I'm linking it because if I don't, the image appears as something else. e_e

N&S Italy gives you a nice massage with their bare hands.

Mine isn't funny. :c

Post your sentance! 8D

he just clambered halfway into my mouth because I'm eating chocolate.

Page is my new dentist.

BYE GUYS I NEED MOUTHWASH WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED I COULDN'T EVEN GET HIM OUT INCASE I BIT HIM OR HE BIT ME I DON'T

HE'S
BEEN
SO WEIRD
THE PAST FEW DAYS
-CRY-

You remind me of a girl I used to know,
I used to love her on the summer sundays
She would tease me and then off she'd go
Leave me crying in the desert haze

Yesterday, I took you down the river I used to go
I brought along our favourite radio
You sang a song to me right from the heart
You said - just like her - we'd never part

I got red blood, and I got red wine
I can't tell the truth, all of the time
My God above, he don't answer me, he makes me...cry
And I won't ever know the reason why

Red blood, and red red wine, oh my
Please don't ask me for the reason why
It took me years to get away from loving you
And many other girls they broke me, too

Winter came, winter went and left me in spring rain
I couldn't tell you just how much pain
I went through, to get to you, to get away
I should have saved my love for another day

I got red blood, and I got red, red, red wine
I've been in love, and I just lose it every single time
Red blood, and the reddest wine I've ever seen
I can't tell you just how long it's been

Red blood, red wine, I got red, red, red all over me
You put red, red, red all over me
And I can't, well I just can't get free of this
Red blood, and red red wine, oh my
Seems I lose my mind all the time...

((This was a gift-poem about Illrose; if Snowsauria doesn't like it, she's free to have me try again. Also, AT LAST! IT IS COMPLETE!))

Unfortunately, the low-resolution image

SPECIAL NOTE TO MY SECRET SANTA! If you are unable to get your gift done by Christmas, I'll be glad to give you a little more time to get it done. My birthday is on the 30th so it would be like getting a birthday present instead of a christmas gift. Anyway, if this does become the case, please let me know by Christmas that you are my Santa and that you need more time. Hope that helps!

I'd prefer to have a sent gift rather than an artwork - it's just more meaningful to me. If you cannot send something, though, I will accept an artwork. If you decide to do an artwork, any of the following characters (or a group picture of all four) would be fine:
Quad - Iugulare - Anirapio - Nekumbra

If you plan to buy anything for me, please don't let it be too expensive - I'd much rather have something cheap that has some kind of sentimental or special meaning to you. If you needed any inspiration or ideas, here is a list of things I like:

My favorite animals -
Deer
Goats
Pronghorn Antelope
Hummingbirds
Wolves
Coyotes
Dachshunds
Dragons

(I love plush animals, by the way)

Anything handmade, can be TEF and/or Deer related.

I love anything related to Buddhism, including books and meditation items.

I also love Native American items.

Nature-themed things
A magnet (can be anything)
Anything military related (or involving camoflauge)

Anything relating to a foreign (non-USA) country!

The stoat sat alone, a squirrel caught in her paw. She held the rodent tightly, watching as infection covered his body. Then she let it go, and watched it run off, now carrying her disease.

Iugulare sighed. There was something depressing about this time of the year for her. Maybe it was the coldness of the winter months, or the unusual amount of cheer the deer had during this time. She didn’t understand what would make them act like such despite such dreary weather.

Or perhaps it was the amount of loneliness she felt. Sure, she had Anirapio and Nekumbra, but her desire was more on a romantic level. She wanted someone to care for her, to love her. And there was only one person on this planet that she desired a relationship like such.

As she was deep in thought, she heard a strange sound. Looking to the sky, she could have sworn she saw several deer flying through the air. The stoat blinked a few times, and then realized she indeed saw flying deer! They came closer, pulling something behind, and soon landed close by her. Iugulare had never seen such a thing, when an oddly heavyset human wearing red and white stepped out from the sleigh and approached her. “Hello, Iugulare! Merry Christmas!”, Santa Claus said to her.

