[Wind Song]

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Charchar2
Gah! Soo close between you and Queen Chrysalis D:
But I just enjoyed every line of your story and it had such a nice flow, humor and emotion.
You never cease to amaze me Char! Enjoy <3

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''I stumbled down the mossy hills, my long shaky legs twisting in silly ways I never thought they'd be able to.
Up in the air and then underneath me.
I was only a few months old.
And I took time to notice the pretty leaves of the fall as I rolled and stumbled. I finally came to a stop as my grey face stared into another.
I laughed in my animal way, he looked just like me!
And since then that old kind deer has been my...best friend. My father and my mother, my brother and sisters. He was all of them and I was so proud of him. I'd trot past the other welks as he followed slowly by my side, amused.
I never thought there would come a single day when he won't be in my life.
But it did, and I was more worried than ever.
I searched carelessly, panicking and whining, as if I was a few months old again.

My friend. Where have you gone?

Today is the first morning of my 26th winter and as I lazily opened my eyes, I set out to look again...

▪ Username: Charchar2
▪ Whelkon Name: Renn <33
▪ Continued story:

{ Aris is the deer, his point of view is in grey }

I shrugged off my sleep, still tired but not wanting to delay any further. I stretched slightly, rocking back and forth on my hooves. The air was crisp and cold, and I pulled myself up to my full height and breathed it in gratefully. Winter.
Then I shook my head. What was I thinking? As much as I loved winter, all the brown, leafless trees were just going to make it harder to find my friend, my mentor, my surrogate father…
My thoughts trailed off and whirled around as I stood there, thinking of him...
A small brown Welk trots through the forest. His gait is fast and jumpy. It suggests joy; his face does not. He seems lost. He has no home, no family left, no nothing. Still, he continues running, as if he can outrun his plight. In fact, he’s running so fast he doesn’t even notice the massive, magnificent stag until he head butts straight into him. He gasps, backing away, his eyes wide with fear. He is ready to turn on a pin drop and get himself out of there before the creature harms him.
Its tall head slowly swivels around, until its deep brown gaze rests upon the little Welk, who looks back, shivering with fear, cowering on the ground in submission. It opens its mouth, and it…
It laughs. Smiles. “Come on now, why hang around down there? There’s a much better view if you simply stand up.”
The little Welk rises, shivering at first, but becoming more and more confident as it gets into the standing position. Its bright, eager eyes focus on this amazing creature that seems to be friendly.
“What’s your name?” It asks, the question seeming totally out of context. But that is how this Welk is sometimes; very curious, a bit random. The stag is unfazed. He smiles.
“You only get to choose your name once, you know. So you ought to go first.”
The Welk accepts this logic without a doubt, and thinks for a second. “My name is…”
He truly isn’t sure. Is this what the deer means? May he choose his own name, a name separate than the one given to him, the one that holds all those painful memories.
Yes, this is what he will do. “My name is…Renn!” He exclaims, joyous at the mere thought of a fresh new start. The deer laughs a little, kindly, at his innocence and eagerness. “A very nice name,” he replies. “And I will be…hmm. How about Aristotle?”
Renn smiles goofily at him. “A little long, don’t you think?” he replies.
“Hmm, yes,” says the deer. “Very well then, how’s Aris?”
“Perfect,” Renn agrees.
Deer and Welk walk off into the trees, one still peppering the other with questions, but the other as patient as a stone. Perfect.[/i]
I shook myself out of it, reminding myself that every minute I spent lost in my memories was another minute for Aris to be alone, hurt, even. He was usually in the den right next to mine; but he wasn’t today, or yesterday, or the day before. I waited only a few minutes before panic seized me. Where could he be?
Shivering from the cold, I trotted through the trees at a brisk pace. I had to find Aris, I just had to…my life would never be the same otherwise. I was only a short distance from my den when I saw the hoof prints. I just knew they were Aris’s; no other deer moved with his slow, careful gait. I walked close beside the prints, crouched down, hoping desperately to find him.
Then I heard a gunshot.

