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by Shimmyshimmy 8'DD

In Which Sitka faces the aftermath of the evening's festivities and meets yet another rather puzzling new friend. We find our heroine on the hallway floor of the house someone dumped her in, sleeping off the two pints of Guinness and three bowls of pretzels she tore through ten hours previously.

ohh... my eyes hurt. Where am I? Oooh, nice rug. Why is that cockroach shuffling so loudly?

IN A WORLD WHERE COCKROACHES SHUFFLE LOUDLY--

OW! Not so loud, please. Who are you and why are you in this house? Why am I in this house, come to think of it... ow. Thinking is painful.

I'M A MOVIE ANNOUNCER GUY AND I'M GOING TO NARRATE YOUR HANGOVER.

Why are you booming like that? It hurts my ears. And what is on your head?

THIS IS JUST HOW I TALK. I WEAR THESE HEADPHONES SO I CAN HEAR MYSELF.

Well, I don't think you need them. They can probably hear you next door, you're so boomy. Besides, I don't like anyone narrating my life but me. Now to find a way out. ow ow ow what is that NOISE?

THE SOUND OF HER HOOVES CLICKING ON THE HARDWOOD FLOOR DRIVES SHARP LITTLE BOLTS OF PAIN INTO HER ALREADY BEFUDDLED HEAD.

...oh, shut it. I'll just walk on the carpet. tummy flip tummy flip oh tummy tummy tummy tummy flip...

SHE CATCHES A POLISHED FOOT ON THE EDGE OF THE BEARSKIN RUG AND FALLS FACE FIRST INTO A BASKET OF WARM LAUNDRY.

No I do NOT! ow loud *flump*

TOLD YOU.

Aaah warm towels... on my face... and I stand back up.

AS SHE STUMBLES ABOUT WITH A TOWEL ON HER HEAD, HER STOMACH BEGINS TO ROIL FROM THE SUDDEN BURST OF MOTION.

Go away. You're not helping me.

YES I AM.

How?

I'M WARNING YOU ABOUT WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN. I'M A MOVIE ANNOUNCER GUY, IT'S WHAT I DO.

the pattering of deer feet make you smile,
you giggle when you spam someone else unnexpectantly,
the day your deer grows is something you will remember,
The foes you make in the forest will not last,
But friends will last a lifetime,
The forest itself is a peaceful loving place,
To retrieve from the real and step a foot into a fantasy gives you a sigh of relieve,
Dancing,jumping,and running around as free spirits with no rules to be had ,
Makes us feel welcome into this land.

TO getovaholyourself

I rarely get pissed at people i try to remain oppen minded but PISS off i never asked for anyone to comment it actually helps me to vent to get this stuff out. And how dare you you say i wrote that to get comments for my brother. You do not know me and how i deal with things . I am very insulted at what you wrote.

To other readers i am sorry if i write constantly about my brothers death its something that helps me vent

but I have to show it off. Fifteen dresses and I couldn't stop thinking about this one.

[=crimson]...have lost? Up until now, I have never lost a fight with him... Last time came close... but now...

I can scarcely move. How many witnessed this embarassment?

The day started so peaceful... well... if smashing down trees to vent is peaceful.

Peace... such a rare thing.
I had finally healed from the previous encounter with Wesker...

I learned of Priest and Aegle's fight. So fueled with rage, I had become.

I took my rage out on the trees, until Bastilion joined me. I led him to the birch forest, and there we sparred, while watched by a fawn. Sparring did soothe the nerves.

We returned to Aegle and Masque, at the ruins. We joined Masque in watching over Aegle, and repulsed random deer who seemed intent on a fight.

I don't remember much after that... I must have zoned out. When I became aware of those around me again, the company had dwindled, and moved. Hnn... another trick of yours, Aves? You must get some strange kick out of messing with me. Heh... even if you don't express much.

My memory has fogged over, in regard to much of the day. I soon made my way to the lake... but what happened from the ruins to the lake... I can't recall...

Hnn...
How long has it been since my last meal? ... I haven't touched another deer for meat since before talking to the twin statues. Maybe that's the root of this weariness. Hunger... lack of all needed protien.

It can't just be me getting old.
Because I'm already old.

I took a drink from the lake... and soon, who do I notice, but Wesker, resting under the nearest willow tree.

I began taunting him, and he began returning taunts. I stepped under the tree, mocking him.

Confident...
I hadn't lost to the fool yet.
I should have been more serious, perhaps.

Our antlers soon collided. Our hooves raised and struck.

I stepped around his tree, and slipped behind him. Bit into his hind leg and pulled, aiming to throw the boy off his feet.

You sit sit and stare at nothing particular,
the ouside world looks at you like a statue,
little do they know of the caos of memorie,questions,and feelings in your head,
You sit and wonder why???
Why is he gone?? Why him???
The pain haunts your every thought,
For when you think of the future and what couldve been`````
The reality stabs you like a knife over and over again,
Your afraid to move sometimes cause one movement might cost you your control of yourself,
To try to regain composure and push it away is next to impossible,
But it never goes away the thought and the memories stay with you.
Talking to someone about this loss is hard cause how do you make anyone understand this pain?
The answer is you cant explain it.
Someone says go out with friends it will make you feel better hmph
The people around you are happy and your well not its just feels weird cause you used to be like them.
Some say time will help ease the pain but for me it has not happened and probably never will.