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You can interact with my deer 21 here. Ask a question, play in character, or just carve your name into a tree to say you were here. You can communicate in any format you like, so if you want to draw pictures, link videos and music, write a letter or even roleplay, go right ahead. I will respond in kind to the best of my ability (as long as you don't mind my terrible writing ability ;) ) And if you just wanted to share something and don't want a response, that's fine too. Let's all just chill out here. 
--- I will have to postpone all this, or maybe only reply on weekends. College is a heck of a lot busier than I remember it being!
Sorry, my mind has just shifted into making art-art-art now that school's back in.
tracking for now.
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Sat by you the other day.
Sat by you the other day. Nice to see you again.
-- Rutilus
Terpsichore loves
Something about the bright red vibrates straight to the back of his retinas. The poppies sing to him, always bold and bright and gay, like a singer who doesn't care if the world hears and bolts out the sounds of joy at the top of their lungs. Poppies are never ashamed or shy.
The dark little fawn kneels amid the flowers, twining a few rich red blooms around his growing antler buds. It's tricky work when there's not much antler there yet for them to catch onto. He wears poppies for courage, and for joy. With the brilliant flowers crowning his head, there in the poppies, Terpsichore dances.
Kaoori Sure. Take off your
Sure. Take off your shoes, stay a while.
A deer's head pokes up through the grass. It's 21, fresh from a nap in the flowers and with her ears all full of twigs. In the brief moment before she is fully awakened she imagines that creature skipping among the poppies to be some joyous dream-bringer, or perhaps a woodland sprite. The doe smiles warmly and shakes a bit of dust out of her fur, amused by the fawn's performance. She then finds herself wondering if he was even aware of her being there, and lifts her chin a little higher to catch his attention just in case. "Hello there, good afternoon!"
*peeks out from tree* Thank
*peeks out from tree* Thank you for being so kind on my first day back to the forest. You were very sweet and fun, and I truly appreciated it! *blushes furiously and retreats behind tree*
The fawn makes an extra-high
The blue doe sat down softly
hello
~ Trigger_Mortis "You're
"You're very welcome. And welcome back."
& Quaesting
The doe lets out a small laugh. "Well. I could sleep through anything... music, you say?" She perks up a little and figuring she's been lazing around long enough, finally gets to her feet. With whorls of grass and dirt clinging to her fur, she has a comically disheveled look to her. In contrast to the fawn's animated prancing, her movements are rather slow and deliberate.. she doesn't seem quite awake yet, but just seeing the exuberance in the youngster's face is enough to shake some grogginess from her. "I'm not sure what sort of music you mean.. you're quite a dancer though! Where did you learn how to do that?" She stretches her legs and turns a little, trying to air out her bed-head hair.
+ Kaoori
Ephra gave a quiet smile and looked off to the side, modest or proud or lost in thought, "Oh, that's such high praise, Kaoori." She looked back to her friend again and leaned to touch shoulders, a gesture she hoped could convey her gratitude somewhat better than the words she yet struggled to find. "I do what I can.. I wouldn't be anything without you all, though. It's my friends -like you! - that fill me with such love. I ought to be thanking you." Her gaze turned contemplative, floating somewhere among the treetops. "You have always been such a good friend to me."
% Paz
hello-o-o =)
Amary: "I've always thought
He's a little clumsy yet, on
\ Paz Ephra, feeling quite
Ephra, feeling quite pleased at the remark, decides to get a little daringly poetic. "I do feel myself as a kind of guardian to the forest. They are my children all.. it's like tending to a lovely garden." She nods resolutely.
/ Quaesting
21 looks back at the fawn then, becoming rather curious of him. His sincerity is bewildering, and she's not quite sure whether or not he's joking about that music anymore. The doe's ears flicker around as if trying to sift through that fog of everyday noises, the things she'd learned to tune out, and perhaps catch a few notes there. The only vibrations she can recall are the dancing hooves which woke her in the first place. "Ahh.." she stalls a little, wishing to find some way to humour the fawn who watches her so earnestly. "You mean the wind, dancing through the leaves and grass? Are you chasing the wind today?" She smiles.
[Track! I can't think of
Oh-I really like the tree branch image up there. :3]
I'll probably end up reusing
And don't worry about having nothing to say, I'm the absolute worst at it. I hope roleplaying and writing things will come easier to me eventually, I feel like I'm kind of missing out.