I shivered, though not because it was cold. I had been through many worse winters than this. My hooves pushed the crispy frosted ground away as I leapt ever forward. I saw bullets whistle into the trees around me. I knew this wouldn’t end well. All I hoped was that Renn, my dear son of sorts, would find a way to move on without me. And yet, I knew that I’d struggle not to let these men kill me, for his sake.
Finally, I burst out of the trees and into a clearing. A bad move, and I knew it, but I didn’t remember it being there. I realized I couldn’t run any farther. I wished, not for the first time, that I could talk to Renn. I wanted to tell him it was okay; I was an old deer. I would be fine. But of course, I couldn’t. I wondered where Renn was, right at that second. Sleeping? Eating? Playing?
I wished him good luck with whatever he wished to do and watched silently as the two men entered the clearing.
One was much larger than the other; taller, wider, and he held the gun which he had been firing at me. The other was much shorter – a child, perhaps – and looked quite excited by this whole business. I sighed. So this was how it would end…there were certainly better ways. But then I scolded myself. It’s not like it was up to me. I readied myself to run, or endure the bullets, or both.
They seemed to be fiddling with their gun. I glared at them slightly. I knew they’d fire as soon as I moved; I had to choose my time to bolt strategically.
“Just a few left,” the man muttered angrily to the child. “You want to try?”
The child nodded eagerly, taking the gun out of the man’s hands. I shuddered at his readiness to kill simply for pleasure. He held it carefully, and I watched him take aim at me. I needed to run, and soon. But I simply stood there, stock still, looking into the dark hole of the gun barrel. There was no way out of this one. I closed my eyes and prayed it would be quick.
A shot rang out.


I turned in the direction of the second shot, my breath catching in my chest as I full on sprinted toward the noise, completely going against my nature. I knew that this had something to do with Aris; there was no way it could be anything else. I ran faster and faster, my lungs burning, and then I saw them through the trees, a mere few feet away.
Humans. Horrible creatures. I knew not to trust them; I always had.
They took away my family and I had hidden, helpless, and watched, upon my mother’s command to stay put no matter what. But there was no way I was going to let them take Aris as well.
A growl rose up in my throat, unbidden, and I surged forward, bowling over both of them. I ran past them, towards Aris. But, in a split second, I realized something was wrong. Aris’s eyes opened wide in fear and I whirled around, shielding his body with mine.
The child had picked up the gun, and held his finger on the trigger. “Aris, ru—“
It was like slow motion. I heard the shot, and watched, powerless and frozen as it hurled towards me. A pain ran through my shoulder like fire – I thought later that it was lucky it was the inaccurate child rather than the experienced man – but at that moment I was too focused on the pain to think about anything else.

I watched in horror as Renn collapsed to the ground, shot. He tried to tell me to run, but I knew what he meant; leave him behind, save myself. And there was no way I would ever leave him behind. Without him, my life was nothing. I stood tall in front of him, my gaze daring the child to shoot again.
Renn glared at me. “Go!” he exclaimed, just saying one word obviously causing him much pain. “Gogogogogogogogo….” he trailed off into tiny whimpers of pain. But he wouldn’t leave me; I wasn’t about to leave him.
The child again raised the gun, a cruel smile splitting his small face. His father watched in approval from nearby. Another shot was fired.
I gasped as it hit me in my back leg. Pain flared through me, but I had been shot before; I knew what to do. “Renn,” I whispered, realizing his only chance to get out of here, “Come on. Let’s go. We need to go.”
“You…you have to come…too,” he replied, stubborn even in his pain. I sighed.
“Yes of course,” I replied, the ease of the lie hurting me to my very core.


I stared up at Aris. “Then let’s…go!” I said, pulling myself to my feet in pain.
“As fast as you can,” he replied. He began to run, and I pulled in along side of him. The men chased after us, and I feared that they would soon catch up.
“We should split up,” Aris gasped. I nodded. He split off to the left, so I ran towards the right. I knew of a den around here. I could come back and find Aris, and then we could both stay there until the men left. It was close to the path, so I could watch them, without them seeing me.
I huddled down in the den and watched them rush by carefully.

