I was walking one night, in a forest that seemed so lonely but was filled with deer. I seemed to be the only one who doesn't have a true love. Seeing that everyone was settling down for the night I glanced over towards the pond. Standing there staring down at his snowy white reflection, was the most beautiful deer I have ever seen. His majestic antlers seemed to glitter gold in the moonlight. Suddenly he looked up at me. His eyes a pale blue seemed luminous in the moon staring directly at me. I felt myself starting to blush as I hurried off to my usual spot to sleep. I looked back to see if the beautiful stag was still there, but was gone almost as if he vanished in thin air.
I awoke the next day, remembering the sight of the stag. I got up and walked back over to the pond thinking maybe he could still be there. Seeing only two fawns playing ever so loudly and three stags talking casually I walk over to the pond to get a drink. Looking into the pond I see my own reflection, normal head decorated with pink flowers and pale green eyes, a pale white face, and a tan hide. Nothing nearly as beautiful as the stag i had seen last night. I hear snickering from the three stags, and I could tell they were talking about me. I sigh to myself and look up to them. The one on the right, a shabby gray with black antlers and chocolate brown eyes was holding back his laughter real hard. His name is Toby. The stag in the middle, Gary, a red hide with tan antlers and dark brown eyes said, "Watcha day dreaming about Stallanta?". Toby joined in chuckling in between words, "Yeah, we're scared your gonna fall in." and he fell to the ground laughing. "None of your concern." I said showing no humor. The stag on the left, who kept quiet, was younger but better mannered just stood there. His name was Ted. Ted had a muddy brown hide with tanish antlers and had oddly blue eyes that seemed to fit him just fine.

**If someone wants to illustrate this, please let me know 8D;;;

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It’s a crisp metallic sounds, not one in itself ultimately scary, but I suppose it’s the chittering that gets most of them. Most people think they’re silent you see, just because they’re so small they don’t make noise. Not true, not true in the slightest. Not if you get enough of them together anyway. Even then, it’s not the buzz of flies or the drone of wasps, nope, they’ve got an appeal all their own you see.

I remember when I met my first spider. It…well it was so long ago I don’t quite remember when it was, but I do figure I must have been fairly freshly dead. She was big and bloated, dragging her abdomen around like an overstuffed sack behind her. She’d labour this way and that, eight slender legs shaking with the effort. Bending my head down for a closer look I could see on her back were clusters of eggs, spongy little black blobs, like jelly. The poor soon to be mother was obviously looking for a safe place for her nest… well, I thought to myself, I know the perfect place!

Now I’ve got a whole family of them spinning round in my head, brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins. Sometimes it gets a little crowded, so I let them out for a little run-around, let them blow off some steam. I could show you if you want? No-no really it’s no trouble at all, they’d absolutely love to meet you…
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[=10]        It was rare for a December night to be so free of clouds slaving over the lights in the sky that one young adult was taking an extreme fancy towards, but the sky had finally appeared this way: ebony as ink with uncovered miles of stars. A thoughtful sigh misted away into the air before wetting his lips.
        “Where do you think heaven is?” Code’s question, although quiet, seemed to lie on the tip of Gabe’s nose as he squinted towards its English wording. He knew his companion was absolutely distinguishable from the world’s people for numerous reasons--the main being his wielding abilities, but his curious way of thinking was just as vital a role in his personification--yet his uniqueness was something that he would never get used to. It was a state of mind he couldn’t enter and enjoy with him being on the outside looking in as he was.
        Gabriel wasn’t even entirely a homo sapien. At the moment, he was gray-hued with arms as literally tight and durable as stone, making his striking blue eyes look like jewels embedded into his god-like, chiseled face. Had Code never learned the inspiring way that he was a gargoyle he’d have mistaken him for Michelangelo’s David made with a darker material and wings long ago. Truthfully, the Lithuanian was jealous of such a complexion.
        The transformed male sat up after taking his ear bud out that he’d been sharing with Code. Taking in the sudden silence of the band in his ear not playing helped him think--especially with the distant whisper of traffic and the sight of streetlights flickering on.