They are back.. DAY 1: Late at Night"It's been a while since I've last been here. For the past few months, I've wandered around the areas outside this forest I've called my home all my life. I guess my desire to understand the outside world led me away in the end. I must admit that it made me lose track of time, too – spring is here, or at least should be. But our forest is chilly and still covered with frost. I frown at this as the frozen ground feels hard and unwelcoming under my hooves. Something is not quite right.
I wander, taking in the familiar sights and sounds around. A certain unease has crept over me, and I cannot place why I feel this way. As foreboding as it is, I cannot shake the feeling that it's also somehow familiar. It keeps pulling at me, as if telling me that I should be somewhere. Perhaps it is what pulled me back in the first place? I walk past the ruins and over towards the lake. A familiar figure rushes over to me when I arrive at Dandelion Hill. Verve. She looks as exotic as ever, perhaps a little out of place among all the frost. I smile and greet her, quickly exchanging nuzzles and well wishes. She looks happy, if a bit tense. There are others here as well. Many others. I frown once more – do others feel what I do? It would seem so..and the fact that they gather here fills me with dread. Memories from a year ago flood my mind as I slowly approach the hill. The flower we fought so hard to protect back then is still there, but damaged. The winter has not been kind to it. I lower my head down, carefully inspecting it. Sir Dag. Are you still there? Long has been the wait to see you again. Are you well? There's so much to tell you..I sigh, my breath steaming in the chilly air. Despite my thick winter coat, the cold seems to make it's way through. My old scars seem to ache as well – further reminding me of the time long since past. I close my eyes as I listen at the top of the hill. I smell familiar deer around – but there's something else as well. Something vile. Am I imagining it? I pray that I am – there is no way they are back. Not after such a long time. What would they be after, anyway? I growl under my breath, but shake the memory away. I see Gehirn and Ephiré arriving now. They look tense – worried. I am not imagining this. We welcome each other's presence, I think. If this is what we think it is, we will need each other soon enough. And we do. Suddenly, Ephiré rushes off into the woods. I grow alert, looking around for anything out of the ordinary. The older stag's instincts have always been sharper than mine, and they are rarely wrong. A beast! My fur stands at an end when I finally see it. The vile, dark beast with long claws and sharp teeth. I pound my hoof to the hard ground and bellow into the evening air, warning it to not come close. Is it the flower they're after again? It would not survive this onslaught if they are. I feel the urge to join the others, but there is a fawn next to me I do not dare leave alone. This is no place for a child, and certainly not for one who's alone. To my relief the little one soon comes to the same conclusion and flees the scene, and I am able to join my friends in their ranks. By now the number of the beasts has multiplied. This is just like last year – except that these beasts are now after us. The sound of hooves pounding against the ground is deafening – and where those beasts stop for breath, the loud clashing of antlers and bellows of anger soon fill the air. They target us – do they remember us? Did they hide in the shadows last year when their comrades were killed upon this hill and are now back for revenge? If so, let them come. We took you down then, and we will do so again! I cannot help it. I feel enraged. My antlers strike against the dark hide of those beasts over and over again, whenever they come within my range. They are going after my friends – I will not allow it. Deep down I know that I should not strike out in such anger, that I should not be so ruthless in my attacks. But these beasts show us no mercy. For the second time they threaten the safety of our home – come at us in waves of murderous intent. I am not spared from their attacks. I feel their claws in my hide and their teeth at my feet. I am bleeding, but not too badly. I rush to Illrose's aid now, more than willing to aid her when the beasts go to her. She came to my rescue last year – I will do the same for her. Things eventually quiet down. We listen and stand there, guarding the hill and each other. Everyone is still, their breathing hard and laboured. When it becomes clear that the beasts have retreated for now, we dare to relax. I look around, the adrenaline in my veins slowly wearing off and making way to exhaustion. I see the same look in the eyes of others as they go to their friends, to make sure that no one has fallen in the chaos of battle. My anger makes way to weariness as I slump down to rest. My body aches – I must rest. They will be back again."