I shuddered. I knew this would make Renn unhappy, but it was the only way to get the men out of these woods, and stop them from chasing him. I darted out from the trees straight in front of them, hoping Renn would be too far away to hear the gun shot. The child raised the gun and I stared him down. He held the trigger carefully, ready to press it.
I felt far away, releasing myself and floating off already. I didn’t know the deer down there facing the gun; no, he wasn’t me.
But then I snapped back into reality when something hit me from the side, hard, shoving me away and causing a jarring pain in my leg.
“I knew it!” Renn hissed; hurt glowed in his brown eyes. “How could you?”
I just shook my head. “I had to get them to leave you alone.”
He just shook his head. “You were going to let them kill you?”
I nodded. His eyes softened. “Look, Aris, we have to get through this together. I can’t lose any more family to these creatures.”
I sighed. Somehow, I knew he’d be this stubborn. “Fine, let’s go then.”
But then we heard a strange, small laugh. We whipped our heads around and saw the child, standing there still, his gun trained at both of our heads.


I looked at Aris. “One, two…THREE!” I cried, and he seemed to understand. I ran towards the right, and he pretended to go towards the left. He seemed to be limping, going a bit too slowly. I worried as he disappeared into the trees. But the men darted off after him and he quickly sped up. I heaved a sigh of relief.


I caught up with Renn a little time later, having thrown the men off my trail. He showed me a small burrow, squeezing through it. I followed him.
The tunnel was long and narrow, and it started getting smaller and smaller. The cold earth scraped against my legs and I winced. I began to feel claustrophobic.
Then Renn disappeared. I stared fearfully at the darkness into which he had gone, but I had no choice. I followed, and felt myself falling, falling, falling…

I hit the ground hard, but I was used to it. I hoped Aris would know not to land on his leg. The underground cavern around me was enormous. I quickly walked over to one of the walls, and, from memory, hit the strange stick humans had installed a long, long time ago, when they still used this place. Bright lights flashed in all the corners, and I smiled happily. It was like sunshine.
I had never brought Aris here before, and I hoped he wasn’t too alarmed. I knew the humans would never find us here.


I stared in amazement at the glowing blue spheres that lit up the enormous underground cave. “Wow…” I murmured. Then I looked down at my leg, which was throbbing unpleasantly. I saw, in horror, that blood was rapidly pooling out of it. I fainted.


I looked to Aris, then his leg, then Aris again. Then I remembered; he had been shot. The bullet had probably gone in much deeper than mine. Hurriedly, I rooted through the old supplies left there and wrapped a bandage around his injury. The I sat next to him, worry filling my eyes and my heart. I rehearsed what I should ask him when he woke up, to keep my mind off the question; would he wake up? I decided to ask him what his name was. A good, basic medical question. Makes no sense to me now, how it could help, but at the time it did.
It seemed an eternity later that he opened his dancing brown eyes. A slight smile tinged his face as he saw me hovering over him. “What…what’s your name?” I asked him, stammering in my relief.
He smiled even wider. His voice was no more than a whisper, but as soon as I heard it, I knew he’d be okay.
“You only get to choose your name once.”

[Shaynn]

I'm going to enter but I might not finish. I'm quite busy. Whatever.

▪ Username: Stormbird
▪ Whelkon Name: Flash
▪ Continued story: WIP

I'm too busy to do a story.

[Wind Song]

Bump.
Aww c'mon guys :B

[inner Animal]

▪ Username: One Rainy Day
▪ Whelkon Name: Janet

▪ Continued story: I stumble and wave though the trees searching for him. Where could he have gone? Why would he leave me? I thought, then I caught his scent. She sprinted as fast as I could chasing his scent. Skidding to a stop I lose hope. His scent was gone he went though a stream, sniff around more trying to pick up his scent. I take a few steps back and jump across. I still can't find his scent, looking to the sky I see it getting dark. Once agin I try calling for him. I perk my ears when I hear an answer. My heart beat picks up and I run as fast as I can.

Once I get to the place of the call I see him and a few cows standing around him. I look around and see I younger male standing before me. I lower my head to try to scare him away but he doesn't move a bit. I rear bob my head as my horns go up and down, side to side. Unlike my gentle nature I charge at the male scaring him away. I lower myself to look at my dear friend. A tear fell as I notice that he began to die. Nudging him I let out a small whine and lay my head on his side. I feel his soft weak heart beat, his breath slows.

