Contains mild foul language and mentioning of alcohol. I don't expect anybody to be particularly disturbed by this, but I thought I'd post a warning anyways.
Lots of tears, tissues (so many tissues..), and hours were put into this so I sincerely hope at least one or two of you will enjoy it x);
Interactions will be allowed if enough people are interested!
Okay, people, because I'm bored, let's play a game! *interrupted Saw theme*
The object of the game is simple: Find the one word that best/most shallowly describes your character and then apply Homer Simpson's naming-method and simply add a "y" at the end!
Ok, so I lost everything.... Pelt, mask candles.... yeah.... I'm really not to happy about this so I'm going to move Grey to a temporary acount with the skull mask, I just need someone to cast the Dotd pelt on him.... I will be near the twin statues, with the zombie pelt and candle antlers.... *Sigh*
Kard picked his way through the tall grass as he wandered out for the first time into the woods that were so much different than his small valley that had played refuge to him for most of his fawn and young stag life. Every now and then he would duck down at the sound of some odd deer call and look around unsure what to when he heard a loud call more or less pick up on an odd scent. With his dark eyes showing behind the mask that his mother had placed on him before hand he felt a little safer with it on though it didn't stop the constant need of surveillance as he moved along.
Lifting his long black stocking legs he made sure to set them down soundlessly as he didn't want to bring attention to himself as he slowly explored the woods. Though the moment that he heard hoof beats coming near him he quickly dropped to the ground and curled up in hopes that the runner was going to ignore him or at least lead any danger away from him.
