Hello?

So my friend told me to do a blog post, so here I am, making one and with nothing to say.

I know people usually say things that they like or don't like, but I figure, learn that by asking questions because more than likely people won't really care if I like the color blue or not, it's just a bunch of superfluous information. I will however tell you that I'm one to defend my friends and getting on my bad side is usually a bad idea. Not that I would hit anyone, oh no, I prefer to play mind games, cruel and unusual mind games.

Now on that note, I have one other thing to say before I end this entry. Go to Google. Type in Zerg Rush and search it. Little 'O's will start attacking elements of your search. Click them three times to kill them and see how long you can hold out. Beware, the come up from the very bottom of the screen as well so there is quite a lot of scrolling involved.

So a happy day to you.
-Cassie

I'm want a skeleton pelt! Please Give it to me! thank you

Inspired by this song: http://youtu.be/XFEAzP1Zm-A
(would be nice to listen to as you read)

Spring was in full bloom in the Endless Forest. Summer was not far. The nights were becoming warmer, the stars bright. Kaoori loved to climb to the highest hills and sit for hours, staring at the stars, looking for that certain one that seemed to dance more than the others. Tonight, however, as she stared at the sky, it seemed as if it had a mind of its own; a dance routine practiced and come to life for her own eyes to see. As she sat and marveled, bright silhouettes formed between the stars and flashed before her eyes of those that she thought she may never see again, of those gone before, but would always be in her heart.
The Hat Lady; a kind, gentle soul who had finally found happiness and peace, dancing to her own rhythm in the brightness, weightless and free.
The small one only known as the Ghost Fawn, poppies adorned between her ears, laughing, although none could hear, sliding among constellations, wearing expressions only innocence would know.
The whitetail Cloud, bounding beside her, his own expression carefree and weightless, the moonglow blanketing his back as he leaped across the sky.
Near the moon stood the the moon's son, Wudiin, and his starcrossed love, Poltergeist; both proud and regal, looking down on the forest, likely watching their own children. You should be proud , Kaoori whispered. they are beautiful. Kaoori still missed her friend Poltergeist from time to time; her loss had hit Kaoori hard.
Another silhouette formed in a cluster of stars, charging across the sky as if to test new legs. There was The Red, proud as ever, but much younger and stronger; the one she knew from the past, in his new domain; the sky.

The figure was a woman,
who would have been naked except for the strange impression
she gave of being dressed in light,
as if the bright silvery waves covered rather than revealed her.
Maerad looked into her eyes, and they were the same yellow eyes that
had startled her the night before.
She had the wildest face she had ever seen,
inhuman and fey,
amoral and beautiful as a flower.

oh holy maccaroniiiii this place... so much time has gone by and I haven't let anything be heard from me here, I should be ashamed. Or should I? Does anyone even remember me?

I still hold this place dearly in my mind, I have billions of good memories connected to TEF, it's incredible. Without you, I would have never realized that I have at least the mimicry of an ability to draw. All of you, with your amazing talents and wonderful encouragement even on pictures that when I look back at them now, I just want to hide somewhere and kill the roots before they breed. Slightly exaggerating here, but you get my point!

I don't know if I'm yet able to return or anything of that sort. I've still got two months of my exchange year left - because 8 months ago I froze my German highschool time for one year and just went to another country called Finland for 11 months, to live in a Finnish host family, go to Finnish "lukio" = highschool, not seeing my German family and friends for the same time, surrounded by strange people and an even stranger and unknown language and TADA, here I am.
I speak Finnish now, quite decently, have had amazing times and incredibly hard times and found friends for life and just had an unforgettable experience which isn't even over yet. Seriously, if some of you ever get the chance to do an exchange year or something of these sorts - go ahead and do it.

Just a short story about the history of my fawn, Poppy. Hope im putting this in the right spot lol.

My parents.

They werent... from here. Wherever here is. For all I remember is waking up here, and hearing my mothers voice beside me.
My mother. Her voice was so sweet, so gentle. So caring and loving.
My father. I can remember his voice as well. His voice, though it was only a gentle rumble, was protective and strangely gentle as well.

I can still remember their voices. It was the only time I heard them speak, or close to it.
"Do not fret, my little Poppy. We must go, but we will come back for you one day."

Poppies.

Its the flower I was named for. The first thing I remember was the sweet smell of poppies, and the bright purple hue that shone down on to my pelt. Though it means so much more.
Poppy flowers are the only memory I have of my family, my kin. Its what I saw as they promised to come back.

I dont even know what my parents looked like.

In the days after my birth, I wandered the forest, my home, meeting young and old deers alike. I loved to explore, and I loved making friends, but a certain hole in my chest refused to be filled up. It was a scent. My mothers.

Then I realized. The poppies.

If anyone asks about the crown of flowers of my head, they will get the same answer. I like the way they look and smell. Which I do.

I wonder where they are now.

Are they out there, missing me? The scary thing is, Im forgetting to remember.

I know, deep within my heart, that I cannot forgot them. I may be young amd naive, but I will not forget the ones who loved me, who left me here.

The forest is a safe place.

I wonder, if they do come back, will I have to leave? I love the forest, and I already have friends.

I dont know much yet. Im still a fawn, after all. I do know this, though.
If anyone asks about my parents, I will aay that theyre away, but theyll be back soon.

Soon.

Until then, ill enjoy my life here.

Under cut for size~