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Okay, so Orin drew my Alabaster and in return she wanted a short story of Aria's birth. Since she had already somewhat explained that, I decided to spice it up a bit by adding my demon turned angel Jester into the mix. She wasn't there(at least, recorded anyway) for Aria's birth, but since Jester is such an aloof character I thought that of any of my characters, Jester would have been the one who would have been there. So, in reality, Jester wasn't there. But if she was, given her current state this is probably what she would have done.

*sigh*
I'm in the process of redoing the bios of Sokonei, Acadia, Foxsmoke, and Paix. Unfortunately I haven't kept track of everyone they know, know, and have met. This counts for in-forest encounters and RPs.

Please let me know your deer's name/picto/relationship with whomever they know.

Sokonei
Toukan = Friend
Ourania = Friend

Paix
Emma (need link) = Good Friend

Thanks in advance &hearts

This is a wip bio!

Shoo! Come back when I'm done!

Anyone wanna rp with Tanarus? :]

I'll post an intro up, all you guys have to do is post a reply. It's open to anyone!

HIS BIO: HERE

The forest was quiet in the early morning as the young stag awoke. He squinted at the sun sleepily, but got up nonetheless and with a stretch, began to move throughout the trees. A few birds chirped in the distances, but most was calm. Tanarus rubbed his horns quickly against a pine tree as he passed, careful not to mess up the candles on his antlers, before shaking his head and breathing in the crisp morning air. "A little cool out today..." He mused to himself and set off to begin his day.

Striped legs blended with the pale golden grass he walked through, but his emerald back stuck out. In most ways, he resembled a young bull elk like his father, but his kirin mother graced him with a long, tasseled tail. It was dragged through the grass behind him and Tanarus listened to the quiet 'tink' sounds the plants made when they hit his golden tail cuff. Stopping by the edge of the pond, he dipped his head to take a drink and await company.

Hi



Would anyone help me get a set for my character, Bear. He is in dire need of one.


He needs:

Candle antlers

Long face mask


and


Kabuki pelt

If you have the time, he will be at the crying idol with this pictogram

Thank you.

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She must have thought me very silly. I was working on the final poem for the scavenger hunt (Hooves crossed it goes well; it turns out I have one less poem than I thought I did. Oh dear.) when Sage arrived, to see me muttering and pacing. She didn’t laugh… But as I explained my woes to her, the idea formed and struck me like lightning, the words a pitter-patter of rain in my heart. When I write a poem, I admit it: I am not thinking. Not in the way that I think normally. All the parts of me that worry and fret move aside, and what moves in me is pure words. It’s editing when the thought comes back. Still, to spend so long pacing, and then be over in so little time…That’s odd to watch, isn’t it?

Still, when we were done, we went dancing again. The strange dancing, the slow-dancing that I showed her once; we’d both been thinking about it. We began to try and work out some signals – follow me, for example. In fact, that’s our only example. Just as the thoughts began to slide into the movement, into the cardinal-flush of her fur, into delightful play of language made of eye contact and a nod of the head, the first and truest language of the forest…
A little fawn came up. We happily danced with him, and until a second one came running, we even made a small attempt to show off our dancing to an audience – I wonder if the little fellow thought it strange?

But with two fawns, there’s no way we could focus long enough to do much more. We quickly fell to just goofing around, running and hopping in circles, gaining and shedding fawns like leaves. I think at most, we had 3 with us at a time, and total, we had 4; we’d occasionally stop to cast some antler magic, or take a break for me to sit and take a note or two for this entry.
I didn’t know their names, and for that, I’m sad.

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