I haven't watched either of them for a very long time, I've forgotten a lot of the anime xD

I purchased some of the Finnish copies of the wolf arc in GNG, and I'm planning to sit down and use an online translator so that I might be able to actually read the story finally rather than look at pictures, haha.

I didn't know about Orion either until a few weeks ago. XD
Ah well..I'll fix that soon.

And Dag, if you need help translating, feel free to poke me over MSN or something. I'll be happy to help if you need it. ^_^

*Is buried under mangas*

Okay. Best of luck. We have all of the mangas too, so if you ever get stuck, just tell me what book and page and we're all set. XD

I love that as a nickname! It was nice to meet Wild Thing. Sorry Dag was asleep for a long time, I was writing a lot and kind of forgot I had the game running.

I hope you don't mind but I'm all typed out haha, hope this short thing will do:

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Tired, Dag could do nothing but open his eyes and smile at the new friend, just as content to sleep in his company. Even though he had never previously met them, Wild Thing and Curiosities presence alone seemed all that he needed today.

I love the visuals on your character. Cool! Tracking.

Hi there sexi <3

Hello to you too. Long time no see.

I fail at being a ninja. Darn it. Back to the drawing board for me. 8/

Lung - And I fail at replying 8C
Storrap (BECAUSE I CAN) - I miss Ravey ;A; Time difference sucks. The only time I have to get a chance to see you guys is on a weekend, providing I wake up |D
-nuzzle- c:
If Dag was in rut, he'd totally hit that B]

Uh-oh. Hope everything's okay. :/ <3

u ok? <3

Miss you too Kimi <3 I felt a lot better for seeing Kaoori in forest.

Thanks guys...

Awh... I think that's my favourite pony gif.
-hug- (:

I do feel a little better. Might start on Dag's final story soon - I hope everyone is ready. Including me, haha.

Question for any oldies who might see this - which community story/event was your favourite, and why?

Spring '10 has to be my very favorite. I was in total awe of the blogs you posted - they were emotionally gripping and powerful, and I think it was the first time I saw Iaurdagnire really rise up as a mighty opponent against an even mightier foe. I'm still in love with those ocean blogs and I like to look back on them time to time to remember what that event was like.
The community involvement in game was just incredible. The fog, the dancing, the noise.. it was all so much fun to be apart of. I loved racing over to wounded Dag whenever I got the chance. Hah. I remember that one deer that had a pictogram so similar to Dag's that everyone kept jumping off the Playground and racing over to it, only to be disappointed when they saw peacock feathers. :'D

So yeah, that one was my favorite. But everything that you've ever done with this amazing character was nothing short of awe-inspiring, and I'm really going to miss this guy when he leaves the forest for good. Esll really looked up to him as a role model, and I'm glad he and I had so many opportunities to be apart of his life.

I'm gonna say a tossup between Autumn'09 and Spring'10. I loved spring's though. It was so powerful.

If Dag is leaving the forest for good... Kaoori will miss him so much.


edit: omg, this update made me cry.

Hah, ikr. c: Fin pony'd all my characters.
This one's already heavy. I don't know how to word it, but its got a heavy looming kind of feeling.

I miss you! And I love you Dagie <333

aww, Fincyra..Thats so adoreble <3

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Eee, thank you Dag. It's Alice from Pandora Hearts. (:

- Lung

If school work permits I will totally be taking part in this nightmare thing, do you happen to have a deadline for entries in mind?

I'm very tempted to write a nightmare, hah. But I wonder. Where it says 'final story'...

Is Dag going to die? ;;

Close your eyes and when reality's weave starts to unravel, the black fog of dreams comes creeping.
For some it brings pleasant chimaeras or strange visions; for some, it brings the dark matter of the Void, the oozing nightmares and fata morganas of unimaginable horror.

Iaurdagnire's sleep brings him no rest. Small bits and fleeting pieces of dreams plague him, none of them making sense and none of them so frigthening they bring him awake. He forgets them as quickly as they come, but they leave an uneasy feeling behind...

They melt together, forming a sticky dream-web; moments clotting together into a long, uninterrupted timeline. He is back in the sea, on that barren rock he stood on (it seems so long ago now, and yet there he is again), the tangy odor of salt and dark storm-clouds heavy in the air. Air... there is no air in his lungs, no, he spent it all trying to run from it, but you can't run in the sea... you can't run on this little sorry piece of slippery rock far out in the ocean.
In the dream he can see himself from above; a small Iaurdagnire on a bright rock in the black water, calling out to friends in a forest far away. So far away -- can they really hear him? Do they care? Panic rises in his chest as water splashes around his hooves. The water is rising, the tide is coming in.

