{ wasp } VERY rough and VERY under construction.
October 4, 2010 - 10:16pm — heather!
wasp .
Some of us have the type of mind that takes in all our surroundings, memorizing every detail, and can recite it days later. Some of us do not have that ability. Wasp falls into the second category. Beneath his hot head, he is smart, but his memory serves next to no purpose. A day after meeting a deer, say, he could have forgotten the face and/or pictogram. He was always like this: unable to remember the small things, even the important things one should remember. For example, one's past. Wasp's history is a blur, a smear of faded images crowded into the back of his mind. It's the most irrevelant things that he can pick out from the mess.
Within the muddle he can fish out such things like his father's name, the fact that he was the only offspring from his mother; family related-things. Or perhaps the fact that his mother always wished her antlers would grow longer so that the birds would rest on them as they did the stags. Chronologically, things are completely askew, but he never lets that slow him down. If asked about his past, the listener may be slightly confused by his telling of it. His stories come out in somewhat of a mess, but if one is used to it, you can eventually notice that he really is trying his hardest to tell it correctly.
However, put in order after Wasp explained it, his father was a kind stag, who cared deeply for others. His father, Dere, managed to charm the beautiful, sought-after doe, Raeth, whom eventually became Wasp's father. Wasp was the only fawn between them, but only because of tradgedy. Raeth was strong, but not strong enough to fight the lyphoma that appeared in her roughly a month after birth. Wasp was young, and his mother was his rock at that time, making her death hard on him, but he was understood that it was natural. Disease came and went, it was a fact.
After Raethe had gone, Dere knew that as a father, he was to raise his child. Wasp, as the year progressed, grew very close to his father, but that was it: he only had a year. Once he had grown from a fawn into a young buck, he would be alone. The thought scared him, made him wake in the night, a light, cold sweat collecting beneath his hair. However, he his it well, and his father eventually began to wean Wasp from him. Wasp did not understand, at first, why he would wake up to find Dere gone and not sleeping - as he usually was - beside his son. The fawn was taken aback, but soon realized that he was older now, and his antlers had started growing in, reaching higher than the full-grown does now. He respected his father, and his decision to slowly prepare Wasp, in fact, it only brought him to feel more gratiously towards his father.
By no means was he distant, he was merely less attached to Wasp, giving him more freedom and independence. But the freedom he felt then was nothing compared to what he felt two months later. Dere explained to him, softly, that it was time for him to go and be his own deer within the Forest. It was gut-wrenching for Wasp, but he understood. He knew it was not his father's fault, it was, like his the death of Raethe, natural.
I'll be working more and more on this as time goes on, it'll be my project for now.
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I know it's really bare right now, but it'll get better! EVENTUALLY.
heh, yeaaaah. :] <3
