I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
but you don't really care for music do you?
The past few years had drastically changed his view of the world and her inhabitants. No matter how good he tried to be, there was always going to be those with discord and mayhem in their souls. No matter how much he tried to look on the bright side, there was always going to be those who lurked through the shadows. Perhaps he should have learned it earlier, but he’d been raised a sheltered prince. He couldn’t much remember the horror of his birth, and images of Garbage were more and more fleeting. Maybe he’d simply blocked those things out, unwilling to allow those nightmares into his rose-colored world. But it was high time he realized what was at there.
He wouldn’t be caught with his head in the sand again.
The stallion was wandering the border in his whitetail form when he heard her call. Immediately he raised his finely sculpted head, atop which sat an impressive set of antlers. They had grown even more impressive since he first learned his new skill, and this year he sported ten points in all, with thick main beams and high brow tines. His moist nostrils quivered as he filtered through the usual smells, searching for the unfamiliar. Finally he caught it, and his ears flickered in uncertainty. Thankfully inside the deers skull his own mind remained, and he wrested down the instinct to flee that which he didn’t understand. Instead he made his way to it, his neck outstretched and his head lowered in the typical fashion of a buck tracking towards an interloper. He was not the first to arrive: Kronk had beaten him to the punch, and Mast was only a bit surprised at his abrupt greeting. They had every right to be suspicious. “He’s right, you know.” he said by way of greeting, his eyes sweeping over the small mare. She was bigger than his current form, of course, but not by much. “Sadly, the Gates isn’t a healing kingdom. You’d be much better off to find the Falls.” He was about to add his name, but his inner deer was pleading for him to take action and to flee. Something wasn’t as it seemed, or at least it seemed that way to the deer. Perhaps, had he been in horse form, he would have noticed nothing out of the ordinary. But to the deer? Something was amiss.
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