Suddenly, it is as if he has two pair of eyes: one that watches the coming storm while the other observes the calm Forest. He called to them, he tried to reach out -- and yes! There they are, his friends and loved ones, amassing on the mossy rocks of the Playground! Despair is blown away by hope, a heartfelt hope -- they will bring him back.

But no. They stand on the stones, staring silently at him. No one calls him. No one utters a single sound; they just stare with hard eyes and indifferent expressions.

Insignificance.

One by one they walk away, no even casting a glance on him. They didn't come to help him, only to mock and watch as he is swallowed by the sea. The forest backdrop twist and turns; the familiar playground rocks sinking into the sea and trees creaking and snapping when the water swallows them too -- and Iaurdagnire knows, in his very soul he knows that this is his fate. Hope crushed by despair and he can hear himself wailing like a lost child.

...and so, on the horizon he can se it. A wave far greater than the rest, a wolf among sheep. It comes for him, with large jaws reaching from the bottom of the ocean to the sky above, sharp teeth waiting for him. It doesn't hurry; it knows he can't escape. Trembling on the sinking rock, the only thing he can do is wait and wait and know what will come.


/8D

[Warning: Some gore ahead. Don't read if this offends you. <3]









As his head hit the ground, it made a soft “pff” of sound, the dandelions separating to make way for the giant’s face.
As the blue met the green, his eyes closed and the darkness rose from below.

