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I awoke with the thoughts of yesterday still sharp in my thoughts...
Poor Hania... Why had I acted so horribly? He had only been playing with an innocent fawn...
Why did I want so much attention?...
I felt horrible. Wicked. Cruel, black-hearted...
Shaking meandering worries aside, I rose to my feet and listened. Alas... No familiar scents were about. Involuntarily, tears welled in my eyes. I felt them roll silently down my cheeks, cold and shocking, and my mind reeled from a sudden buckle of loneliness. I staggered, side grazing a birch tree as I stumbled...
I saw deer in the distance... They were casting spells. Laughing. Laughing...
A wave of desolation crashed through and sent me scrambling for air and footing. I ran...
All alone...
Images flew through my eyes; blood, bright on the ground. So red. Bright in the fur of raging stags... does...
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Fawns...
Sobs broke free form my throat as I sought for anything other than those images. Paavo. Hania. Warm moments, touches, voices... All the faces I loved...
Fading faces. Shyla, so far away.
I sobbed again. It was too much. I ran for the only place I could think of where I could perhaps rest my mind... The Hill. Yes, the Hill...
There was another deer there. I crumpled to the ground, but staggered on...
I recognized a scent; Seed. A good friend. I ran for him. Perhaps he... he...
He was with another...
Afraid to move closer, I shivered by a tree. What was happening to me?...