---------------------------------------DAY 2: Dusk"I am awakened by a loud sound. I startle, not really having realised that I have fallen asleep. My body aches even more than before, but I am not too worried about it. What bleeding there had been has stopped, and I am not in any danger from it. I lift my head, groaning slightly under my breath at how stiff I feel. I listen, but can not hear anything more. What was that? I raise myself on my feet, only now realising that a thick fog has descended upon the forest. It doesn't bode well for us. Last night the monsters could be seen – now they will be able to use the fog to hide from us.I look around, and my eyes stop on a figure I do not expect to see. Sir Dag? Ears perked forward, I call out to him. There is no reply. Others are around him – I recognize Herla, Gehirn's mate. She's a healer, I believe. I smell blood from here and it only grows stronger as I approach. The ground beneath our friend is smeared red – is the blood his? Hesitantly, I make my way even closer to inspect him. The sight saddens me – what has happened to him? He's always been so full of power – and now he doesn't even move.  Gehirn is up on the top of the hill, pacing back and forth. I give him a small greeting, trying to distract him momentarily. Moving around that much would just tire him out before his strength would be needed. I already hear hisses and snarls from the fog – every one of them has me turning around, expecting to see them right behind me. Their teeth and claws are something to look out for. One proper bite from those could be enough to take you out of the fight for good. Only a fool would not be scared of them.  The monsters appear. Instead of going for us today, they have a clear target. Sir Dag is in danger. At first it's just one creature, snarling at us and leading our friends in circles. It's a trick, I can see. They want us to chase them, to spend our strength with pointless running. They can outrun us – their predatory, sharp clawed feet carrying them faster on the frozen ground than our hooves. Others wait in the fog and arrive in a charge to try and get through the protective wall that has been spontaneously formed around our injured friend. Anything that tries to get close is met with sharp hooves and strong blows from our antlers.  “They taunt us. I charge them from my place in the protective circle, but they jump back just out of my reach. I bellow in frustration – and they hiss back a challenge.”  Forgetting my place in the circle, I rush forward in anger to teach these creatures a lesson. Others give chase as well, equally enraged by the constant taunts. These creatures treat this as a game – they do not understand the value of the life we're trying to protect. They will not get him. Not if it is up to us.  This is chaos. I had tried to forget what this was like. There are bellows or both anger and pain – snarls and sickening cracks of bone as they break. Visions that had plagued me in my nightmares return again. It's hard to see in the herd – everyone seems to be both fueled by determination and fear. If one starts to chase, everyone follows – but only a few are ready to take on the creatures one by one. This is our strength. We attack in groups. And the creatures have learnt that as well – and are mimicking it. There are three, maybe four of them now – and the moment one is slain another takes its place. We stand firm around Iaurdagnire's unmoving body, side by side. I feel my muscles shaking – the running I have done has taken it's toll on me. We push back another creature, waiting for the chasers to finish it off.  Things start to calm down. The remaining creatures hiss at us before disappearing into the fog. No one is willing to relax or let down their guard. We can smell them, hear them. They are there, just waiting for their chance. For now, Sir Dag is safe. Or as safe as the injured stag can be. A couple of us sit down next to him – I pull back a small distance away to rest. Sighing heavily, I lay down my head onto the cold ground. It feels like there are bruises everywhere on my body – and I know that a creature that leapt at me has gashed a rather nasty wound on my flank. How long can we keep this up? These creatures do not seem to tire..."---------------------------------------DAY 2: Midnight  "It takes a while for the hisses to draw me awake from my slumber. I feel terrible. My body demands for more rest, yet I know that if I stay here sleeping, those beasts will get me. There are many of us here, scattered on the hill and it's surroundings – but I will not lie here and leave them to fight alone. I slowly pull myself up from the ground, trying to stretch. The pain causes me to grimace. My wounds are not life threatening, but they definitely do their best to sour my mood and weaken me. And weakness is something I know those hell beasts will notice and take advantage of. I need to try and shake this off. I take a few minutes to just stand there and gather myself before wandering down the hill. Sir Dag is still here. I don't know what I expected. I guess that I sort of hoped that there had been some sign of improvement in his condition. Though with the wounds I can now see I guess that being alive to begin with is improvement enough. I lower myself down next to the large stag, to warm him in the cold night air if nothing else. As the menacing snarls and hisses from the fog echo around us, I take a moment to reflect. Those beasts won't attack us quite yet – they're just trying to intimidate us.I look down at the stag next to me, aware that others have started to gather around us now as well. I've never really been close friends with Sir Dag. Not really. I only know him through my father – and remember how fondly he used to speak of this powerful stag. I've had the honor of meeting Iaurdagnire a few times in the past – and do not wonder why he sparks such respect in others. There is something about