Leaves danced on the summer breeze, and alighted on the tip of a little nose. Mitsuki giggled, going cross-eyed in an attempt to look at what had landed on her nose. Shaking it off, she pranced back into the shade inside the Great Oak, offering Stormchaser the dandelion she had picked for him. Instead of letting him take the flower from her, she leapt onto a root nearby and climbed up farther inside the tree, stopping when she was high enough to scrabble onto his back.

Giving him a playful stomp that contained approximately the strength of a falling leaf, she tucked the flower in his mane, wobbling as she wove its stem into the long fur that hung down from his neck. She almost fell off, catching herself just in time, but she ended up straddling his nose. Giving another little giggle, she slid off, landing with a huff as the ground knocked the wind out of her.

“I have to go find more flowers,” she declared purposefully, darting out of the Great Oak. She would be back.

This time she headed for the Crying Idol, picking as many poppies as she could carry. The little black doe returned to Stormchaser with her blue eyes sparkling. She wove the crimson flowers into his tail, reddish blooms in a sea of darkness. He only looked on with amusement, pausing now and then to examine her handiwork as she flitted in and out of sight. When he moved to lie down, she head butted him, teasing him about almost sitting on his flowers.

“And here I thought this was going to be a picnic,” he said, eyes glinting mischievously.

“It is, silly!” She disappeared once more, returning in the blink of an eye with a basket. She dragged it through the entrance of the oak. It was woven from reeds, rounded at the bottom, with no lid and a handle at the top. It was nearly as big as Mitsuki. Berries of every possible color and an array of edible plants and herbs filled the basket.

Say hellow to my new fawn Gerade.
Maybe some of you have noticed a very annoying little fawn who have a lot of magic spell fights! xD
Yes - this is Gerade.

:3
If someone can make him a kind of design - to when he grow up - and i can begin to draw him more! - it whould be very nice!

I love this view !!

BigBunny Attack !!

What are they conspyracing ?? lol<

Fly and his Mini's

BigBunny Cuddles

Fly and his beloved Mini

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There are some things
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Wouldn't you agree?

Some things to look forward to.

Some things to add spice.

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Hello, I would like to know why there are so many fawns with my same Picto :/ The same pictogram can be repeated?

The Forest For the Trees

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Seed didn’t really like idea of fighting something. A beetle made of fire eating the trees, his swarm swelling out behind him like a cape… He liked the idea of fighting that even less.
”So,” He cleared his throat and asked, ”Where is he?”

”On the outer edge of the world” “The outer edge” “The edge” The trees rustled between them. Seed sighed and deadpanned. Ultimately, that was pretty vague – he wasn’t even sure if the Forest had an edge: it always seemed, to him, to loop back in on all its little private worlds, its secret folded self… But there didn’t seem to be an edge.
”…More specificaaallly?”
”Follow. We will guide you.”

The branches in the canopy rustled, raining green leaves down onto the ground. They fell around Seed like snow as he walked forward, each tree carrying a signal for the next one on the path to shake. It seemed a very long way from his home to where the beast prowled, and he went further into -- or out of -- the forest, until he was not sure he knew his way back. Well, I suppose the way back is forward, he mused as he stared over the landscape, all newer growth here, all underbrush and gaps of bright light that was alien relative to the deeper woods where the deer dwelled.
Seed moved without worry through the underbrush, his legs and the brambles just passing through each-other, with the soft string sound of the forest’s magic.