The elder stag walked through the forest at an unhurried, solemn pace. His head was held high, but within he could feel his heart melting. Tired eyes gazed upon the bountiful trees and grass. In the distance the cooling babble of the stream could be heard, frogs singing a lullaby in the lush pond waters. For a moment the stag paused, his ears twitching to listen for any sign of life. But there was only silence, just as he had expected.
Grimly, he began upon his slow pace again, letting his mind wander down long forgotten paths of memories. There had been parties once, grand affairs with laughter and joy. There had been quiet times for him, as well. The faces of friends lost or rarely seen struck a chord in him, causing his steady steps to falter. Or maybe it was simply his age starting to catch up to him, perhaps he was going the way of grumpy old Walter. A choked laugh escaped at the thought.
The sound of other's laughter broke the deer's contemplation. His head swiveled to catch the sight of two young deer playing with each other.
[=10]So I was just thinking about stuff xD And I started thinking about how my deer would die, and decided to write it out here c8 This is simply imaginings, not really happening 8U And they aren't in order of death or anything like that; they're more 'preferred death scenes' I guess xD
Taliene : Deer
The morning's early rays of light filtered through the leaves, a large ray cast down onto a patch of golden grass. In this sunbeam there lay a doe; her pelt a faded brown colour, a once-pretty human face revealed by the removal of the mask she'd worn for so long. Her eyes were hazel in colour, but devoid of the clear brightness they'd once had. There were four deer crowded around her; her long-term mate, Gehirn; her adoptive son, Yori; her brother, Rutilus, and two close friends; Seele, and Oz. There was a small smile on Taliene's face as she moved her head closer to Gehirn's chest. The stag, his black pelt now a dark grey, was curled protectively around her, his red eyes gazing down at her with a terrible sadness. Yori had aged quite a bit, but his face was still young. He watched the doe that had been his mother for as long as he could remember with a broken expression, eyes wide and disbelieving. Rutilus, older than his sister, worn and tired, looked as though he was losing a part of his heart. He was. Oz, who had not known Taliene for as long as the others had, had his eyes closed, a mournful and pained grimace on his handsome face. The dark brown stag, Seele, blind and shaking, had tears streaming down his aged face. The entire scene was heartbreaking to watch. Their tears glistened as the sun rose higher in the sky, brightening the horizon.
"No tears," Taliene's voice was barely a whisper. "You're still alive..." Gehirn lowered his head to rest beside hers, his tears hidden from view by her fur.
"Taliene...Oh, love..." He choked out, forcing himself not to break down.
Karma stood in the deserted playground and sniffed the breeze. She let the cool air flow through her nostrils and fill her chest. She had waited for this day ever since her eyes first opened on her beloved forest once again. That was over a month ago, and it had taken her a while to get her bearings--and to remember. Being a fawn again had toyed with her mind, but now she was grown and she had found her old spells. It was time to bring them back.
Fire must be first. Karma raced on the wind, searching the forest for a flicker. Ah, there--by the ruins. She slowed and brushed by a motionless stag with candles on his antlers, catching one of her violets on fire as she went. She walked to a nearby tomb and, rubbing her antlers across it, delicately loosened the flaming flower until it fell to the ground. Quickly, she bent and breathed out a slow, deep breath. The light wavered, but did not go out. Karma stood and pawed at the ground, forming a symbol in the dirt beside the fire. She cast her spell and stood back, listening and waiting. Had she forgotten something? But no! A blinding golden light began to seep out of the grooves she had made in the forest floor. It mixed with the flames and grew until it was almost as large as Karma herself. When the light faded, there was only a smoldering pile of ashes where the burning flower had been, but lying next to it was a newborn fawn, naked but for the candles where her antlers would grow. Stella! Her heart leaped. She wanted to lie down and wrap herself around the sleeping fawn, but she knew her task was incomplete and that there would be time for their reunion shortly. A quick nuzzle and she was off.
She must bring back Echo, and the pond was the place for that. At the water's source, she darted through the tears of the the crying statue, letting its magic wash over her and turn her pelt crimson. Without stopping to shake the droplets from her fur, she leaped into the ravine.
ffff i'll only update this a few more times, I promise. I can take a hint. ....I just love questions... ^__^;;;; And they seriously do help me in character development so much!
Yeah, so if you have any questions for me and/or my deer, just ask and we'll see what happens. I may be a tad slow to respond. I'm doing this because I'm bored, but no worries if you have not questions, I can find something else to do. (only relevant deer will answer. I have too many to do all, lul sorry.)
Fledermaus
1. Of all the landmarks in the Forest, which is your favorite and why?
Liëka: There is a spot, that isn't really a landmark, but has always stood out for me. If you stand near Mushroom Hill by the Ename Ruins, and head towards the First Forest/Pine Forest boundary, there is a spot where many of the Forest elements combine in a way that doesn't really occur anywhere else. There are three sunbeams fairly close together; two hit purple flowers, one hits poppies. The poppies are near a few trees with mushrooms on, and near to them is a group of Pine trees. Butterflies hover at day, fireflies at night. From this spot, if you head one way a few prances you're in the Birch Forest, the other way the First Forest. There is elements of everywhere here.
...didn't realise I had so much to say on that till I'd started!
Troll: I'd've thought mine was obvious, really. The Waterways of the Forest, Pond and River are my sanctuary. They feel safe. They are cool and calming. I can see the world from there.
Iranu: Speaking for both of us, then definitely the Ename Ruins. So much to work with!We love climbing y'see. In fact, we built a treehouse and keep our odds and ends there. So that would be our favourite, I suppose, but it's not really a landmark (or indeed, accessible) to anyone else, hehe! :Uvavu
‘Falling snow makes no sound,
As it carefully touches the ground
Before disappearing into nothingness
Unseen, unheard
And left to rest.’
The girl softly sang to herself, while watching the first flakes of winter fall. Right in front of her feet they vanished, for their short, fragile lives mattered to no one at all. Her gaze went from her shoes to the place she currently was, London Kings Cross station. People walking, pushing her aside in their haste without having time to apologize. The fifteen year old with one green and one blue eye, eyed the other travellers with curiosity and fear. Fear of loneliness and the unknown in front of her. She planned on going to travel, but never realized there were so many places she could go. To her it did not matter, she just wished to leave the rotten city she was born in. London had its charm for sure and looked beautiful on the outside.
Your hooves have carried you through the forest, a whisper in your ears.
The voice tugs at your soul and you float along after it and into the hollowed chamber.
A deep droning reverberates in your chest, lazy crescendos pulsing in rhythm like some behemoth heart.
You find your mind wandering, fantastical notions, ponderings, and soul searching seem so much easier inside the inviting womb of the Oak.
If you think of nothing at all and simply concede to doze you might be lucky enough to hear the voice of Old Oak herself.
Perhaps, if you are a good listener, she’ll share with you a story…