this stag – something no one else I've met can quite compare to. I nuzzle the giant tenderly, telling him that he would be safe. We would all protect him to the bitter end if need be.A warning rings through the cold night air. And immediately, everyone is back on their feet. The tension in the air is obvious to everyone – wild eyes peer into the fog, looking for danger. The protective circle is reformed around our fallen friend. We prepare, our antlers at the ready. We stand side by side, so close that our antlers rattle occasionally against one another like some obscure war drum – a warning to stay away lest you want to feel them in your hide. The thundering of hooves against the ground is an all too familiar sound now. It tells us of impending danger – and lets us know where it's coming from. Or that is how it usually has been. Not this time. Suddenly, a snarl is heard on the other side of the circle and a surprised bellow alerts to a new danger. There are more of them! The group panics for a moment as this new threat is revealed – they are attacking in groups. And relentlessly, I might add. I see Toukan push back one creature, the reindeer's defence inpenetrable. One attacks from our left, but is pushed away. The urge to break the line at their taunts and feint attacks is immense – but if one breaks the formation, a gap is formed. I will not make that mistake again. Or so I hoped. The beast the others have been chasing comes speeding towards us, bringing with it the rest of the herd that have been chasing it. It is at this point that they are also alerted to the predicament we are in. And it all descends to the all too familiar chaos. Our groups merge, the chasers ramming into the beasts like an unstoppable wave. The dark creatures weave around our feet through the chaos. It's impossible to lower my head to strike without hitting someone on our side. Our smaller comrades are in the darnger of being trampled underneath our feet – and the only thing I can do is pray that they do not. I charge when I see my chance. A beast is running from me. I know it's faster than my weakened body – but it's not my intention to catch it, not really. Just chase it away to keep it distracted so that my friends have one less creature to fight with. It turns around, and suddenly I am faced with a battle. I have hardly managed to stop running before the creature is already jumping at me. It's quick, agile and very deadly. My own weaknesses become even more apparent to me as the creature takes it's first swipe at me. It's claws only barely miss my eye, gashing at my muzzle instead. I bellow out in rage and strike back, managing to knock the hell spawn of it's feet momentarily. Others arrive to my aid now – their timing could not have been more perfect.Running is painful now, so I leave that for the rest and return to my place at the circle. Illrose is there, and many others. They stand firm – each willing to risk their own safety to protect Iaurdagnire's. Blood soaks the ground underneath our hooves – the dark sickening hues of the creatures' mixing with the fresh red that slowly drips from us onto the ground below. Some of us are injured more, some less – but I think there are none who can escape such an onslaught unschathed. The battle rages on for what seems like forever – moments blur together into an indistinguishable mass. Whenever I can, I lay down to rest and gather my strength. I have abandoned running now, unless I am forced to do so. I am too tired. This calm goes on for longer than the rest – and we start to realize that perhaps the onslaught is over for now? We can barely hear the creatures now. They have retreated into their hiding holes. First rays of sunlight can be seen on the horizon through the thick fog that covers the battlefield. I must admit that I seldom see a more welcome sight. I stand up, and gingerly walk onto the top of the hill to look around. There is a slight limp in my step, and it attracts the attention of someone I don't know. I am approached, and checked over. I am touched by this care, but tell him that there must be others more in need of his aid. He can return to me once he has tended to them. I look around once he leaves, and briefly greet Kody as well. Fighting in a war like this is probably not the best way to reunite with one's friends, but I am glad to see him there.The hill around me is smeared red – and I see the bodies of those accursed beings littering it. This beautiful place is once again tainted with the curse of war, and it angers me. I see friends wandering in the mist, looking for their companions in a frightened haze. Some are reunited, others are still searching. I pray that no one has fallen. I turn my head towards the rising sun, it's warmth not quite strong enough to penetrate through the thick mist to reach my aching body. Are we winning? Or just delaying the inevitable? I wish I knew."---------------------------------------DAY 3: After Dusk"I awaken to the sounds of chaos. Did I pass out? How did I not awaken sooner?! My friends are already up and ready – the circle formed around Iaurdagnire's form. Those in the circle are vigilant, their bodies tense and ready for the impending battle. Adrenaline runs high – it seems like the slightest sight of our enemies has my friends lowering their antlers or giving chase. Sometimes they even turn on an ally by mistake, their actions not quite as controlled as they would like.  