August 2, 2016 - 5:23am — Kassandra777
A calico patterned fawn began to sing a song someone from her past had sang to her mother figure, and eventually made his lyrics come true. The promise was that he would make her like royalty if only he had the power, and with her mother being very sociable and persuasive, they became the leaders of the herd. Takoma could only carry the tune so far before her heterochromic eyes shed tears about as fast as the rain did that day.
The wind that blew tossed her mane to the left boldly, whipping her sides, and the wetness of the raindrops that made their way into her make-shift shelter beneath a rock at the playground only worsened her emotions. She didn't cry much, but when she did, it was in memory of her family who was chased and killed by the mad herd. That scene was why she rarely every trusted anyone or stayed too long with anyone she did.
Comen was curled under one of
He noticed a small bundle under the Leaning Rock when he ducked under it to shield himelf from the wind and rain. Comen stood back not wanting to frighten the calico fawn but offered a friendly smile to her. "Why are you crying?" he said settling down opposite from where the fawn was huddled up. The buck could tell the fawn had shed tears recently and she looked troubled. He wanted to help out in any way he could
From the rain came a barn
From the rain came a barn owl-y buck with a rack with soggy candles that only gave so much room when he stood. So calmly and welcomingly he asked why she cried. Blue and red eyes, shocked by how someone came to aid so fast; usually, she dealt with her own problems. "That song reminded me of my mother. She was leader of a herd until they turned and killed her; 'course, the group wasn't exactly made of the good and righteous." Takoma tried fighting away the tears, but her feeble laughs faded back to sniffles.
"Nice to see a lightwalker trying to comfort me instead of a familiar face. What are you called?" The fawn tossed the wet ends of her mane, trying to dry herself. She had heard sickness came from being cold and wet, but Takoma forgot that there was a guest. "Oop-- apologies."
Comen listened to the fawns
"My name is Comen," he asked right time he was showered with droplets of rain. "No need to apologize," he said getting up and shaking his own pelt out. The feathers on his face ruffled slightly as chills ran up his spine. He, too, found the rain cold but his body would warm up in no time at all. "So what do you go by?" he asked wondering if the little fawn had a name.
She smiled back with a closed
"Takomassiet. Many just stuck with Takoma though." The weather seemed relentless, booms of thunder blasting by, ears contouring to her skull. "Haven't seen a storm like this since the night I was born. Never thought the Twin Gods would make a ruckus like that again." Trying to strike up conversation was not her strong suit.
Tried to remember what it was
"So, Takoma are you hungry?" he asked remembering taking his woven basket to the Blue Bowl before the storm hit. They were tucked away under one of his trees. Experience taught him that using moss would keep the delicate fruit out of the weather. He'd have no problem running through the rain to fetch them. His hill, was like not even 10 feet away as it was.
She had not heard the grumble
Eagerly nodded to her answer
"You do eat plants, right?" he asked. Thanks to the owl genes that pumped through Comen he was able to consume small rodents and fish, but preferred vegetation such as mushrooms and berries.
Having watched her new
"Wow, these are amazing! What do you call them?" After each time she let the owl-y buck to take a bundle, she poked around for the unusual-shaped berries, occasionally trying new ones. Never had anything tasted so sugary and appetizing.
Watched her eat the berries
Lightwalker..... he thought wondering what that was. He realized this little fawn wasn't from the forest when she had no idea what a berry was.
"They're called berries, a fruit in the forest. I know of a place that has thousands of them, as many flavors as you could imagine," he explained, eyes beaming with excitement. He'd have to take her to the Blue Bowl one of these days.
"What is a lightwalker?" he asked curious of where she came from and how she ended up here in the Forest. It was, rather hard to get here unless she had access to a portal.
There was a place that there
After mentioning what he was several times, he inquired what exactly a light walker was. Rolling to her side and allowing her stilty legs to stretch, she answered, "A Light Walker is what my old group called you nice people who didn't sacrifice their own kind for their gods and were picked off by Dark Sprinters, my mother's insane group."
" But I've learned about the Twin gods here and they do not require blood to keep us alive. About every four days, I go to pray at the... stone things that resemble them, thanking them for saving me with a portal out. 'Course, I was little and barely spoke, therefore adapting isn't too difficult."
Takomassiet blew her shorter mane hairs away from her heterochromic eyes, showing fire red and sky blue hues. "Everyone had to have at least one red eye to be considered safe. Anyone who had blue couldn't be trusted. Heh....guess what that says about me?"
She closed her orbs and began to daydream, or whatever they called it here when one sat down and just imagined of the impossible happening in a positive way.