[Ooh! xD I normally have too
I normally have too much to say. I just happen to be tired. xDD
Have you tried listening to music and writing (probably xD)? I think you're just fine at that. o.o]
I do listen to music, but I
[Oooh. Maybe that is it. I
I know I can't really post anything I draw-I generally dislike how it looks. |D I think more in words, it seems. x3
I hope that will help! <3 I think your writing is quite good. :3]
(Jelly says hello.)
(Jelly says hello.)
Terpsichore is very serious
The Fawn approaches
"W-who are you?"
She manages to stutter, backing away...though not far. She does not bolt; something holds her to her place, drawing her to the doe. Perhaps it is the other's calm aura; perhaps it is simply that she is a doe, reminiscent of the mother she aches for still, the one whom she left behind for this prison. The Fawn steps closer, lifting her head to blink at the doe.
"...Do you know a way out?" She asks, almost nonsensically. For a second, her dull eyes clear. "Out-out of this forest, I mean?" She looks eagerly at the doe, hints of desperation in her tone.
[Since I've been lurking on this page, I figured I should post something related to the blog! x3 Plus, I think she could use Ephra's company. <3]
] Corg I am such a dork }
I am such a dork
} Quaesting
A long time ago perhaps, when she was closer to the earth, 21 may have known such music herself. But whatever extraordinary connection there'd been- if there had been - had faded with time, like a young prodigy who had let their talents go fallow. However.. while the music of poppy fields could not reach her, the fawn's description reminds her of the one place where music touched even the most deadened of deer, and she gives it another shot, "You mean like at the big oak tree?" Her expression is guardedly hopeful, but she can't help but notice how impatient the fawn is becoming waiting for her to give the right answer. Well, maybe she could appease him some other way. "But look at me, being so rude as to interrupt your dance with all my silly questions. You know, I've actually danced a little myself, perhaps you would show me the 'dance of the poppies', eh? What is your name, little danseur?"
-- I will do the illustration next time, since this one would have ended up pretty similar to the one you've made.
) Ocean
"Me? Well, my name's 21-"
The doe is quite taken aback by this stranger's questions and her halting speech betrays her hesitation; it's as though her thoughts still hadn't caught up to process this unusual encounter. "Well.. I suppose if you walked far enough in any direction you'd leave the forest.. where do you mean, though? Are you looking how to get to the pond, perhaps?" In this lull 21 takes a moment to look over the strange doe: glassy-eyed, so weak and frail.. Her heart is moved to great pity to see the suffering evident in that doe's dishevelled appearance, to say nothing of the troubling behaviour she exhibited. "But.. dear, you look terribly ill, I think you should rest a little..." She takes a cautious step forward and reaches her nose out to offer a comforting touch. "Please, come lie down. Ah, let me help you."
(Don't worry about the illo,
At the mention of the great oak he gives another hop, and his face lights up beneath the crown of poppies. "You can hear it there? Oh yes! The music in the tree is so strong it makes my bones sing and I can't hear anything else from inside it!" He does a little circle before he even remembers she asked him another question. "I'm Terpsichore. You'll dance? I like it when others dance too! What's your name?"
Hopefully he'll settle down some as he gets older.
"21..." The Fawn sighs,
"N-no...Not what I...mean. Gotta get out...out." She stumbles into the other doe, leaning upon her with all her little wait.
"Rest...?" She collapses to the ground, blinking up at the older doe. A flash comes across her memory, one of a creature much different from a deer, but with the same aura about her. Mommy...
"...C-can't. I need out!" She yelps, suddenly looking around frantically and shivering. "They're keeping me here. The Twins. I need to get back to mommy..." She sighs, rising again.
"Somebody must know..." She whispers, looking distant, then turning back to the doe.
"21...I wish you knew."
[Such a sweet deer, 21 is. ^^]
I'm putting this here as a
tracktrack, will post later~
Forest FAQ
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I hope you don't mind me
I hope you don't mind me borrowing some of your precious poppies every so often to replenish my antlers, haha. But anyhow - how are you? I know we haven't been very communicative in the past, but I find myself having trouble befriending the youngsters populating the Forest nowadays, haha. Has everything been well for you?
