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Year 753 of the New Age, winter, nearby Widow's Hollow

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The dusk came slowly while the pale colored stag held his nose close to the snow covered ground. Scents where flying into his nostrils, while the cold wind cold produced a terrifying sound in his pointy ears. Snow covered the trees, which seemed to reach to heaven, and the ground. It was still snowing. The area seemed to fade grey in the rushing snowstorm. The small stag narrowed his milky-white eyes, and breathed white clouds of oxygen, which were inmediately carried away by the strong wind. The breedingseason was nearly over, and he could say it had been a successful period for him. A beautiful and mysterious doe hopefully carried his fawn. Even though the weather was horrible, Zéytin knew these woods like no other. Several times he came here to search for herbs, and to hunt rabbit which he afterwards sacrificed to Uìr. Yet this was a relatively unknown place for him. He had strayed from his usual route. The snow started to be thicker out here, and stinged like tiny needles in his thick coat. Though half of his face was numb. He brought his nose to the ground and tried to distinguish familiar scents, which failed. He cursed to himself. Just when he brought his sharp-edged head upward, a smell flew inside his nose. He pulled his left eyebrow and decided to inspect the strange smell further. Sweet. ... earthy. .... He emphasized a lump under the snow, which was not uncommin in the immense forest, and slowly began to dig away the snow with its split hoof. A small bunch of mushrooms. They were not very large and despite their normal brown color they had a certain glow. He could not place the mushrooms and he dug in his thoughts. The stag had an above-average knowledge of all kinds of plants, herbs and mushrooms, but these ones he never saw before. Slowly, without thinking about the consequences, he brought the group of mushrooms between his teeth and then closed his mouth. The frozen mushrooms immediately melted in his mouth. Slowly he began to chew. A dirty, earthy taste began to plague his taste buds. While the snow storm continued and he was standing against the wind, he began to chew on the pile faster in his mouth. He quickly swallowed the raunchy stuff , just to take away the bad taste. He immediately regretted his actions, what if these mushrooms were poisonous? Right away he expressed that thought away, if it was his toime to die, then it was so. He began to trudge back to where he just came from, while the rough wind played with his manes.

Fortunately after a long time nothing happened. The mushrooms were innocent, like any other kind.

He didn't know for how long he was walking like this way, head low, looking for familiar things, when he felt it. He felt it rushing trough his veins, coming closer. He began to walk slower and he slowly losed his sense of time and space. The trees began to sing. They sang a song, first slowly and soft, a language he had never heard of before. They moved on their own music. It was funny but sad. Nice but ugly. Deep black holes crept closer, the world around him faded in a sea of colors. Black and white. He began to walk slower, sometime surprised at what was happening to him, but he surrendered to the feeling. Shaking, his fur began to shake as if he were in a cold lake ... but it was very hot. The normal stuff in the woods changed into moving creatures, unknown. His milky blue eyes darted from tree to tree. The trees asked him things, but he could not reply because he did not understand their language. A sensation of feelings shot through his body, but he was also numb. It was like he was in space but still with its hooves in the snow. Slowly blue fire came closer, carried vague sillhouettes of animals, and he forgot everything around him. He heard her voice. The voice of Uìr.

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Mehehe, badass Zéytin is on drugs! The mushrooms weren't that innocent... This is Zéytin's way to connect himself with the spirit of Uìr + 1 for collecting useful herbs and plants, though I don't know if these mushrooms are helpful But he surely is gonna remember the spot where he found him xD
So I'm sort of back! I downloaded the newest version of Photoshop ( a 30 day trial) And I'm in love! I thought it was my tablet, but when I use photshop there is nothing wrong with it! So my dad is gonna download it illegal YAY!

Artwork, Zéytin © Eileenzelness
Fawnlings © Ehetere

Description
Year 753 of the New Age, winter, nearby Widow's Hollow

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The dusk came slowly while the pale colored stag held his nose close to the snow covered ground. Scents where flying into his nostrils, while the cold wind cold produced a terrifying sound in his pointy ears. Snow covered the trees, which seemed to reach to heaven, and the ground. It was still snowing. The area seemed to fade grey in the rushing snowstorm. The small stag narrowed his milky-white eyes, and breathed white clouds of oxygen, which were inmediately carried away by the strong wind. The breedingseason was nearly over, and he could say it had been a successful period for him. A beautiful and mysterious doe hopefully carried his fawn. Even though the weather was horrible, Zéytin knew these woods like no other. Several times he came here to search for herbs, and to hunt rabbit which he afterwards sacrificed to Uìr. Yet this was a relatively unknown place for him. He had strayed from his usual route. The snow started to be thicker out here, and stinged like tiny needles in his thick coat. Though half of his face was numb. He brought his nose to the ground and tried to distinguish familiar scents, which failed. He cursed to himself. Just when he brought his sharp-edged head upward, a smell flew inside his nose. He pulled his left eyebrow and decided to inspect the strange smell further. Sweet. ... earthy. .... He emphasized a lump under the snow, which was not uncommin in the immense forest, and slowly began to dig away the snow with its split hoof. A small bunch of mushrooms. They were not very large and despite their normal brown color they had a certain glow. He could not place the mushrooms and he dug in his thoughts. The stag had an above-average knowledge of all kinds of plants, herbs and mushrooms, but these ones he never saw before. Slowly, without thinking about the consequences, he brought the group of mushrooms between his teeth and then closed his mouth. The frozen mushrooms immediately melted in his mouth. Slowly he began to chew. A dirty, earthy taste began to plague his taste buds. While the snow storm continued and he was standing against the wind, he began to chew on the pile faster in his mouth. He quickly swallowed the raunchy stuff , just to take away the bad taste. He immediately regretted his actions, what if these mushrooms were poisonous? Right away he expressed that thought away, if it was his toime to die, then it was so. He began to trudge back to where he just came from, while the rough wind played with his manes.

Fortunately after a long time nothing happened. The mushrooms were innocent, like any other kind.

He didn't know for how long he was walking like this way, head low, looking for familiar things, when he felt it. He felt it rushing trough his veins, coming closer. He began to walk slower and he slowly losed his sense of time and space. The trees began to sing. They sang a song, first slowly and soft, a language he had never heard of before. They moved on their own music. It was funny but sad. Nice but ugly. Deep black holes crept closer, the world around him faded in a sea of colors. Black and white. He began to walk slower, sometime surprised at what was happening to him, but he surrendered to the feeling. Shaking, his fur began to shake as if he were in a cold lake ... but it was very hot. The normal stuff in the woods changed into moving creatures, unknown. His milky blue eyes darted from tree to tree. The trees asked him things, but he could not reply because he did not understand their language. A sensation of feelings shot through his body, but he was also numb. It was like he was in space but still with its hooves in the snow. Slowly blue fire came closer, carried vague sillhouettes of animals, and he forgot everything around him. He heard her voice. The voice of Uìr.

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Mehehe, badass Zéytin is on drugs! The mushrooms weren't that innocent... This is Zéytin's way to connect himself with the spirit of Uìr + 1 for collecting useful herbs and plants, though I don't know if these mushrooms are helpful But he surely is gonna remember the spot where he found him xD
So I'm sort of back! I downloaded the newest version of Photoshop ( a 30 day trial) And I'm in love! I thought it was my tablet, but when I use photshop there is nothing wrong with it! So my dad is gonna download it illegal YAY!

Artwork, Zéytin © Eileenzelness
Fawnlings © Ehetere