I find myself unable to run – at least for long distances. I feel slightly dizzy as I take my place in the circle alongside Verve, Illrose, Seed and the others. I tell myself that I know my limits – that I will not push myself too far with this. Deep down, I hope that I'm not lying to myself. I listen – we cannot see to the other side of the hill where the chasers have vanished to. But we can hear them. There are cries of pain, and anger, echoed by the distorted shrieks from the beasts as they are cornered and defeated. They may be quiet, but the tundering of hundreds of hooves that follow them is not. We have a pretty good idea where they are. Even so, we are caught off guard! A beast dashes from the thick fog with great speed, just rushing through our defences. It's showing off, bastard. I cry out into the night to alert the others as I catch sight of it again. There are more, too! I hear the ones standing behind me react as the creatures start to surround us. It seems that everywhere we turn there are monsters to greet us. Sharp teeth pierce thick hides and hooves retaliate with sharp kicks. They are quick, dodging most of our blows that are slowed down by our weariness and confusion. There's panic, too, rising among the group. I know the feeling all too well. It's not in our nature to stand against predators like this – and a more feral part of me wants nothing more than to run, to ensure survival. I step back and touch something. Something warm and very much so still alive, if only barely. Sir Dag. If we are not there to protect him, he will surely fall. I huff and try to shake off my fear. It lingers at the back of my mind – but I am not alone. And my friends around me rely on me as much as I rely on them. Together, we will all survive this. Our rescue comes along as the chasers are finally alerted to our plight – the creatures are overwhelmed and we gain a small moment of peace. I have spotted Calida, Orinoco's adopted daughter in the fray and take this chance to move over to her. She should not be here, I tell her. This is not a game nor should she risk her life here! Her father comes along to back me up, but she's stubborn. And Verve seems to want to side with her as well, as she breaks up our argument soon after it starts. Frustrated but too exhausted to continue this argument, I relent and retreat back to my spot. A part of me thinks that she's old enough to know what she wants to do – and the other is now worried sick that she'll get killed. It is not a worry that I wanted to have.. The rest of this wave goes by quite quickly. It seems that the creatures, despite launching attack after another at us, are toying with us. Maybe testing us? Or am I overthinking this? Maybe the worst is still to come, and they're preparing for it. We will see.. For now, I lay down to rest with Calida and Brooks – whatever happens, I will need my strength." ---------------------------------------DAY 3: The Final Showdown "This is it, I feel it. Having only awakened from my rest a few minutes ago, I can already tell that this time our strength will really be tested. It's impossible not to hear the creatures – they are everywhere. Shadows are looming just out of sight, and you can see them if you're fast enough. They are testing, observing. They want to know which ones of us are still strong enough to fight back – and who they can safely approach. Our fighters have formed a line on the hill in response. I watch them bellow, rear and brandish their antlers at the fog around us – they are not defeated. I recognize many of them now, having seen them around on previous attacks. Names do not matter, nor do backgrounds. We are all here because we defend our home and it's inhabitants. First monsters appear. Like always, Gehirn and Ephiré are among the first to dash into pursuit. The large stags have my respect and admiration – despite their injuries, they just keep going. I keep them in my thoughts as I once again reclaim my spot beside Illrose to be a part of the wall that separates our injured friend from the fiends. Before the battle, many of us had spied signs of weakening from him – and several deer with different healing abilities had visited him to try and do their best to make him more comfortable. The rest of us could just watch and offer words of encouragement – it's a helpless feeling, just watching someone so strong struggling to hold onto life like that. My thoughts are interrupted by the realization that we are once again threatened. However, we have strong allies who rush to our aid as soon as the danger is spotted. I'm not sure how willing these vile beasts are to throw away their lives like this, but I see some rushing straight at Gehirn's massive form, not caring about his sharp antlers. Are they really that desperate? Care they not for their own lives? One beast snuck past our defenses – their movements are quick and almost snake-like, their dark forms merging with the fog and making them hard to see. Enraged, our group unleashes an attack on the creature. It flees, and we pursue it. I thought I could handle the run after my rest, but my body is now telling me otherwise. The ground is slippery from frost and blood, and I nearly stumble. Cursing, I unleash my frustration on the beast that has now stopped to face us. It is acting as a distraction, I realize. It's leading us away from what we must protect. Nevertheless, we continue our assault. A part of me is horrified by the brutality of it – the beast has no