One minute I was a man holding a month-old baby in my arms and the next I was a stag curled around a tiny fawn in a magical forest that screwed up time too badly for me to even try and explain it.
How did this happen? She was gone and then she was back, now she's gone again. I'm standing in the front doorway of my apartment and there's a crying child in my arms and I don't know what to do. She's gone, and she's never coming back, and she's left me with this child. What do I do? I look down at the baby and my mind goes blank. It's not happy. It wants its mother, but she's gone. She's not coming back, kid. I still hope that she will, but at the same time I know it's pointless. She's gone. She's gone. She's gone.
hey if im able to get on today someon wanna help with my deer <3? id much apriciate it and thanks for playing with me the other day...i sadly dun remember anyone
The plot thus far is that Taliene basically just up and disappeared in late December, 2011. I did start trying to write something about it, and failed miserably, because I hadn't thought it out very well and the whole thing seemed very cliche.
It's been almost, if not already, six months since she disappeared, and I've been trying to think of a way to resolve this plot. I've also been trying to figure out what actually happened.
There’s dark magic here... I can feel it. Consuming, feeding on everything in sight. Growing stronger. Taking over. Nowadays when I see a dark deer, I no longer try to help. There was a time I did try, and occasionally I was successful. But not anymore. Now I just walk on by with my head held high. Because when I help, all that becomes of it is pain. Pain and loneliness. That’s why, after I lost them, I cut myself off. I avoided deer. I slept during the day and lived my life at night, not wanting to get close to anyone for fear of being hurt. So I hide. All alone, in the dark. I suppose you could say I enjoy my life. The solitude and privacy. But every now and then I wake up because the memories have come back. The ones I tried so hard to push out of my head. So I lie awake and with all my might try to not think about what happened all those years ago...
she was like one of the warriors they told me about
a demon, a goddess, an exiled monster
everyone that knew her warned me away
but I never listened
they said she worked for beasts
silent scumbags that went unseen
they were chaotic, and their ruler
had gone mad with power
she said she was forced into it a long time ago
and I couldn't leave her after that
she was always fierce and she was always so cold
but I loved her anyway
one day or another she turned to me
after weeks of being on edge for no reason
she said 'I don't know how to feel' and turned,
vanishing into the night
I waited for hours and I set out to follow
she certainly didn't want to be found
so I returned home and waited for morning
in the hopes that I'd see her again
when I saw her again she was heavily scarred
her clothes were all torn and her lips had been marred
she tried for a smile and said once again
'I don't know how to feel'
she told me her name wasn't really her name
snd hideous things that she'd done in the past
who she had murdered and who she had maimed
she told me I wouldn't be the last
her hand, it was quick, and her dagger was sharp
a rarity, gold and ornate
my blood spat forth and stop did my heart
too late to confess, much too late
I still hear her voice now, soft in my head
saying she loved me as my life slipped away
she thought I would hate her; I didn't, I couldn't
I'll wait for her in Hell, and love her the same
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I guess this was written from the point of view of someone Sax used to know.
and thanks for playing with me the other day...i sadly dun remember anyone 
