HEY GUYS so you know my last roleplay blog lasted a hell of a lot longer than my old ones used to but because of the delays I kept causing my brain ended up going 'LOL NO' but FFFF DON'T BE DISCOURAGED OKAY I love roleplaying ;; Just my muse dies for days at a time ffffft.

Anyway this is human-only just now because I'm a lot better at keeping my brain alive with human roleplays 8D I'll just THROW SOME DESCRIPTIONS DOWN HERE K.

SORRY GUYS I just ffff. It seemed like such a good idea at the time but honestly my muse for him just...died. I'm really not comfortable with having non-deer characters 8( ffffff.

I suppose the Gods basically took him and put him somewhere with his own kind. ;;

So I wanted to just make an entry on something... anything really. I noticed within' these past 3 months of my life, I've been changing a lot mentally and even physically. I don't really communicate with way too many people in my classes that I study hairdressing in. I've made a few friends, but now a days, all my friends live in other states or I've met them online. I realize that it's easier for me to make friends online because the people are able to focus on your personality and who you are rather than how you look. Though I don't "look" like I'd be a troublesome person because I'm not.
I've been talking to my older brother a lot more lately. We don't fight anymore.
It's been 7 months since our last fight.
I've been practicing love and compassion ever since. ^^
I decided that those were the most important things in life.

In October I found a flea market and something in the back of my head told me to pull over into it's parking lot. I'd never been there before, but I was depressed at that time, so I guess the reason why I was there was to get things off of my mind. I bought the best corn dog ever from this corn dog stand. Though it was very expensive. Suddenly there was an announcement about free puppies in this fenced in office looking area. I went to look at the puppies and didn't know why. I didn't want a puppy. I push through the crowd of people and look at the puppies. Black fur terrier mixed dogs. They seem to be mainly wirehair. Their ribs were sticking out and they all looked scared as if I was going to beat them or something. One of the puppies caught my eye when it was curled in a corner. No one wanted her. No one looked at her. No one payed attention. I asked the person giving them away why the puppies looked the way they looked. They said they found them in an abandoned house. They were very scared and shivered when it was about 90 degrees out. Definitely abused animals.

I was wondering what you guys think of forums/communities with karma buttons and post counts. (Not of any special reason.)

If someone has -1 karma, everyone hates them. And if someoene has 10 karma they think it's a god.
And post count, it makes others consider people 'noobs' and 'pros' basicly. And also some people comment random things just to get a higher post count.
But thats just me.

I am wanting to write out Terro's past in full detail, from the moment he was born, up to the present. *more inside*

Boardly, the young black-tipped fawn hooved at the muddy shore surrounding the calm pond. That morning marked the 4th dawn he had spent a lone, and still the cold air chilled the fawn's coat. Giving a sigh Xair turned a moment to glace at the older bucks that dotted the shore looking just as board as he, though once the eyes of any connected each buck would look away from the fawn without a second glace. Alone was the world for Xair, since his parents had vanished five dawn's ago. The fact that they were gone was setteling in the dark furred fawn's mind as he looked at his reflection in the water.
The sound of hoooves behind him created enough curiousity that he turned to see a wounded buck approch the waters eadge limping from wounds across his pelt. Frowning Xair moved away giving the injured stag room as it came to drink from the cool waters of the pond, he couldn't help but wonder though and began thinking to hiself 'where did those wounds come from? they don't look like hunter marks.' he tilted his head as if annylising the wounds for clues. When the stag he gazed at looked to him with a furrowed grow Xair turned his head away, taking the look as a judgement from the older buck and disagreed through motions by turning away and focasing to the trees. Yet after a moment the youngling sighed and turned to face the stag again, gentaly bending his limbs into an arching bow trying to show respect like he had always been taught.
In responce he found the buck returning the motion, and frowning thinking of how the gesture was normaly not returned to fawns, and even more so that this particualer stag was hurt. Such an action could not have been well for the gental stag. Once the elder had stood again each looked over the other, and soon Xair was comfrunted with the usual question,
"Where are your parents youngling?" came the stags stern but gental voice.