This One's A Bit Odd. It Is Parts Of My Form For Emyrich #25, Who I Wanted To Name Mountain Sound And Hope To Win, And They're A Bit Uneven. It's More Like Journal Entries, From Someone Else's Viewpoint.
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The Ancient Mountain Shaman wrote:"Blindness Of A Being"
❝...The aggravated chimes ricocheted off the stone walls as they fought. A clawed foot flew past him, and her jumped back, his hind leg sliding on the gravely clifftop. His attacker advanced, and Mount felt his feet slipping, and panic rushed through him. He clanged in pain as the attacker dug their claws into his toes, and a red liquid spread across the stony floor as he began to loose feeling in them. The stranger began to jingle in victory, his bell whipping around with glee as Mount slowly dropped off the cliff. Branches whipped his face as he fell through the thick canopy of leaves above the forest...
... He tried to stand, but was too weak, and slumped over, his nose landing in the thick forest moss. His bell chimed frailly, but no one came. His eyelids began to droop, but a searing pain in his right eye shocked the consciousness back into him, and he sat bolt upright, clutching his eye with his paws. He ran to the neared puddle on three paws, but his appearance was clouded by the blood streaming from his eye. His bell rattled in alarm, but he was still alone, and it was so for many nights, as his cheerless jingles rang out into the silent forest ...❞
The Ancient Mountain Shaman wrote:"Coping With Pain And Problem"
❝... He had finally gotten his eye to stop bleeding, and that was all fine and dandy, but he was still alone in an unfamiliar forest. He hadn't met many of his kind on his travels, but now, the rare few ran from the sight of his face, the dried blood crusted around his eye. He'd started to keep a leaf covering his unsightly injury, but the season had turned to bittersweet autumn. The leaves had dried and fallen, and were useless in his case. But then again, maybe he'd see more of his own kind, maybe even find his colony...
...He spun around in the brush, dazed. Having only one eye was complicated, and that was the fourth tree he'd walked into today. A red mark was left on the tree, along with about six farther down his path, reminders of the previous week. He swished his tail in anger, his bell ringing indignantly. He began to walk forward when he caught a flash of blue in the trees. she swung around, trying to fix the intruder in his one-eyed stare, but he lost track of it due to his continuous head injuries. He swore loudly, the clanging sound reverberating through the forest. Tears streamed out of his one good eye, obscuring his vision further, and her promptly walked into another tree, swearing again ...❞
The Ancient Mountain Shaman wrote:"The Meaning Of Leaves"
❝... The stranger stepped gingerly from the shrubs, and he saw from it's wrap position that it was a girl. A pretty girl, at that. "Wh-ho are y-you?" he chimed brokenly, as his bell was badly dented to some extent. "I and Farnearan," she rang, "and you are?" She paused, and he replied, "I-I-I am Moun-ntain S-sound. I-I've been l-lost. Whe-where am I, i mean w-we?" He looked around the clearing, taking in the confused and frightened faces of the creatures around him. A loud clang sounded from behind him, "This is the Ferngullen clearing, and we are the Ferngullen colony." Mount jumped, and slyly swept a dead leaf from the ground over his eye, and turned around to face the voice. Another girl, but this one was much bigger than the one standing beside him, and Mount guessed she must be the leader. "Oh God, I'm sorry... I have the wrong clearing...just let me-" He started to back away, but a sudden gust of wind blew the leaf off his face. The whole clearing gasped, it seemed, but as he looked up at the chief in humiliation, he saw her eyes were smiling warmly ...
... His ear stung, but it was well worth it, and he could feel the chieftain's eyes looking down on him fondly. He stepped away towards the chunk of ice serving as a mirror, and looked at his new addition; a bundle of leaves tied with threads of grass to a metal claw-like object, pushed into his ear, an earring, and an eye patch. "Looks nice" he jingled, and nodding heads accompanied tinkles of agreement around him. He tossed his head, and the leaves fell neatly over his now clean wound. Another shake of his head, and they drifted off again. His bell clanged with joy, "It's perfect! Thank you, Melano." He nodded to the chieftain, who twitched her bell in delight, and patted him on the shoulder, "You're a good kid, you know that?" ...❞
The Ancient Mountain Shaman wrote:"Life"
❝... He silently cheered as he avoided a head-on collision with another tree, for the first time in days. The chief had told him to explore, just figure out where everything is, but he'd been having trouble, what with having only one eye. But he'd been doing well, slowly but surely getting the hang of seeing only one side of things. He swore quietly has he tripped over the roots of the tree he had so keenly avoided, and a single tear leaked from his eye. "I cannot cry," he clanged angrily, "I am a big government official, a deputy to the chieftain, I guess."...❞
