazy deer.



I wonder if I would, one day, become a father. The sorrow, and joy is unlike any other in this forest... or at least, so I'm told. That's certainly a pondering for another time.

For now, I simply need to focus on what's happening about me. From time to time.

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Hello! I once made all of one diary post long long ago. I had the idea of making events, or at least the general mood, of my life correspond to the actions of my deer, Daedalus. For no reason whatsoever, I have decided to try to continue that exercise three years later.

The next entry should be much more lively.

Oh my, look at the time! Gotta go.

About me:
Alias: Erikson (Erik)
Sex: Male
Age: 23