Now his heart stops, I get up and place his favorite food, berries with leaves on his body. "It was nice knowing you, friend. I-I love you." I whimper and turn to trot away. The male came back but something wired happened the male came next to me and tried to comfort me. He was his son! From then on I've visited is distance herd seeing him stand on a huge rock and watch over his ever growing herd.

Whoa sorry if that's too long. I kinda got lost in my imagination.

[Charchar2]

▪ Username: Charchar2
▪ Whelkon Name: Renn <33
▪ Continued story:

{ Aris is the deer, his point of view is in grey }

I shrugged off my sleep, still tired but not wanting to delay any further. I stretched slightly, rocking back and forth on my hooves. The air was crisp and cold, and I pulled myself up to my full height and breathed it in gratefully. Winter.
Then I shook my head. What was I thinking? As much as I loved winter, all the brown, leafless trees were just going to make it harder to find my friend, my mentor, my surrogate father…
My thoughts trailed off and whirled around as I stood there, thinking of him...
A small brown Welk trots through the forest. His gait is fast and jumpy. It suggests joy; his face does not. He seems lost. He has no home, no family left, no nothing. Still, he continues running, as if he can outrun his plight. In fact, he’s running so fast he doesn’t even notice the massive, magnificent stag until he head butts straight into him. He gasps, backing away, his eyes wide with fear. He is ready to turn on a pin drop and get himself out of there before the creature harms him.
Its tall head slowly swivels around, until its deep brown gaze rests upon the little Welk, who looks back, shivering with fear, cowering on the ground in submission. It opens its mouth, and it…
It laughs. Smiles. “Come on now, why hang around down there? There’s a much better view if you simply stand up.”
The little Welk rises, shivering at first, but becoming more and more confident as it gets into the standing position. Its bright, eager eyes focus on this amazing creature that seems to be friendly.
“What’s your name?” It asks, the question seeming totally out of context. But that is how this Welk is sometimes; very curious, a bit random. The stag is unfazed. He smiles.
“You only get to choose your name once, you know. So you ought to go first.”
The Welk accepts this logic without a doubt, and thinks for a second. “My name is…”
He truly isn’t sure. Is this what the deer means? May he choose his own name, a name separate than the one given to him, the one that holds all those painful memories.
Yes, this is what he will do. “My name is…Renn!” He exclaims, joyous at the mere thought of a fresh new start. The deer laughs a little, kindly, at his innocence and eagerness. “A very nice name,” he replies. “And I will be…hmm. How about Aristotle?”
Renn smiles goofily at him. “A little long, don’t you think?” he replies.
“Hmm, yes,” says the deer. “Very well then, how’s Aris?”
“Perfect,” Renn agrees.
Deer and Welk walk off into the trees, one still peppering the other with questions, but the other as patient as a stone. Perfect.[/i]
I shook myself out of it, reminding myself that every minute I spent lost in my memories was another minute for Aris to be alone, hurt, even. He was usually in the den right next to mine; but he wasn’t today, or yesterday, or the day before. I waited only a few minutes before panic seized me. Where could he be?
Shivering from the cold, I trotted through the trees at a brisk pace. I had to find Aris, I just had to…my life would never be the same otherwise. I was only a short distance from my den when I saw the hoof prints. I just knew they were Aris’s; no other deer moved with his slow, careful gait. I walked close beside the prints, crouched down, hoping desperately to find him.
Then I heard a gunshot.

