Nothing seems to change here in this place. I question my purpose more and more. Did I ever really understand it before?
Though
I wander and roam nothing happens. There are no signs to guide me. I am
lost here. Lost but not alone, though that is questionable. There are
others here, other deer. They pay little attention to me and my silent
ways. I ponder if that pleases me. It gives me so much freedom to do as
I please. If only I knew what that was.
A sigh runs through me,
drawing a rattle from the face that is not mine. I grow weary of this
world and I have been here but a short time. Something needs to happen.
Something needs to lead me. Or stop me. I do not know which I would
prefer.
I grow tired, blackened hooves dragging the earth
beneath me. I will soon need to gather new strength. Need to fill the
growing void within me. It is a task that should not prove difficult
for me. This world is abundant with delicate little forms overflowing
with warmth and innocence. But I shall bide my time. Must not be too
hasty with my needs. Must not draw unwanted attentions.
I do not
think I will have much trouble in this. Even now I see one of them, so
small and soft, sleeping unwatched in a faeries ring of pale fungal
growth. So many roam within this place. Alone and unprotected. Perhaps
that is the sign I am looking for. A feast for the taking.
I
move, slow and sure to the young one's side to lay just within the ring
of their bodies heat. I gaze upon the peaceful shape. It seems as
though it would be so simple, but a noise to my right proves my
intentions are foiled. There are others here. Others who would witness
what I am. It is not time.
I shall have to hold my needs a while longer. There will be other chances. I am patient.
I
gaze upon the others. Three in all. I both hate and adore them. They
hold me back, hold it back. For a time it seems, I am free.
