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How is this possible?

Saosin without antlers.
Peccadillo:tiny antlers

I hope that there is little the antlers are not angry;

The Devil's Creed and More

For those curious as to what I do between work on my commissions when I take my 30 minute breaks. I have made it my resolution to make a complete database of Updates involving Valturez and The Devil's Creed as a whole. So for those who have a Tumblr, feel free to stalk to see what I get done over the course of the next year.

I have a feeling it's another of those silly Pacific Northwest-exclusive things that I grew up with, but yeah.






(If you go to any tourist-type store in Seattle, you can find this book)



But yes..! Did anybody else grow up reading these books? I know I'm not an artist to any degree, but Robin James's artwork has always been highly inspiring to me and of course the stories are simply darling.

I'm bored and in the mood for some creative writing. I write so much for my own character that I figured I should try something else. If you've got a character you wouldn't mind seeing some short writing for drop a link to a biography. The more informative the biography, the more detailed my writing can be, so keep that in mind.

This will only be open the next hour or two before I go to bed, so if you're interested comment asap!

(completed requests under the cut)

I've noticed a lot of people with the same picto as I have lately. It's so weird to be snoozing, hear a moo and look up only to see your own picto on three other deer go running past.
Not entirely unpleasant, but very surprising.
I've been around for over four years, asryakino being my only other account. Rya here is my main play account, but it's been so long since I posted anything I doubt many people remember me.
Every chance I get I romp around the forest, usually casting changing spells on others, One of these days I'll have my normal pelt/mask/horn set back on me *laughs* But for now, I'm running around as a mini deer, lowing at others and transforming them with a few spells. So if you see my pictogram around, it might be me, or it might be one of the five others *laughs* You'll never know.

I don't have a name for him yet, but this is a test story of a new character

Color used is #B1FB17

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The stag was helplessly at Iugulare's mercy. He tried to fight her alone, but the stoat was too quick for him, and even so, his antlers would not damage her viral body. He wore himself out trying to track her, and when he began to stumble, she took the opportunity to strike. The stoat bounded onto him, her paws gripping his shoulders, and at once she sunk her fangs into the side of his neck. He cried out, trying to shake her off, but nothing seemed to work. The stag lost his footing and toppled to the ground, shivering and struggling as the infection began to envelop him.

Pleased, the stoat released her grip. The damage had been done, it was only a matter of time before he would become another minion. She wasted no more time with him, and ran off.

He cried out for help. He was starting to lose his focus, the black infection was seeping down his body. The wound on his neck was not very deep, but it was enough for the virus to enter into his bloodstream. He was hallucinating, his legs going into shock, his breaths short and labored.

In the corner of his eye, he saw something approach. A snake had found him, he could see the black and yellow on it's body, though it was a blur to him. He closed his eyes, already expecting death to come.

The snake flicked his tongue, tasting the infection on him. "Rest, friend. Rest...", he spoke quietly, and quickly slithered onto the stag. He lay directly onto the infection on the stag, and spoke into his ear, [=#B1FB17]"You have been badly hurt. There is something causing these attacks, I have not yet to find it, but I have helped those I have found. Some...some were too late...but you are not.

Hey guys, you've probably noticed how inactive I've been recently. Or maybe you don't really care, because you don't know me. I'm not really sure if I'm wanted here anymore or not, but I care about most of you, and I think you need to know that I might not be seen on here for a long time. I know I've said before that I'm leaving, but then I decide to come back a week later because I loved this place too much to be gone for long.

But now I'm starting to lose interest in The Endless Forest. This used to be a fun, creative place for me, I would think about it at school everyday, and when I got home I would run to the computer right away. But I can't go on this place as much as I could anymore, and when I can, I just can't find what made me love this place so much.

But this place is like a drug. I might not like it, but I'm addicted, and I can't leave. There is certain stuff inside a drug that makes me addicted, but I'm not sure what the stuff is in this drug.

Maybe if I come here more, I might begin to love this place again, and I'll see if I can be more active more often. I might of lost interest but for some reason I don't want to leave. This is a good drug and I'm not ready to leave it forever.

Just wanted to let you guys know in case I do leave.

Sandwiches sandwiches I love sandwiches. This is for you Em you banana peel.

but they could not be something well enough elsiettem with him..