I shivered, though not because it was cold. I had been through many worse winters than this. My hooves pushed the crispy frosted ground away as I leapt ever forward. I saw bullets whistle into the trees around me. I knew this wouldn’t end well. All I hoped was that Renn, my dear son of sorts, would find a way to move on without me. And yet, I knew that I’d struggle not to let these men kill me, for his sake.
Finally, I burst out of the trees and into a clearing. A bad move, and I knew it, but I didn’t remember it being there. I realized I couldn’t run any farther. I wished, not for the first time, that I could talk to Renn. I wanted to tell him it was okay; I was an old deer. I would be fine. But of course, I couldn’t. I wondered where Renn was, right at that second. Sleeping? Eating? Playing?
I wished him good luck with whatever he wished to do and watched silently as the two men entered the clearing.
One was much larger than the other; taller, wider, and he held the gun which he had been firing at me. The other was much shorter – a child, perhaps – and looked quite excited by this whole business. I sighed. So this was how it would end…there were certainly better ways. But then I scolded myself. It’s not like it was up to me. I readied myself to run, or endure the bullets, or both.
They seemed to be fiddling with their gun. I glared at them slightly. I knew they’d fire as soon as I moved; I had to choose my time to bolt strategically.
“Just a few left,” the man muttered angrily to the child. “You want to try?”
The child nodded eagerly, taking the gun out of the man’s hands. I shuddered at his readiness to kill simply for pleasure. He held it carefully, and I watched him take aim at me. I needed to run, and soon. But I simply stood there, stock still, looking into the dark hole of the gun barrel. There was no way out of this one. I closed my eyes and prayed it would be quick.
A shot rang out.


I turned in the direction of the second shot, my breath catching in my chest as I full on sprinted toward the noise, completely going against my nature. I knew that this had something to do with Aris; there was no way it could be anything else. I ran faster and faster, my lungs burning, and then I saw them through the trees, a mere few feet away.
Humans. Horrible creatures. I knew not to trust them; I always had.
They took away my family and I had hidden, helpless, and watched, upon my mother’s command to stay put no matter what. But there was no way I was going to let them take Aris as well.
A growl rose up in my throat, unbidden, and I surged forward, bowling over both of them. I ran past them, towards Aris. But, in a split second, I realized something was wrong. Aris’s eyes opened wide in fear and I whirled around, shielding his body with mine.
The child had picked up the gun, and held his finger on the trigger. “Aris, ru—“
It was like slow motion. I heard the shot, and watched, powerless and frozen as it hurled towards me. A pain ran through my shoulder like fire – I thought later that it was lucky it was the inaccurate child rather than the experienced man – but at that moment I was too focused on the pain to think about anything else.

I watched in horror as Renn collapsed to the ground, shot. He tried to tell me to run, but I knew what he meant; leave him behind, save myself. And there was no way I would ever leave him behind. Without him, my life was nothing. I stood tall in front of him, my gaze daring the child to shoot again.
Renn glared at me. “Go!” he exclaimed, just saying one word obviously causing him much pain. “Gogogogogogogogo….” he trailed off into tiny whimpers of pain. But he wouldn’t leave me; I wasn’t about to leave him.
The child again raised the gun, a cruel smile splitting his small face. His father watched in approval from nearby. Another shot was fired.
I gasped as it hit me in my back leg. Pain flared through me, but I had been shot before; I knew what to do. “Renn,” I whispered, realizing his only chance to get out of here, “Come on. Let’s go. We need to go.”
“You…you have to come…too,” he replied, stubborn even in his pain. I sighed.
“Yes of course,” I replied, the ease of the lie hurting me to my very core.


I stared up at Aris. “Then let’s…go!” I said, pulling myself to my feet in pain.
“As fast as you can,” he replied. He began to run, and I pulled in along side of him. The men chased after us, and I feared that they would soon catch up.
“We should split up,” Aris gasped. I nodded. He split off to the left, so I ran towards the right. I knew of a den around here. I could come back and find Aris, and then we could both stay there until the men left. It was close to the path, so I could watch them, without them seeing me.
I huddled down in the den and watched them rush by carefully.

