Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161201040439/@comment-27873155-20161202215241

Denver looked up, seeing his mother. A lovely doe she was. No one knew it even was his mother. She was a very quiet, clever, encouraging, and sweet doe. She nuzzled him and helped him up."Don't worry. That leg will work better than everyone else's once you get it right. See?" She waved her twisted back leg, and then bucked, sprinting around him, and crashing into him so they were a mess of legs antlers and fur. He got up shaking the snow off and giggling and laughing. His mother laughed aswell, and got up,"You keep being yourself."Denver got up. The worst part was coming."I will! Don't go mom!" He started to run after her, but his leg was in severe pain. He ran harder, ignoring it, but the cast wouldn't budge. It had LOCKED! She kept trotting forward. "NO!" He tried to kick the cast off, and when he did, his hoof touched the ground and bent the way he had been born. He cried out in pain and got up, leaping up and flying After her, but he was too late. She then trotted off into the light.

Denver woke up.

He had been sleeping in the snow under the tree, fur blending in perfectly. He sighed, tears streaming down from the dream.