04-10-2025, 02:45 PM
Her head felt... empty... without their presence. She shook her head once, and off they went. Popped off and into the grass, to be nibbled on by mice or other such creatures.
It was odd, feeling the lack of them and having a hint of longing follow suit. For she despised them at times, loathed them at worse, tolerated them at best. Her antlers weren't a feature that she desired to keep, yet without them she felt slightly incomplete. Though, of course, she knew they would soon return. Her nubs already itched with the desire to grow again.
It was a preferred treat of hers this time of year to wander up the icy mountains as the snow at their base began to melt and harvest the spring grass growing underneath all the rubble. Her nose wandered, feeling cool breezes grace her large ears, a whisper from the world that spoke of change and renewal.
Blanche had to be careful, even still. There was yet to be a heard that accepted her, no group of females saw her as one of their own and often kicked her out for the proposed "safety" of their young. The pale deer's pink nose curled up in distaste. She so despised such superficial creatures anyway.
Despite her dislike, however, it was in a deer's nature to forage in the safety of a group. A safety she herself did not possess, a lacking that provided no hope for reconciliation.
She was quiet, careful, and slow when she came into the field. Something pulled at her heart. For deers in herds, perhaps the open field would be safer. They could see danger from further on and flee as a group, confusing any pursuers. But on one's own... was it not safer to stick to the tree line, so she may flee into the woods if something should spring upon her?
Blanche tried not to focus on the prickling feeling up her spine as she dug her hoof into the ground. Bending down, she would pick carefully at the new growth before shooting her head back up to check her surroundings. All was quiet for now, at least. Perhaps peace would, indeed, come to her.
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