The sun was warm as it filtered in through the dying leaves of the Fall-plagued trees, casting beautiful shapes on the ground that could almost be considered as a piece of artwork for those who were around to admire it. Or... Even able to in the first place. Unfortunately, the only one who was around at the time, the buck known as Blinding Light was, in fact, blind. As far as he was concerned, the shifting shapes on the earth were there to taunt him as every other object was in this damned place. Pale yellow eyes wide as they gave off a soft glow reflecting the sun, the buck sighed when he shut them for only a moment, allowing himself to curl up in the warm patches of sunlight with a betrayed sort of look spread across his face. Why had the swamp skipped over him when giving the gift of sight? It was unfair and cruel to leave him in the darkness while the other Kimeti were able to soak in colours and shapes and dimensions that were only myth to him.
Every day the hooved beast would stare at the brilliant star in the sky, begging, praying for the ability to see anything-- Even a speck of light would do... Anything to bring him out of this darkness. Every day, he would lay down, defeated, so sure that he was just destined to be alone in the dark until his violent death some day in the future. Some days, Blind begged for that day to come. Some days, he would beg for it to stay away just a little longer; To give him just a little more time to try and see through the impenetrable darkness.
Today would not be the day for either.
