Of this last month of my existence, there was little to report but endless frustration: as a fawn, it seemed, no stag would consider sparring with me without regret, and no fawn I met had the courage to face one so bold. My patience grew thin; my heart grew weary. It seemed my quest was to be endless, and I would never know the taste of a true battle, without fear or regret lingering on the antlers of my oponent like so much soft velvet.
Until at last I awoke, and found myself well-grown. I rejoiced in my newfound staghood, and ran to find some fellows on the top of the Twin Gods' Hill. One, a stag known as Taiko, broke off, and I raced him down to the Crying Idol, where he vanished. I met a pair of fawns there, and tried to convince them to aid me in my search for a set. One, who seemed fond of me, acquiesed. After a while, Taiko returned and began to help me with my set with the gentlest of humors and an alarmingly long-enduring patience. He was joined by a number of other deer, though he had to go just as I triumphed and was fully clad.
My set then, is this: First, the strongest, largest antlers I could find, to use as my weapons when I charge forth into battle; second, a mask that, ornamented by black fringe, covers my face and protects my eyes; third, a coat the red color of my own passion.
After that, I was joined by the lovely lady Lemon, at which point the core group for the rest of my evening was complete: Lemon, Zerg, and two deer whose names I know not, one a doe and the other a stag. We fell then into revelry, and all manner of merriment, from line-dancing and achieving an almost perfect 'mexican wave,' to listening while spinning, to all forms of running and jumping and hopping.
I had made vague attempts to challenge my companions, which were largely mis-interpreted or unseen, though neither in a negative way. Until at last the Golden Stag, whose name I knew not, accepted my challenge whole-heartedly. It was as if time slowed down for that moment, full of earnest passion and the warrior's song that sang in my heart as we sparred, locked in a just battle, the truest of all sports. This, I knew, was what I had been waiting for the whole of my life. Such love I had in my heart for this stag as we fought, such deep and unerring respect as we reared and locked antlers! I knew that, whatever came tommorow, I would have this: I had been tested, without hate or anger or fear or sorrow, upon the field of battle, with witnesses sitting to observe! I nuzzled the stag when we were through: a greater stag-day gift none could have offered, and a truer, fiercer adversery I had never dreamed of.
Not long past this, however, my weariness overtook me, and I had to say farewell to my newly-found friends.
((Thanks for the awesome stagday, guys... It's worth noting that, since Faris's voice is largely inspired by classical literature, that his use of the word 'love' is largely platonic here.))
Congrats on growing up,
Lemon's voice is also influenced by classical literature; I read a lot of romance era novels, so I find myself affected by the style; even if only subtly.
"I had a lot of fun with you, today. Though I've only met you once before, that one day was enough for you to make an impeccable impression on me. I will always consider you a good friend. Happy stag-day, dear Faris! I especially enjoyed watching you spar."
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Art updates - Lemon's Biography
Cool pictures!
LT: I noticed that, too.
"My thanks to you, dear lady. Your prescence cast light upon my day, and it was the awareness that you were watching that spurred me on to fight at my highest caliber. "
Pride: Thanks
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Nelle Rovine
I am truly sorry I missed
Proud Founder of The Lightbringers