I marvel at how clean you keep it Nine.
W hat little light there was that night in the Autumn air, reflected off of the pure pelt of a new arrival, a presence that had made himself known to Jettem over the course of a mere few days. Sleep did not come so easily to her as it did others. Even the feared Bylah of the Forest had been seen out of the corner of her eye with his head bowed against his rotting breast, the fire in his eyes dimmed to smoldering embers.
So she sat, waiting. His fur brushed against hers in his sleep, light mumblings coming from his lips as he dreamed on beneath her watchful stare. What few bugs and dirt she found in his pelt she pulled off him, a rare need inside herself taking shape with each time she did so.
The pelt must stay pure.
Just watching him sleep brought a peace of mind, a light thought, a humble action to her personal being. Where she had felt nothing, she felt now, as when with Nor. A tiny pull at her lips hinted at a smile but it was gone before anyone could tell. How funny, that she had come to be the Guardian of Sleep lately. Nor, Nine, occasionally Bylah (though sometimes she even doubted he ever slept) and more often now the strange deer of the Forest. They came, they sat and fell into slumber at her feet, as if being near her brought you to your knees for the deep need of rest, suddenly you felt fatigued and needed someone to watch out for you as you are pulled into the peaceful world of darkness. And it seemed Jettem was perfect for the job.
Nightmares wait.
For to close ones eyes left her vulnerable, open. Undefended. So she would wait. Wait till they all slept, till the dead even took their rest, and the ghouls and damned souls of living deer had to shut their eyes before Jettem even dared to lower her head to the ground to sooth aching muscles in her taunt neck. Golden eyes of the night owls and cries of the pond frogs always seemed to be alive no matter how long she waited, so Jettem had to simply add them into her pattern of rest.
You can’t share dreams.
A deep sigh brought her out of her thoughts, the form of winter fur shifted beneath her chin. A smile did appear on her lips. How she had only moments ago feared to fall asleep, yet here she was, already on the brink of sleep just from touching his pelt. She had heard of Tally, her dear friend Tally resting on him as a source of comfort, a warm surface to rest upon when dosing lightly. How true those words were, for he was warm to the touch and his fur felt like the smoothest piece of ice.
Sinners don’t sit with the Blessed.
He had been bounding towards her, the first time she laid eyes on him, his pelt seeming to roar like a white speck on a black canvas. Unknown, set apart, too noticeable. His devout pelt terrified her, sending her up and away as Nine had rested next to Bylah. He did not move, and Jettem was confused as to why Bylah did not taunt or shove him off like all the other deer that came near him. Not one to jump to conclusions, she assumed that the white stag had been accepted as she had by Bylah. But she did not accept him, so she waited. And waited. Till she had to wander off in search of her own private perch for the rest of the evening.
Tell me of your Dreams.
But now, after a few days of watching him, following him and running with him, Jettem could possibly say, that she was accepting of him being near to her. Even desired it, on rare fleeting moments. The night was deep into the Forest, Lady Moon hanging above the treetops as Jettem moved closer for the nights rest she had wished for, settling against Nine till it looked as the moon had cried a teardrop, then pricked her cheek on a star.
For below her, in the Father Forest, slept the clear white drop of Nine and the crimson drop of Jettem.
Share your night with me.
Beautiful, just beautiful.
Fffffffff... fff.. I'm
I'm stunned.. XD
Both by the beautiful writing AND the subjects dkfsd sdfkjsd
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Tehe. Thanks guys, I
I love the imagery you used
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The Dragonfly Deer's Biography
Pega's Forest Philosophy: "Look for Friends. Let Love find you."
"If you don't like something, tolerate it."
HOLY. PEPPERONIS. THIS IS SO
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL. I absolutely love how this is set up, the style of your gorgeous writing and everything @.@ Amazing job~!!! <33
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Lovey, B doesn't sleep in
But still, this remains a beautiful piece<3 imagery is nice.. mm.
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Ugh. Anytime I write about
Blah...
Oh, pf, no worries. ~ u
Why don't you just ask L more often? <3
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*intimidated*
Intimidated by L? XD I can't
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