The stoat tilted her head, ”…And who might you be?”, she asked. She didn’t know very much about the Christmas season.

“Ho ho ho! You sure are a funny girl, aren’t you?”, Santa laughed, “I am Santa Claus, the bringer of joy and peace to the world on Christmas Eve! And I come with a request just for you.”

[=darkgrey]”A request?

Author’s Note – This story was included this year in honor of those who celebrate Hanukkah during this time.


Once there was a town where many animals lived and went about their daily lives. They were farmers, merchants, craftsmen, and the like who worked for golden acorns, which was the local currency. The town was also inhabited by local beggars whose lives were difficult as it was, but with the coming winter they had to brave the elements as well as beg for food. Many of them were simply unable to work or had difficulty finding a job. They went about their lives each day with hope that tomorrow would be better.

One beggar was named Luis, who was a humble stag that lost his home to a fire, and since could not find a suitable shelter. He saved his acorns for when he was in the most need, and even shared them with other beggars. He was quite humble and knew the value of compassion and generosity, even as a beggar.

There was a day where he happened upon a silk purse that was lay in the street. He looked around for an owner of the purse, but when he found none, he opened it and was surprised to find a hundred golden acorns within! With this money, he could certainly work toward returning to a normal life. But his ears perked when he heard someone calling out, ”A reward! A reward to the one who finds my silk purse!”

Luis approached the merchant who was calling out.

Winter had left the Forest dwellers to find less-than abundant food. The Twin Gods would not let any of their own starve, but they were busy with other things, so mushrooms and grass were not as plentiful in the snowy months. During this time, the deer would rely on other food sources, such as nuts and roots, to sustain them. Most deer knew how to crack open a walnut to the treasure within.

Poor Foxglaive had no idea what to even do with a walnut.

He was walking one day, searching around for oddities when he came across a strange little sphere in the snow. Tilting his head, he studied it a little more, looking at the strange texture of the thing, the odd color and such. Then to his shock, he looked to the clear sky above. He scanned and scanned, his heart skipping a beat. “The Moon fell from the sky!”, he exclaimed, “I found the Moon in the snow!”

The stag walked around the little walnut, thinking it was the Moon above that had fallen. It seemed to be the same size as it is in the sky, and looked pretty close. He sat and began to ponder this for a while. What should he do with the Moon? How could he get it stuck back in the sky?

Gently he picked up the walnut and trotted away, looking for somewhere close to the sky so he could put it back. He went to the tallest hills and spat the Moon out, only to have it land on the ground. He tried again, but with no luck. He went to the Playground and stood on the largest rocks, and placing the Moon gently on his hoof, he tried to catapult it to the sky.

The leaves had begun to fall one by one off the trees. Soon frost and snow would cover the land, and there would be little safety, food, and warmth for the birds of the Forest. They prepared their feathers to fly away from the cold, migrating south to warmer climates. A crow would soon join them, Bartholomew was his name. He made sure to eat his fill of berries and worms, for he would need all his strength for the flight ahead.

One day, he was hunting on the ground for things to eat when from out of nowhere a deer raced by. The doe did not even see him there, and by accident she kicked him in the side with enough force to send him crashing into a nearby tree. The crow cried out in pain, and soon discovered that his wing was broken. The doe approached and apologized for her wrongdoing, but was in a hurry to find her fawn. Bartholomew replied, “No no, it’s okay. It was an honest mistake.”, and forgave her immediately.

As the doe bowed and ran off, the crow soon realized he was in a terrible situation. With his wing broken, he could not fly south for the winter. The trees were nearly naked of their leaves, and very soon it would be very cold for his body to survive. The crow would soon learn that trees are not always kind.

Bartholomew looked up to the birch trees and asked for help, but they were boastful of their beauty, and told the crow that they would not shelter a crow.