Boardly, the young black-tipped fawn hooved at the muddy shore surrounding the calm pond. That morning marked the 4th dawn he had spent a lone, and still the cold air chilled the fawn's coat. Giving a sigh Xair turned a moment to glace at the older bucks that dotted the shore looking just as board as he, though once the eyes of any connected each buck would look away from the fawn without a second glace. Alone was the world for Xair, since his parents had vanished five dawn's ago. The fact that they were gone was setteling in the dark furred fawn's mind as he looked at his reflection in the water.
The sound of hoooves behind him created enough curiousity that he turned to see a wounded buck approch the waters eadge limping from wounds across his pelt. Frowning Xair moved away giving the injured stag room as it came to drink from the cool waters of the pond, he couldn't help but wonder though and began thinking to hiself 'where did those wounds come from? they don't look like hunter marks.' he tilted his head as if annylising the wounds for clues. When the stag he gazed at looked to him with a furrowed grow Xair turned his head away, taking the look as a judgement from the older buck and disagreed through motions by turning away and focasing to the trees. Yet after a moment the youngling sighed and turned to face the stag again, gentaly bending his limbs into an arching bow trying to show respect like he had always been taught.
In responce he found the buck returning the motion, and frowning thinking of how the gesture was normaly not returned to fawns, and even more so that this particualer stag was hurt. Such an action could not have been well for the gental stag. Once the elder had stood again each looked over the other, and soon Xair was comfrunted with the usual question,
"Where are your parents youngling?" came the stags stern but gental voice. Xair gave the stag a look before anwsering with a soft,
"They're around..." though the mutter was not convincing as his eyes drifted about from the trees to the grass.
"is that so?" Came the stags voice as the fawn laid down into the muddy shore. "What if I were to charge you right now? Would the come to your aid?" the challanging tone created a chill in the fawn as he watched the antlers lower and become even to the ground.
With a glance to the trees the fawn somberly anwsered "No...they wouldn't. But what do you care...I am 'just a fawn'..." he spoke softly remembering how many times he had heard that.
"What is your name youngling?" the question came by suprise, and so the anwser came after a pause "....My name is Xair," the fawn looked up at the stag and thought again of how he couldn't lose hope "and I -will- find my parents!" he exclaimed jumping to his hooves enthusiasticly, emidently pointing none existant antlers at the stag to make a point. The action only created a laugh in the stag,
"I am Terro," he bowed to the youngling slowly, before standing again. Xair looked at him curiously as Terro continued to speak "I am a gardian, I protect heards and younglings." he smiled to Xair warmer before and it made the fawn smile before giving a small yawn. "This way Xair," came Terro's voice as it moved farward, leading the fawn to a safe place to sleep. There the fawn laid inside the hallow tree, feeling the warmth from Terro's coat as they rested close to one a nother.
"Thank you Terro..." He whispered before slowly slipping into a calm sleep, a feeling he had missed since his parents dissapreance.
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(( To late, I will update this story from THIS journal most of the time and make sure to let everyone know when it has been updated by adding a + to the end. I will try to keep parts seperate as best I can. This part will be finished tomarrow, right now I need sleep.

~ Zar ))