One With the Trees
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Last published Mon, May 18, 2015
I guess you could say I've had a happy life...by human standards it my be seen as depressing, but to me I'm rather glad my past was...well...mine. Things happened and I was left alone but ultimately i wasn't.
I'm called fionn by the trees and plants of my forest. I've lived here so long many of the trees say I was born into existence by the very seeds they sprung from. I am there caretaker...the last of my kind they tell me. My human parents abandoned me in the forest as a baby and because I showed signs of the deer the forest adopted me. I was takin care of by deer herds passing through because I myself am part deer.
I'm the last deer shifter.
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