chance against the pounding hooves and piercing antlers. When did we become one of them? When did I? This isn't me.. After the creature lies motionless at our feet, I make my way back. The best I can do is trot – running will not be an option anymore. Even this is straining me. I hasten my steps though, seeing how my friends are once again being overwhelmed. There are many of them – a quick observation lets me see at least four. There may be more, it's hard to tell. The fog hides both allies and enemies into one chaotic blur of movement. It lasts for a very long time. Beast after beast attacks us – and when one falls, another takes it's place. And while standing in the circle doesn't drain your energy with running, it is in no way easier. The beasts want what lies behind us – and therefore assault us with desperation. The wild looks in their dark eyes make us doubtful, sometimes fearful. And there's nowhere to run, despite your instincts telling you to do just that. A claustrophobic panic is what I can readily admit to feeling at times, when bodies press against your own on both sides and a creature leaps for your throat. One of them manages to grab me, their jaws closing in around my throat to get past me. I kick, but miss. I do not know who it is who saves my life this time – all I know is that the creature is thrown off and chased away. A moment of rest is more than welcome. I wasn't aware that my body could experience such exhaustion and not collapse. There's fresh blood on me – and this time, I know it's my own. From the corner of my eye, I see something white approach. A small one – one I've seen around from time to time. Not a threat. They settle down next to Iaurdagnire – and I see something happening. I do not know what it is..but it's helping. Almost immediately we see Sir Dag's form relax a little and the tense, weary look on his face fade. Hopeful, I turn back around. We can do this. We are so close, I can feel it. Giving up now is not an option. The battle continues for again – all I can do now is stand firm, and push back anyone who comes too close. At times I'm not quite sure if it's foe or ally I am threatening with my antlers – all that matters is that no one gets through. Thankfully most of the fighting is still done by those who are more able – the chasers seemingly not tiring at all in their task. Any creature who comes too close is mercilessly swarmed upon and destroyed. It is brutal and wrong..but must be done. And then, something has changed. Instead of attacking, the beasts start to turn back in fear. Confused, I raise my head high to see what this new change is caused by. Reinforcements? Well, something of the kind, at least. For a moment I do not believe what my eyes are telling me. For there he is, leading the onslaught on the remaining creatures. Iaurdagnire is back. The small one lays exhausted at our feet, their task done. He lives. This is not some trick, nor a phantom. He is really back. I smile – and watch as the remaining demons are rounded off and defeated. I bellow out in encouragement and victory, some others joining me. We are all exhausted. Once the dust settles, we all gather rather disbelievingly around our friend. It's hard to believe that it's all over. The hill is a mess, tainted by blood and demons – but we've won. It's finally over. He stands there, looking at all of us. It's impossible to know what he's thinking right now. He greets us, thanking us. Many of who I can see are bloodied and weary – yet his greeting makes them all smile. I make my way off the hill – I do not want to look at all the blood and gore right now. I am joined by Brooks and a tiny fawn. I am in pain and close to just falling asleep on my feet, but the sight of the small one hopping around in excitement brings a smile to my face. It's just what I need after witnessing such horrors. Young innocence, new life – and apparently, a new relation. I listen in stunned silence as I'm introduced to my new adopted nephew. He looks at me, with his eyes wide – and despite my bloody state does not seem to be scared of me. Heh – just what I needed, indeed. I walk with them towards their resting place – and see Iaurdagnire approach us as well. He thanks me, and in return I introduce him to little Jacob. What better way to welcome him back than to introduce him to the next generation?After the brief exhange, he continues on. He has a lot of catching up to do, although for tonight I imagine he'll tend to those who helped him. I remain there, watching as he disappears into the fog. I find myself smiling – and deep down, I know that things will be alright now. We were finally victorious. Welcome home." |
Tracking for later reading
I am excited to see other
Haha, Dag. Hopefully you will
The next updates will have less text and more screenies, I hope. xD My computer failed yesterday and didn't save any of the screenies I took. And I took tons. ;_;
Thank you, Seed! =)
You got lots of good
Zach has grown up so much, I
Thank you, Daggie. I love
I love your event and hope I'm doing it justice by writing my boy's POV.
There will be more depending on what slots he participates in. At this rate though, I'm not sure if he'll be actively able to participate all the way to the end. He's getting quite a bit more action than what he's used to/prepared for. xD
The event kicks some serious butt, I'm having so much fun. ^__^
(Pfft, he is, isn't he? /shot. Accidental screenies are the best, definitely.)