Forest FAQ
I am content with keeping my
It's peaceful, the way you are, and I take more enjoyment out of observing you than any normal deer would...
I smile, and to my own surprise, notice how you're suddenly looking up, and even from the distance, observing just as brilliantly as I am.
I trot over and lay beside you.
"It's late in the afternoon, you know" I say.
You shift and tilt your head to look up at me.
"I was dreaming of somewhere far from here.
Somewhere I used to visit long, long ago..."
Your voice trails off and I watch your eyes close, sitting here wondering to myself how anyone in the world could possibly be as beautiful as you are.
Hey, where did the rest of
Sorry. I put it back up.
I put it back up.
What a cultured doe. What an
What an intelligent mind behind her.
Fascinating, fascinating indeed. <3
Isn't this sad? How quickly I
Quaesting~
I figure after learning her name Terp would be eager to try some dancing out with 21. Of course she's terribly out of shape.
Ocean~
I think 21 would be consoling your poor deer, probably assuming any of that stuff she was talking about was out of incoherence from whatever malady she is suffering.
Fayne~
"My friend Aeros, you feel free to take as many poppies as you like! This little glen belongs to you as much as it does me.
Oh, this new generation of fawns are wonderful company if you give them the chance. Although, truth be told, I have a hard time remembering all their names. Me, I'm as well as ever. Same old 21!" She grins.
Ravynn~
Ooh maybe a new style for my doodles, I'm a sucker for soft things
Serenai~
Thank you for bumping this hehe.
OH GOD THAT'S SO CUTE
Forest FAQ
They're perfect. Your art is
Your art is perfect.
The softness is perfect.
Thank you. <3
It's so lovely.
The Fawn passes on her (only slightly unwilling) thanks for the condolences. She finds Ephra quite a nice presence.
*uploads to own photobucket to save*
Aw Ocean I want to rp but I
[That's me and drawing!
Hm. Yeah, maybe just start with short pieces of writing. Just for fun & when you feel inspired. ^^
I ought to try illustrating a
Eeep! D: Psh. Nah. I think it
Psh. Nah. I think it just takes practice. ^^
Ah, to be unintentionally
Oh, nothing but the truth. I adore this all. C:
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Revtheyr simply sat near the
Finally, his voice freed from his own nervous entanglement, and he offered a single word of greeting to the grazing female.
"... H.... Hello..."
0 Hubalaboo 0 Revtheyr 21
0 Revtheyr
21 was reflexively nodding in salutation even before she'd lifted her head to look out across the bed of flowers. She smiled pleasantly, as always, and turned to face the newcomer - or maybe not, she didn't really know how long he'd been laying there. The fellow was easy to recognize with his distinctive third horn and, even at rest, his movement full of a dancer's grace. She couldn't recall his name but she wouldn't mention that.. "Hello. Nice to see you here! I watched you dance a few days ago you know, that was a very fine performance you put on there! ... I'm sorry for falling asleep near the end, I'd been running around all day you see." She tipped her ears back sheepishly.
+ Everybody
I'm going home for the long weekend so I won't be around till Tuesday. Or I might be around but I won't be able to draw anything. Or I might draw something but I won't be able to scan it in. =p
I luff luff LUFF your
.... as for interaction... erm.....
*little Eule-hoo pokes her nose around in the bushes for a bit seeing what can be seen, then steals the poppy for her antlers and plots to run away with it... however, she gets lost in her own daydream a bit too far and falls asleep on the spot, incriminating herself*
..... which simply means utter randomness at the moment... < ^.^; >
I'm late seeing this, but
Revtheyr blushed in such a
"I don't know if you mind this form or not - but I cannot stay in deer form. It is too painful, and I may kill my fawn if I do so..."
He lowered himself even more, resting on his belly, legs flat, almost invisible in the tall grass.
"Don't think of what I look like as a monster... please? Virgil does that, and it pains me and him more than I can say..."
Hello Ephra and Vir.
Hello Ephra and Vir. Wonderful day isn't it? *Glares at Rev eyes grow large. Veins pop in hocks. Adrenaline oozes through body. Gallops like wildfire towards the pond*
Nothing to see here.... (:
! I see fawn-Scape in his
I vaguely remember that day.