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[=9]If you know my writings well, you may notice a slight change in style. I was inspired by "An Occurance at Owl Creek Bridge" and attempted my own interpretation of realistic literature. I hope you enjoy it, this is one my few slightly silly stories. I also played heavily with words in here, especially with alliteration.




The first hungry thunder bellow of the year. A vivid blue ear flicked in retaliation, and the stump of the other remained in woeful slumber. In a larger aspect, there was a gradual awakening of feather, characterized with periodic yawns and groans. She drug her long limble limbs beneath her form. In sharp contrast to the event of gaining conciousness, the sky howled at her to rise. She complied with a skittering, tinkering tangle of limb that quickly found her standing startled in the soil.

On her rise, the sky rejoiced. Snow-laden eyes observed this plainly; little figures of lighting cavorting across the night and tossing happy sparks in celebration. However, the moment they ceased thier romping, the black beast of cloud thundered commands that the celebration continued. It made her lethargic lapse of thought cease its waves for a moment to bring about a suggestion of uselessness. Perhaps the sky didn't need her after all. But one could not be down watching the lighting dance daintly in the late winter sky.

Something stirred beside her, but did not rise. The lump of careless flesh hauled itself over onto its side to peer curiously into her wide-eyed visage. He stared solemnly; an amber concocture of weariness and concern. She broke the silence by purposely letting her color drained eyes search into his soul. Darcy looked uncomfortable under her stare, but she blamed him not. Her eyes, as previously noted, had lost every tinge of color and blazed an angry white. Vision hindered not but mind rendered hollow.

If you were to comment on how I'm really not active enough here to be setting one of these up, I'd totally agree. A handful of deer no one's aware of really doesn't warrant a Q&A, but...

...humor me, won't you?

My fluency, or lack thereof, has been brought to my attention far too many times. What can I say? I over analyze. As with everything else I do, I'd like to change this. Improve it. That's where I'd like you to come in. Ask me a question, any question, and I'll answer it...hopefully without too much thought. As most here don't know me well, I'm obligated to mention that you do not have to be specific. Ask me about my deer in general if you don't know their names. Hell, ask about me in general if you can't read my name.
I just need some fodder for thought, you know?

Have one for Chopin, decided to make one for Vilin'

Don't shorten my name, it's disrespectful.

Be quiet Vilinius.

It was early.


Much earlier than usual and he was wide awake, with a kind of ill dizziness in his step. Light feet padded the cool carpet of the plush rug that stretch the hall and a small, young hand trailed fingers over the grain of the wall.

He turned left, down another corridor. Then, another left and a right, passing countless other doorways that led to opulent rooms. How many were there? He’d lost count.

The boy picked up his stride, a brisk walk, now, and short wisps of red hair danced at his cheeks. As he traveled, his eyes wandered over the lavishness of the home he was trekking, over the walls and their skillfully engraved borders, to the frames that hugged rich, heavy doors. He loved his place. He loved it like he loved its lord, one of the only two he entrusted his heart to.

One of only two he could ever feel truly responsible for.

He was almost there.

Like a child, he entered the room, humbled by its size, its immensity. Of all the rooms in the great home, this one had to be the absolute most impressive. Walls that stretched high as cliffs, all lined with books and numerous other shelves within the room held many, many more. Countless. There had to be a book for every star that dotted the night sky.

Paces away was a desk- a study, just as grand in scale as the room that housed it and the man that governed it. Behind the desk was a tall, comfortable chair. Dark, earthy suede covered its every inch and where it didn’t, there was solid, polished wood that was intricately and masterfully carved to depict scenes from a history long past. Seated in it was a man, equally tall, finely muscled, and boasting the purest white of complexions. His head and shoulders were draped with tresses of silky black hair.

He didn’t avert his eyes from a thick book that was balanced carefully in one palm.

What do you want from me

Just tell me now

Why are you closing in

What do you wnat from me

Its plain to see whatever you want

Youll take by force

But let me tell you this


Im not so easily broken


By someone as greedy as you

Now before this fight begins

Do you mind telling me what you want

But dont forget youll never win


Because I will defend myself

And not let others take control

There might have been a time

When I would not resist

But now Im in control

Now I have a voice

And it will be heard

So please tell me what it is you want

That you will never have.

"I...im so sorry... Fawn, do not fear my presence... I merely hate to see a fawn naked and alone. Did you not wonder why I granted you a spotted pelt? Did you not wonder why I sat near you? ...The stag... the nameless... the titleless. He made me fear for you, fawn, I am sorry... please, nameless, leave the fawn be.

I have no pelts to grant you, no masks to place upon your maskless face, no antlers to store upon thy skull. Please, nameless, leave the fawn be. If you wish, chase me, spear me with your antlers, slash me with your hooves! But please, leave the fawn be. Please."

If you're the fawns player, feel free to post here! xD.

Yeah, Vinny cares alot about fawns. He encountered several of them, sleeping alone. He dispises to see them alone, like that. He often wonders were their mothers have wondered off to.

Name: Whitefawn
Gender: Female
Siblings: Leaffawn
Parents: Fireheart and Bluepelt
Herd name: Rose Flower Herd
Friends: Flowerfawn, Redfawn and Gingerfawn
Likes: Playing with other fawns, swimming and jumping around
Dislikes: Being challanged, deers who show their antlers at her and being tricked/lied to

Whitefawn is the daughter of Fireheart (red stag) and Bluepelt (blue doe) along with her sister Leaffawn (spotty brown fawn). She lives in Rose Flower Herd and like the other fawns in the herd, her name ends with "fawn".
She is friends with Flowerfawn (white fawn), Redfawn (red fawn) and Gingerfawn (peacock coloured fawn). As the fawns grow, their name changes. Whitefawn normally visits the Playground for a little jump around.
Picture of her in real life: http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/animals/deer/deer_5.jpg
Whitefawn is more quiet than Leaffawn. Leaffawn is loud, annoying and impatient. Whitefawn's adviser, Moonfall, is Fireheart's cousin. Fireheart is the deputy in Rose Flower Herd, the leader is Sharphoof.
Whitefawn has roses in her head. She loves trotting around the forest and of course, sleeping.

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