I shuddered. I knew this would make Renn unhappy, but it was the only way to get the men out of these woods, and stop them from chasing him. I darted out from the trees straight in front of them, hoping Renn would be too far away to hear the gun shot. The child raised the gun and I stared him down. He held the trigger carefully, ready to press it.
I felt far away, releasing myself and floating off already. I didn’t know the deer down there facing the gun; no, he wasn’t me.
But then I snapped back into reality when something hit me from the side, hard, shoving me away and causing a jarring pain in my leg.
“I knew it!” Renn hissed; hurt glowed in his brown eyes. “How could you?”
I just shook my head. “I had to get them to leave you alone.”
He just shook his head. “You were going to let them kill you?”
I nodded. His eyes softened. “Look, Aris, we have to get through this together. I can’t lose any more family to these creatures.”
I sighed. Somehow, I knew he’d be this stubborn. “Fine, let’s go then.”
But then we heard a strange, small laugh. We whipped our heads around and saw the child, standing there still, his gun trained at both of our heads.


I looked at Aris. “One, two…THREE!” I cried, and he seemed to understand. I ran towards the right, and he pretended to go towards the left. He seemed to be limping, going a bit too slowly. I worried as he disappeared into the trees. But the men darted off after him and he quickly sped up. I heaved a sigh of relief.


I caught up with Renn a little time later, having thrown the men off my trail. He showed me a small burrow, squeezing through it. I followed him.
The tunnel was long and narrow, and it started getting smaller and smaller. The cold earth scraped against my legs and I winced. I began to feel claustrophobic.
Then Renn disappeared. I stared fearfully at the darkness into which he had gone, but I had no choice. I followed, and felt myself falling, falling, falling…

I hit the ground hard, but I was used to it. I hoped Aris would know not to land on his leg. The underground cavern around me was enormous. I quickly walked over to one of the walls, and, from memory, hit the strange stick humans had installed a long, long time ago, when they still used this place. Bright lights flashed in all the corners, and I smiled happily. It was like sunshine.
I had never brought Aris here before, and I hoped he wasn’t too alarmed. I knew the humans would never find us here.


I stared in amazement at the glowing blue spheres that lit up the enormous underground cave. “Wow…” I murmured. Then I looked down at my leg, which was throbbing unpleasantly. I saw, in horror, that blood was rapidly pooling out of it. I fainted.


I looked to Aris, then his leg, then Aris again. Then I remembered; he had been shot. The bullet had probably gone in much deeper than mine. Hurriedly, I rooted through the old supplies left there and wrapped a bandage around his injury. The I sat next to him, worry filling my eyes and my heart. I rehearsed what I should ask him when he woke up, to keep my mind off the question; would he wake up? I decided to ask him what his name was. A good, basic medical question. Makes no sense to me now, how it could help, but at the time it did.
It seemed an eternity later that he opened his dancing brown eyes. A slight smile tinged his face as he saw me hovering over him. “What…what’s your name?” I asked him, stammering in my relief.
He smiled even wider. His voice was no more than a whisper, but as soon as I heard it, I knew he’d be okay.
“You only get to choose your name once.”

[Wind Song]

Ooo I look toward to your story charchar n.n

[Queen Vivane]

▪ Username: Queen Chrysalis

▪ Whelkon Name: Alvantae

▪ Continued story:
I trotted through the forest calling out to stag who had always been so kind to me. The frosty grass crunched under my hooves and I enjoyed the sound as I searched for my old friend. How could he just leave me after all we'd been through? I couldn't understand the possible reasoning behind his actions.

I was cold and a little afraid, all the years we'd been together we had rarely been apart. I trotted hurriedly through the forest wondering if the worst thing had finally happened. Had I truly lost my dear sweet friend? Was he gone forever? I panicked and quickly sped into a full fledged run as I called for him over and over again.

Trees flashed past and I weaved through them at what seemed like lighting speed still calling out for him. By the time night fell I was ready to drop, to collapse on the floor and whimper like I was whelk again. A soft yet very faint pained bleat caught my attention and my ears pricked up as I tried to pick it up again, was it him? Did he need me? I raised my head and looked around trying to place the sounds direction. There it was again! To my left!

I leaped forward and ran toward the noise weaving through the trees once more. I poured all of my strength into my legs and kept running toward the sound, I skidded to a halt in a small clearing and my heart broke at the sight. My old friend lay on the floor his leg caught in some unnatural and wicked looking human made thing. The ground under his leg had been stained red with blood and I sank to the frosty floor beside him. Whimpering softly I arranged myself around him to keep him warm and safe from more harm, I rested my head beside his and he bleated in plain as his leg was jostled.

