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The Lost Young Stag

Continued from here ~When finally being close enough to the child the things that set him off from being normal were made more apparent, his gray fur being the first along with his animal like appearance taking second. The Young beast looked to be more tribal in his when up close, having charms and what looks to be pelts of animals around him for camouflage.~ ~The song would quiet down and slowly fade away as the child pulled his lips away from his wooden flute to look on at the person who has beckoned him.~ ~When seeing who it was, he would instantly jump back at the sight. Doing so would lead him to slip and fall behind the smooth rock, with a small thud.~ ~The boy would then peak from behind the smooth rock to look over at the human~ 🌱“i-i’m sorry i just really didn’t think that anyone would wash up on this shore and still be alive.”

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“Oh.”

That was the best that Balder could be able to say after he had flinched seeing the small child fall over. He was actually ready to help them out but decided against going someone who looked afraid. The blonde wanderer, dreamer or weaver, took a step back and tried to take in everything after he opened his eyes.

“I guess I am lucky…” he said, still looking down at himself and wondered if he was someone else, wondered if he was another form as dreams would shape him. But no, after seeing the tattoo of the moth on his wrist, he is still himself. Why?

“But, um, where is here?”

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~The boy would slowly move from behind the rock making himself a little more present to them, seeing that they don’t seem to be carrying any weapons or that they look to not be able to cause him any harm.~ 🌱“Right now you are in the Forest of ALL, place that has remained untouched by humans for centuries. You must of had the misfortune to be pulled into this Plane of existence, This place does tend to people and places here really often.” 🌱“Lucky it just pulled you here and not your whole home..”

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The Lost Young Stag

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Continued from here ~When finally being close enough to the child the things that set him off from being normal were made more apparent, his gray fur being the first along with his animal like appearance taking second. The Young beast looked to be more tribal in his when up close, having charms and what looks to be pelts of animals around him for camouflage.~ ~The song would quiet down and slowly fade away as the child pulled his lips away from his wooden flute to look on at the person who has beckoned him.~ ~When seeing who it was, he would instantly jump back at the sight. Doing so would lead him to slip and fall behind the smooth rock, with a small thud.~ ~The boy would then peak from behind the smooth rock to look over at the human~ 🌱“i-i’m sorry i just really didn’t think that anyone would wash up on this shore and still be alive.”

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The Lost Young Stag

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He sat there, waiting. Waiting for his cue. Poor thing. He has to sleep, and the dreamer just happened to be the one that was the nearest to him who ended up being caught in his web of frightening stories that the dreamer’s mind would concoct on their own. Balder was just the catalyst of it. The dreamer only wanted a normal day with friend but couldn’t ignore the empty faces, the Weaver’s also empty. The dreamer only wanted to understand, but instead felt alone with the company around them. They wanted his, whoever he is meant to be to them, and they would reach out. The dreamer found themselves on the floor. His company still wanted despite the pocket knife in his hand now wet. They wouldn’t feel pain, they have never known something like this in their life. But they knew what it was. He would raise his arm.

Then wake.

… He thinks he is awake. Now he is unsure. Balder saw nothing but green and realized he was seeing leaves. The rustle and twitter, those were birds hiding in them. He stared out once more, confused and wondered what the Dreamer was up to now.

“New.” he said, then blinked in hearing his own voice instead of an impersonation or a gargle or nonsense. The young man sat up, looking around him then below him, his bed being replaced with soft soil that smelled damp and pillow with a smooth, hard rock. Balder looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing his sleep clothes, white tank now dirty with the dirt and gray sweats and feet cold in the open air.

Quickly he got up, staring out around him and he felt so small compared the tall, old trees that felt as if they were looking down at him. Where is he? Where is this? Balder looked around further and backed away against a tree as he stared out at the forest, realizing that this may be real with every edge of a twig digging into his foot and every crinkle leaf would make.

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~The land looked to be a jungle that stretch beyond what you could possibly see with only mountains that’s tips seemed to be at the same height as the clouds, when looking to the shore that you seemed to wash up at you noticed a ship that was beached on lakes side, broken and damaged from time.~ ~Tough in the middle of this jungle it seemed that there were no out of place sounds, it was rather calming. Tough what added to this feeling of comfort was the sound of a flute being played. The song seem to play to the same tone of the wind, nice and hushed at times but would gain volume of sound at others.~

~when pinpointing where the songs origins came from it would seem to located a little ways down the shore opposite of the wreckage. Seems to be something sitting down on the rock playing the tune. It was a tad hard to make out but it looked to be a child.~

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🌱“He has always been nice to me and my mother, even helped me make a bow that i use to hunt.”

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