:3 I will be leaving later to day to see my grandma, I wont be back later till some time friday night. So I might not be in-game or even on the community till saturday morning. XD My grandma doesn't have enternet or even a computer so eh. :3 but I am excited because I get to make the pies every year!

Xair shivered slightly as a cold fog rolled over the lands, its think sent confusing the fawn. He hand't seen much fog before so the concept still frightened him. Quickly he turned and headed for the hallow tree to find many other deer had gathered there as well. Carfully he made his way towards the back and lowered hiself down feeling the growing warmth within the hallow tree.
For awhile it was calm, then a familure cry came and Xair anwsered it happily. He then moved to greet the stag Terro as he approched. Terro has spent some time play with Xair many times and the fawn was begining to feel like familey with the stag though some times he was unsure of to where the stag dissapeared to. Either way he fallowed Terro outward into the fog catuously, only to find the fog brought new games and fun. He found leaping over laying deer was much more fun with the fog swirled between them. He laughed as others gathered with them and it all eventually lead to another mask war, each tossing the spell at one another and having a good laugh at the outcome.
Once the playing was done, Xair laid out by a new friend he had made while Terro stood gaurd near a tree. Soon he found himself tired and laid his head to sleep feeling warmth from the kinship and a good outlook for the dawn...


~~~~~

:3 thanks people once again for playing with Xair! Here are some fun and cute screenies I took about what he did today.

Xair and Terro((after I turned his real pelt to pecok XD its normaly the "Natrual dark" I think is what it is?? ))


The group in the tree :3

The group that played mask war :3

Xair's new buddeh

When things look down...
your heart is heavy...
When things are down,
the only color is black.
Deep in the heart, where things are bleak.
Time slows down, and spirits freeze.
When things look down...
you remember the past...
When things look down, they huant you.
Deepin in the mind, where things are freash.
Sleep is gone, and the body is ill.



~~~~

Got some news from a friend today that bought up old wounds...so its just some vent work.

It was a normal day for Terro, the usual scouting the forest for food and predators with little to no change in his daily routine. However, that all changed after a shuffling of bushes caught his attentive ears

>>To be updated as time goes<<

Name: Xair
Age:old enough to travel "on his own" ((about 10 months of age))

Coat color: Grey with tanish brown spots. ((If I could chose he would be a Black-tailed deer or Makas Deer i think is the species. So thats how he'll be seen in his drawn bio which is a WIP))

Eye color: Deep choco brown

Hoove color: Black

Personality: Xiar is a kind soul, but has that mistivious child-like sense of fun that gets him into a lot of trouble some times. He trys his best to be respectful, and greet each deer he meets.

Likes: Laying in the water, playing games, and the rain.

Fears: Fog(doesnt understand), Zombie Stags, and finding himself lost

History: Xair was found alone in the thicket one day after his parents dissapearance, no one is sure of where they went or what happened to them. Xair refuses to give up on finding them though and stays near the pond where the they would normaly play. He keeps his lonleyness to himself as he wanders, stopping any chance he gets to play with other deer.

Health: 90%
Set: none though he loves barowing Terro's "Real deer" mask
Strangth: 80%
injery: none

I have a little over 16 hours to enjoy the forest. Then I have to go back home for around a month and play on my mac.

I do, however, finally have a cool avatar! I hate my orange coat though.

BTW, I've got a black mask and short antlers.