The screenshots,
You almost made me cry how dare yoooooo.
Gah I'm just so flattered by this. I mean I knew Dag was liked but I didn't realize he actually has some big impact around here. I'm so glad I made him and that he's allowed me to do things like this and get people together in such a unique way.
Ah, these entries are great,
My God. These feels. So
These feels. So wonderful!
/tracks for eternity
Profile picture by ahimsa ♥
Pixel Wis by squeegie~
(Oh dear, there were comments
Echo,
The trick is to take tons. xD
I think I had about 200 for the last slot alone. It was quite a chore to look through them and find the right ones to tell the story with. In total during the event, I got..uhh..wow. It seems I took 523. xD Most were doubles though. In the end, I chose 35 for this story and cropped some to get the empasis on the stuff Zach was talking about.
Dag,
*gives tissue*
Ha, I'm glad. You've had me on the edge of my seat and in such suspense throughout the story, you deserve those tears! xD
Joking aside, I'm glad you like it. ^_^ I don't really know how to explain the impact Dag has had on my boy. I guess that, throughout Zach's life, Dag has been this safe figure he could go to. Someone he knew he could turn to if he needed to. I think Dag was the first character Vee told me I should "really meet" when I first joined the community (despite the fact that it took ages for the meeting to actually happen). xD That sort of stuck with me, and I've been secretly following/stalking him ever since.
Dag's the reason that we met irl, too. I wouldn't have dared to approach you at Tracon if I wasn't such a "big fan" of your character.
So I had a personal reason as well to come to his aid and defend him through Zach. You are awesome, and I felt like I owed it to him for introducing me to you. ♥
I wouldn't stay awake to 3am for three days in a row for just anyone, you know! xD
Snow,
Thank you. ^_^
It was an honor to fight beside Illrose. Zach will never forget your doe - and I believe that whatever..uhh..prejudices there may have been towards your character have been swept away by this. He may seek out Illrose from time to time in the future, I'm sure. If for nothing more, then companionship.
Poppy,
Thank you! =)
Figures it'd take a war for Zach to finally meet Jacob, but I'm glad they did. ^_^ It was a nice, more cheerful note to end this gruesome story with, so I felt like I should add him here.
Got to reading this yesterday
Awh, that is really nice to
Illrose was glad to have Zach next to her during the battles as well, they fought really well together, and there was moments when their movements almost seemed to synchronize. She wouldn't mind his company if he should decide to seek her out - or she seeks him out. :')
I love how you've written
Mis, Thank you. =D I was on a
Thank you. =D
I was on a faster computer throughout the event (because let's face it, my old one just couldn't handle the awesome and lagged big time) so everything was moving even faster than what I'm used to. xD It was really hard to try and get varying screenshots when all I could see most of the time was a pile of sharp antlers and pictograms. xD
I did my best to include as many deer as possible into the screenies, too. ^_^
Snow,
Yes, there were. It was a team effort, for sure. Illrose was the wall nothing could get through, whereas my boy offered support and did some dashes to chase away demons that got too close before returning to his place next to her. It was marvellous. Nothing got past that wall of antlers.
Munkel,
Thank you. ^_^
I feel like I wanted to contribute further than just taking part in the battle in-forest. And since it was something that's going to be quite a big influence on my boy and certainly something he won't forget in a hurry, it felt right to let him tell the story from how he witnessed it.
I missed Cry's initial arrival to the scene, unfortunately as I was reading Dag's plot update at the time, but I think I got him included quite nicely in the end. It was a lovely touch, and certainly kept Zach motivated to protect as they received new hope in such a form. =D
It makes me happy that you
Also it's great to see how this event didn't only influence my character but so many others in this game.
Oh god I forgot it was all
eee yes we did meet up because of TEF didn't we :'D aww it's lovely that Dag means that much to you and influenced Zach, and it's so nice to finally realize that because of him I was able to meet you and make so many friends. Before the event I honestly wasn't aware of what Dag's "existence" meant to people or that I had made any kind of impact as big as thing thing turned out to be. So I'm just full to the brim with appreciation now and don't know what to do with it XD
HERE *hands over* TAKE MY FEELS.
*Takes 'em all and drowns you
You're amazing. =D You and Dag both.
lol in one of the pitcs my
You mean Iaurdagnire? I'm
The forest is not that big - you'll find him someday. =)