“Iaurdagnire.”
“…”
“Iaurdagnire.”
“…!”
With a jolt, the giant found himself awake. When he tried to shake his antlers, he found himself stuck. Opening his mouth in frustration, Iaurdagnire quickly realized that he was mute. Eyes thrown wide in surprise, he did the only thing he could manage—he looked up.
A snarling wolf stood above him. Its lips curled back into a snarl, not unlike a smirk or a grin.
“You have given in, as I knew you must.”
Iaurdagnire struggled to speak again, defiance flaring in his eyes. Looking down, he managed to see a flash of yellow—dandelions? Watching him struggle, the wolf leaned down, speaking quietly beside his face. The voice was like the crackling of flame on dying trees.
“Did I not tell you that you could not control all? Fool. Let me show you.” The wolf snarled quietly, pulling its muzzle back. As it stepped, fire crept up the dandelions tied around Iaurdagnire’s body, keeping him in place. They withered in the fire, turning black and crisp as the fell around the giant’s hooves. Slowly, Iaurdagnire got to his feet, casting a look of contempt at the wolf.
“Follow, servant.”
With another mocking grin, it bounded off into the forest, leaving a smoldering trail in its wake. With a resolute air, the stag trotted down the hill. As he reached the bottom of the hill, a wave of ash and heat swept across his face, forcing him to close his eyes.
When he opened his great dark eyes, he gasped. Before him was an utter wasteland. Fire smoldered at the roots of trees or flared up in great patches. All was ashes and flame, a gray, parched earth speckled with hellish oranges and red. Something…
Something else was wrong. Growing frustrated with the clinging dandelions, he ripped and tore at them with a hoof, but they were as hard as steel. Spring trotted up to stand beside him, lowering its head to study his reaction. Seeing the defiance still glittering in the blue stag’s eyes, he grinned and laughed, a horrible noise. Dag fought the urge to cover his ears, keeping his head raised proudly.
He would face this, here and now.
Spring smirked. “Walk, Iaurdagnire. See. They are calling to you.” With that, he was gone again, trotting off into the ruined forest.
“Iaurdagnire…Dag…Dag…” The call came softly, but the blue stag could hear the quiet desperation in it. Ears pinned back, he forced himself to walk towards it, stopping abruptly as he nearly tripped over the deer laying on the ground.
“Dag…” Oseaan’s body, smoldering quietly, rested on the forest floor. Patches of fur were burned away, exposing shiny pink flesh. Her head was thrown back in an unnatural position; it was clear the doe’s neck was broken. Her eyes were merely sockets, deep, empty pits. Blood trickled in a small line from her mouth, tracing red in the white fur. Dag stumbled backwards, escaping the terrible sight. His eyes were wide with horror and his heart was racing, pounding in his chest.
No. No...Why?
Iaurdagnire forced himself to focus. Turning away from the horrible sight, his ears lifted, straining for the sound that had drawn him here.
“Iaurdagnire…” The sound seemed to come from the very trees. It would have been peaceful at any other time, but now they seemed to whisper insidiously, accusingly. The voices sounded familiar, but he couldn’t pin them down.
“Iaurdagnire.” He started, hearing the sound of a voice close by. Turning, he stumbled backwards, slipping over the burned remnants of a log.
Spring’s sharp-toothed muzzle shone from the blackness between the trees. With a leap and a bound, he landed by the doe. The entity lowered his muzzle and grabbed her by the neck, leaping off into the woods again with an inviting flick of his tail. Rage clouded the giant’s eyes. How dare he treat her like that when she was…she was…
With a grunt, Iaurdagnire took off after the wolf. He skittered over pieces of fallen birch trees, still glistening white against the ash. Spring led him across the forest, showing him the stripped trees, the ash-covered ground, the gray, black, white. It all began to whirl into one.
Suddenly, Spring stopped atop the Red Hill and let the body of Oseaan down. It landed with a soft thud in the ash, letting up a cloud of soft gray which landed upon her body like a blanket. Dag was growling with suppressed rage, tossing his antlers and threatening the wolf, who simply bowed his head.
“Do you know where you are, O Iaurdagnire? This is the Red Hill, home of your friend Virgil. Do you wonder where he is now? I assure you, even he could not escape me.” The stag stamped his hooves, glaring at the wolf, who bared its teeth.
“Do not become impudent, Iaurdagnire. Look out from here. What do you see?” Iaurdagnire looked across the ruined land. All around, the pieces of white were assembling themselves…themselves…
They formed into patterns of deer, fallen in forms of suffering, twisted in agony. He had run across their bones as he had chased the wolf.
Iaurdagnire’s head lowered and his ears pinned to his head. This couldn’t be real.
“Oh but it is, Iaurdagnire. Ahhh…I think she’s stirring.” The wolf prodded the doe, who was beginning to twitch.
“Listen. I believe she has something to tell you…” Oseaan began to stir, looking weakly up at Iaurdagnire with her empty eye sockets. Spring flicked his tail and sat, watching.
“You let him kill me, Iaurdagnire.” Oseaan was rising now, unsteady on her feet. Her head flopped limply and her mouth hung open, hardly forming the words.
“You let him burn us. You.
“You betrayed us, Iaurdagnire. You left us alone. You let us burn and smolder to our deaths. You did nothing.
You only watched. You are weak.” Oseaan was drawing closer and closer to Dag, who was backing up slowly, shaking his head back and forth.
No, no, no!
Her voice was being joined by others. From the woods came other shapes, recognized as friends. All were mangled, pain flashing in their eyes, burns clear on their sides and backs. They were closing in. Worse than their appearance was the terrible sadness and the betrayal in their voices.
“You left us.”
“You promised…”
“Why did you betray me!”
“I trusted you, Dag…”
“Why, why did you let him do this?”
“You just watched us burn, Iaurdagnire…”
“You watched as he tore us apart…”
The wailing increased to a fever pitch as the does, stags and even fawns converged on the giant. In the background, Spring began to snarl.
“Look what you’ve done, traitor! They trusted you, they loved you! And you betrayed them! You let them down, Dag! They will curse your name!”
“No!”



He woke up in a cold sweat, bellowing. Above him, the crows took flight, cawing raucously. The dandelions beneath him were torn up, beheaded and spread around him. Quietly, the giant laid his head down.

In his ear whispered a voice like a hungry forest fire.

“Remember your destiny, Iaurdagnire."


[LOL Random cameos. >> Firefli and Vee, I'm sorry if me killing your deer offends you. I'll fix it if it does! ^^;

That was fun, even if it is predictable. |D]

Lost jaw? Oh, eh, uhm, I had a couple of spares yesterday but I seem to have lost them. Too bad! Better luck next time 8( Look on the floor, maybe it has rolled away somehere?

<3 :D

I don't really know |D At the moment I highly doubt he will leave the forest for good, it all depends on how I feel at the time I suppose. A few weeks back I was certain, but now I'm not because I don't think I can exist here on tef without him. He's my identity.

ocean holy shit that was so amazing. You got Spring down so perfectly, and I love how you turned everything around on him. Haha you have no idea how right your nightmare is in terms of what purpose I had in mind for these. It also follows on from Apel's nicely... usually when I have a bad nights sleep, I have a series of nightmares that worsen as I wake up and go back to sleep into them.
Poor Oseaan ;; man that was heartbreaking.

Edit: A comic? Are you serious? HELL TO THE YES 8D