n a m e;; Quebec{Kay-Bec}, more usually known as Beca though x3
b a c k s t o r y;;
I don't know why... I don't know how... I've always lived in the deer herd... I never looked like my herd. I never had 4 thin legs like them. I never had the little puff of tail like they did. I never knew why... They still treated me the same though... Even if I was different...
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" Crombie..."
" Yeah? Is something wrong mon amie*?"
" Non*.. Well... Qui*.."
I turn towards him, looking into his big brown eyes of which I grew up with. " What's up?" He asks, gazing into my eyes. " I need leave here... Find my own herd..." I speak quietly, hoping in a way he doesn't hear. " But you are already in a herd, isn't that enough Beca?" I shake my head, tears dropping from my muzzle. "I'm not like you Cromb... I was never meant to be here..." I bite my lip as I hold back my sobs. "You were though Beca. That's why you're here!" He yells in denial. "I'll never be like you and the herd... I've heard them... I've heard their whispers... I'm not like them..." I pause as I sniffle, afraid to meet with Abercrombie's eyes. "I'll be back someday mon ami*. I promise..." I say to him, putting a sincere smile on my face. I see him grin and his shoulders relax
"I hate this you know Beca." I look up at him. "Remember our memories alright. Even that time we fell into that hole and got stuck there for hours." He grins, ramming his antlers gently into my shoulder. "C'est la vie*, eh Beca?" He says to me, looking towards a setting sun.
"Qui... C'est la vie..."
* * *
I think of my moose friend everyday. Someday we'll meet again. Until that day comes, when I see you and the herd again...
C'est la vie
* * *
" Crombie..."
" Yeah? Is something wrong mon amie*?"
" Non*.. Well... Qui*.."
I turn towards him, looking into his big brown eyes of which I grew up with. " What's up?" He asks, gazing into my eyes. " I need leave here... Find my own herd..." I speak quietly, hoping in a way he doesn't hear. " But you are already in a herd, isn't that enough Beca?" I shake my head, tears dropping from my muzzle. "I'm not like you Cromb... I was never meant to be here..." I bite my lip as I hold back my sobs. "You were though Beca. That's why you're here!" He yells in denial. "I'll never be like you and the herd... I've heard them... I've heard their whispers... I'm not like them..." I pause as I sniffle, afraid to meet with Abercrombie's eyes. "I'll be back someday mon ami*. I promise..." I say to him, putting a sincere smile on my face. I see him grin and his shoulders relax
"I hate this you know Beca." I look up at him. "Remember our memories alright. Even that time we fell into that hole and got stuck there for hours." He grins, ramming his antlers gently into my shoulder. "C'est la vie*, eh Beca?" He says to me, looking towards a setting sun.
"Qui... C'est la vie..."
* * *
I think of my moose friend everyday. Someday we'll meet again. Until that day comes, when I see you and the herd again...
C'est la vie
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Non: No
Qui: Yes
Mon ami(e): My friend
C'est la vie: Such is life, It is what it is; Life can be harsh but you must accept it.
Abercrombie is a moose by the way who was adopted in to a deer herd like Beca
And they are both French-Canadian<3
Please PM me to remove this part if it counts as part of the 300 words of the story or an extra.
a r t;; WIP(Will be at the top though)
- WIP~ I'll fix it all up tomorrow.