It has been awhile...
May 28, 2009 - 3:12am — Bastilion
...since I have written anything, has it not?
I came upon an interesting site to say the least. That "possible foe" I had mentioned previously seemed rather turned for the better. It was as if they were a different stag entirely. I must wonder...
Not only were they acting differently, but their appearance was changed too. Not the black and white pelt of bones were they wearing, but they ended up with a fur of dark blue with gold markings. The antlers, too, were changed, from one intact and one broken spike-tipped fan, to an enormous rack, befitting more than the biggest stag I have seen. The only feature to remain the same was that mask of bone.
The group had dwindled at that time, to just the skull-faced one, a stag with impressive intricate antlers, and myself, the slightest of the group. I must admit, it is a bit overwhelming to be surrounded by such huge forms. I wonder if there will ever be a day that I am no longer out-sized by these massive stags...
But I am beginning to ramble.
There was another, as well. A doe, who seemed quite shy, despite the small group, and not being small of stature like myself. It took some coaxing, but eventually, she approached, and seemed to settle into ease.
And then the grown ones were, for lack of better word, hopping. It seems more act fawn-like than I previously thought. The doe wanted me to join them too. Me! I was not quite sure how to respond to that, and could not explain even if I knew how, but she kept insisting, so I gave it a try.
I am still not sure what to make of this childishness. I admit, I did not have much of a childhood in my previous life. I was barely given a chance to act my age before I was thrust to live in the castle's cold stone walls, where I was taught the proper behavior of an adult. But there I go carrying on about the past again...
But yes, I did give in. I hopped.
Though not much!
...I still wonder why I keep writing these...journals, and why anyone bothers to read them.
Oh well, be it as it may.
I remain, silent but heard,
Bastilion
W-Well hello there young
*writes on ground* Hello to
-smiles- I-I do hope I
Oh I love your character. So much! Why does he write in the ground, can he not talk? :3
*bows* OOC: Yea, Bastilion's
OOC: Yea, Bastilion's mute. He was in his last life, too. I tend to imagine him thinking in an adult voice, too, since he was technically considered an adult when he died. |D;