It was rainy, and it was comming down hard. All of the deer had took cover under the towering branches of the trees. Nice and warm. But not Skinta, she loved the rain. She would always run and pounce in the puddles, and plus there were never any other deer to bother her or to tell her what to do. She didn't like rules, especially the ones that were useless. Like fawns not being able to be out after dark. She also liked to play after dark, thats when the fireflies came out to play in their swirling slumber of lights. It was no fun watching them in the day, they didn't light up then. Skinta was different from the others. She liked to do things, that to her, were much more fun then bouncing around in the fields with the other fawns. As the moon grew brighter and brighter Skinta grew more and more joyful, something was different, it had stopped raining! Now the fireflies have to come out to play! She couldn't wait to see the them with their bright glowing lights, and their wonderful playfulness. Skinta pauses for a long time, scanning over the purple and orange horizon searching for the fireflies, and there they were, swirling and bouncing in the air. Skinta thought to herself that nothing could possibly get better, she was free to do as she pleased, free of all the worries and woes. They twirled around her as they lit up her eyes, she loved to try to jump up and touch them with her nose. Several minutes later, they seemed to vanish into the night not leaving a trace except for the trail of blue light behind them. And then Skinta saw why. As here eyes gazed up into the night, she saw the soul capturing eyes of an owl, with the face of a human. It was sitting on the lowest branch only a couple of feet away from her. The sight of this stunns Skinta. She sprints through the forest tripping over a fallen log. The owl with the human face was right behind her, tracking her every step. Dipping and dodging under branches through the air.

I'm sorry about all the mistakes you'll obligatory find here.


Seikin belongs to EternalQueen.
Beren belongs to 1Antidote.
Nat-Nat belongs to me.

Could I have some wolf lineart? I will always credit you for it! As soon as i save enough $ for a tablket I will repay you all for your favors for me!

Curled comfortably on the throe-rug before the fire place, black nose twitching under a tail of long wisping fur, ears slightly twitching in the emanating heat, Kam slept. The thick white strip of fur running from her nose up to stop between her long lashed eyes. The black fur on the ridge of her back bristled as she snarled in her sleep.
A rocking chair creaked as a large, finely built man shifted. The newspaper sheets in his hands rustled, causing another growl to rumble in Kam's chest.
"Heh! Think she chasin' t'croaws oot o' t'corn pautch. Heheheh." the man chuckled, shacking his head before turning his attention back to his paper. He was a middle aged man, tall, broad shouldered and heavily muscled, do to the hard labour that is required to run a farm. His face, lean and high cheek-boned, was weathered. He had thin lips and a straight nose with a faintly detectable boyish band of freckles across the bridge.
Allowing a ghost of a smile to spread across his lips, blinked his hazel eyes as he read The Daily News, Farm and Stock articles.
The clanking of cups in the kitchen could be heard loudly as the farmer's wife made the afternoon tea. A moment later footsteps were heard as Annie entered the living room. She was a small woman, but nicely covered, her small jovial round face beamed as she took pride in doing even the most menial things, like preparing afternoon tea. Her raven-black hair was pulled back in a loose bun which exposed her beautiful blue-gray eyes.
"Tea! Come on Tom! Up an' oot! That's moi chair. Sit'n yer own!" she admonished playfully. At the sound of her voice, Kam snapped to attention. Tea time was always the best. Annie was a well known woman in the community, one liked by all. Her cooking skills were also known clear over the Yorkshire Dales.
Kam scurried over to Tom; despite being so rough and strong, Tom, deep down, was a softy, and she knew it, however, the only problem was, so did Annie.