[sub]He had not been an adult for too long yet. His long, gangly fawn legs hadn't changed much, but his body was longer, fuller, and his long tail had become a lovely fan.

His ears were no shorter, and sometimes he felt very much like a rabbit, but his hearing had become better, if anything, and his ability to spy had become that much greater.

His fawn spots had disappeared completely, and his pelt was a bright, cheerful red. He felt it was a bit of fun on the part of the gods to make him so painfully obvious to the rest of the world, but had become used to it.

Today he had been going about his normal business - that is, the business of making other people's business your own. He was not nosy so much as curious... He found he didn't care so much about what the individual he stalked had to say, so much as he wanted knowledge of their personality.

If I could learn more about them, he pondered, perhaps I could find out more about this forest. And maybe... Maybe I could even find...

His steps faltered. He strained for the memory, then his eyes went wide with panic as he realized he could no longer recall-

Wait. There it was. Her voice, her touch. The memory of his mother. He relaxed, and found he had to sit in the protection of a thicket because his knees had begun to shiver.

How could he forget the memory of his own mother? The only person - from that life - who had ever cared about him? His ears went flat against his skull and he moaned softly, pressing his forehead against the bush's trunk.

Crack.

He drew back, thinking he had broken a limb, but as his ears perked up heard it again - a sharp snap of crashing foliage.

Whatever it was was moving quickly, and he was right in its way!

Leaping to his feet, he scurried out of the way just as a massive, brindled stag came barreling through the trees.

Just got mine ripped out on Monday and they still hurt like the dickens. Luckily my doctor gave me some lovely painkillers, but they make me dizzy and if I take the maximum dose for extreme pain I throw up.

Has anyone else had theirs removed recently? Does anyone still have theirs?

I know it's sort of random and not TEF-related but they hurt and they're all I can think about atm xD

[center][sub]...Birds-?

He wasn't sure how, but he knew birds probably didn't figure prominently in heaven. This should be a place with angels, golden streets and saints, filled with the sound of chanted hymns and trumpets...

Shouldn't it?

He opened my eyes.

He was lying in a bed of purple flowers, on the floor of a grassy green wood.

Was THIS heaven?

He looked around, trying to figure out where he was, a confused expression on his face. Then, with some effort, he got to his hooves and peered around the-

Wait.

HOOVES?

He leaped back in fright, mouth opening - but no sound came forth. The lack of vocality, however, was the last of his worries. He currently had four legs, fur, and hooves.

For a little while he just ran in circles, silently screaming, unable to do anything about it. Then, when he exausted himself with chasing his tail, he fell heavily into a large patch of tall grass and hid.

No one can see me like this. He wasn't quite sure what he'd done to deserve being given a tail. However, he gradually brought himself to realize that this was just a dream. Just a nice, peaceful dream. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the deer were running...

Deer?

Wait!

There went one, just like him! A little spotted fawn, with long gangly legs, light-colored belly, and... Was that a human face? How... odd.

He chased the fawn to an old, broken down ruin. A little scared, he told himself he should tell the fawn to get away from the place. It probably wasn't a good place for small creatures to play around.

When he approached the fawn however, he was shocked - it bellowed at him, dug it's forehoof into the ground and made some very aggressive movements toward him.

He bolted.

Hiding again (this time in the hollow of a great tree), he considered this turn of events.

Shadows of a Professional Tip-Toer
Whyss Shywind

Will had never been a particularly strong boy. He was not given to loud or boisterous play, and did not do well with the rough and tumble groups that presided over his elementary school.

Indeed, Will was rather that kind of child whom nobody might like – he sneaked. He went about very quietly and inobtrusively, so that no one might know he was there, and he watched. And listened. Always listening, was Will. He learned many things that were not taught in his school, and he knew secrets that would have turned the whole staff on their heads.

But this is not to say Will was an unpleasant child. Quite the opposite – he was kind, polite, willing to please and playful. He desired to be a joy to others – but was unsure how.

You see, Will had a father and mother, like most children, but his Father was not a man who often shared his joy with others. In fact, Will’s father was the cause of much of the boy’s mannerisms – Will snuck about quietly on tiptoe to avoid his father’s wrath.