(I don't know if I ever posted this... I can't find it. But I just found it on a disc and I wanted to share it, I think it's very relevant in Kaoori's life. She's been here for 10 years now and has seen so much.)


It was all so familiar, and yet all so new.
She sat by the pond, the twilight reflecting off the soft movement of the pond's waters. The moon was huge tonight. And in those stars... well, she knew many who resided there. Many close to her heart.
Some fawns came by to disturb the shallows of the pond and she watched, a small smile forming on her muzzle as they laughed and cavorted about in the moonlight. She didn't know their names, and she doubted she would; there were too many new faces for her to count. Slowly, she got up, shaking some sand from her coat and headed toward the crying idol. Here at the idol a good friend had spent his time in quiet contemplation of what had been. A time when sadness had first rocked the forest. When violence was fresh. She dunked her head in the cool waters and headed off, realizing she was taking herself for a walk through the forest at this point.
The shika found herself at the playground, near the tallest and largest rock. Climbing it, she looked out over the birch, as she had many times before with her mate. She remembered many a time here with him; the life and death struggle between her mate and his rival; the confession to him that changed her own life forever. Just below the rock, her first son was born.. who now had a family of his own.
Time flies.. She felt old. But she would be forever in her prime in this forest, as many were.
She glanced to her left and saw a couple resting on the rocks, not far from her. So as not to disturb them, she left quietly, heading toward red hill. So many memories made there too, on this lookout. The one who had named it was long gone now...so many others with him spending lazy afternoons lazing with her on the hill. So many memories everywhere..

and I'm definitely interested in it but I have no idea what I'm doing. Can someone point me in the direction of a post showing me the ropes? So far all I've done is run around, find a dead deer, get gifted some temporary antlers by other deer and find a church ruin. So advice would be helpful.

Also, I haven't been on a forum since I was a teen so if I've commited some faux pas here just holler at me.

- Ean

Evening fell upon us and the twilight grayed the forest and spell cutter deer with his Frenching had done on my gal passed. We went to the bluebonnet aspen tree glade just past the crying mother idol. Settled in for a nap. As dawn came my deer gal groaned and moaned about the day before. She so desired to do the bunny hop again as free and uninhibited as she did with cutter deer. Not one to stop the fun of it and thrill, always allowing my deer gal total experimentation even if I did not understand it I knew I had to do something so we could endlessly continue bantering and banging, frolicking and flying, snuggling and sleeping. If anyone had the solution it would be the ancient deer who laid on the playground watching wanderings of the deer.

I rustle up my deer gal and we pranced to the playground. There in all in magnificance of red spread vein like antlers, majestic head and unusual pelt he sat on the large rock with several others holding council. I go up to the fella deer and explain the situation. His ancient wisdom spilled out with the waving of his head. He beckoned my deer gal over. Standing up in his full glory like some kind of deer god he sidled up to my deer gal, shook his body and horns in a figure 8 pattern almost concentric at times with a bit of entropy behind it and with a super Z he hypnotized my deer gal.

With a thrust of his might loins my deer gal hunched, now she thinks she is the rabbit.

See "Writings" for Part 1 and 2 deer chose a different garden path and letting it flourish, more the merrier)

French Deer Shop (specialized pelts with the mardi gras mask and then end up the spotted sexy swag coat)
About 3:39 am in the morning the cutter deer was obviously inebriated from deplantis Vodka. Cutter deer got mixed up and thought my deer was a French deer with those ways, long lashes and dewy eyes.(My deer has that but not French) So cutter deer stomps his hooves and rears up. When he comes down in his antlers was a mushroom he retrieved from a trunk (the kind with psychoactive ingredients). Cutter deer slings his neck just so and out flies the mushroom chunk. As it whizzed passed my nostrils it had been soaked in deplantis Vodka. My girl deer just hung that silly joker tongue of hers out(see concept for pic of joker deer) and lerped it up and swallowed it whole. I have to admit I had the mushrooms too and all I could do was stand there and watch. Cutter deer moves up next to my girl deer. Instead of the loving starting he hops fully up on her fur back wanting a walking ride right in front of me. It is not rutting season or the games at the graveyard. My girl deer instead of walking starts acting like a deplantis bunny (small pond with facet on brick). She starts hopping around. I thought that looked becoming and stood there fascinated watching the deer bunny hop progress.