I would stay by his side no matter what. This I vowed as I tilted my head toward the moonlit sky and howled my pain to the moon. Nature was slowly taking practically my whole family away from me and there was nothing I could do about it. I whimpered bitterly through the night as my friend slowly grew cold. At some point I drifted off as when I woke there were small birds perched on my antlers happily hopping about and chirping away.

I stared into the bucks deep eyes, they were cold and lifeless as they stared off into the trees. Never again would they be filled with warmth and happiness and never again would we run together through the forest. No wonder so many whelkon did not trust humans, if those creatures had made something like this I did not want to go near them. Ever.

I slowly moved away and let the bucks head gently rest on the ground, he would grant life to some other creature and that was perhaps a good thing. With a soft whimper I stood up and stared at his lifeless body, I would miss him so very much but he been my friend for many a year and had always been by my side. I walked away and cast one last look at his body before walking away with my head hung

[ossa di cervo]

▪ Username: Zmija

▪ Whelkon Name: Axelle.

▪ Continued story: When my mind had registered that the sun was rising on the far horizon, my eyes shot open. I sat there, wide-eyed, full of fear for a few moments just waiting. I stood and bolted forward a few steps only to stop and hang my head quickly after. I stared down at my light brown hooves as I recollected the last few days. My friend; my dear, dear friend had been gone for several days now. With that settled in the back of my mind, I lifted my head again to look at the horizon.

Snow slowly began to fall and my hot breath came out in thin, foggy tendrils, curling up to the heavens. Like little spirits of critters racing to get the best of the clouds.. I heard his voice in the distance as I remembered what he used to say every winter and I even felt that little push on my side. My ears perked a little as that small moment of reminiscence warmed my bones. I had to find him; he was everything that was dear and cherished to me. Perhaps he was simply hiding and waiting for me to find him or perhaps his old age was getting to him and he was starting to fall apart. My heart sank at the idea and I pulled my chin down, close to my chest as I set off.

I moved all day through the snow as it thickened on the ground and gathered on my horns. Several times I had to stop and shake my body to rid myself of the bothersome snow, but never long enough to convince myself to stay put. I ran into several critters and even fixed a few fallen nests or broken shelters but always stayed true to my goal; to find Odilon.

The sun finally began to set and with it it's slow fall, my heart's hope fell as well. I watched the sun and felt my own hope diminishing. I set off back to the small area I had recently been calling "home" with my ears hanging and my nostrils flaring with my nerves. I took the long, rather scenic route back and stood at the edge of the wood, looking out into the field and saw an odd figure pacing at the other side. For a quick moment I lost all thought of Odilon and I moved out of the trees and quickly trotted to where this figure stood.

As I grew closer my eyes grew wider and my floated higher. When I came to a stop near the trees my breath came out in huge clouds and my relieved, surprised, ecstatic expression was visible from miles away. Odilon stood before me, pacing back and forth speaking under his breath, "I can't leave, not yet. What of the young ones?" I swallowed and moved forward again, "Odilon, my dear friend, what are you doing out here..?" Odilon looked up with fear in his eyes for a moment before a look of relief overcame him, "Oh, Axelle. You must help me. The coyotes are in the field, nipping at my heels and I have found a young one that needs us."I cocked my head and tried to recall any coyotes out but I came up blank. "Young one? Where?" Odilon turned his body and for the first time I saw the small fawn at his side that was shaking from the cold. She looked terrified and whenever I stepped forward and shuddered closer to Odilon's body.

Odilon snorted and shook his head, "We have no time for introductions, we must get home. Hurry, Axelle. Keep the coyotes at bay." With that I led the way, turning away any imaginary coyotes Odilon managed to see. We made it home, of course but Odilon never really got his whole mind back. He was haunted by predators that weren't there and I slowly watched him deteriorate, trying my hardest to help him and the fawn he brought back home.

[Charchar2]

Finally finished my story <33

Sort if it's a bit hard to read or confusing. >.<

[Wind Song]

That's quite a lengthy story xD
Looks like it's going to be beautiful though. Will read it in a bit n.n