Hello.

I just wanted to tell my friends: I am inactive lately and can rarely get to the game. Because I have school that lately steals most of my time. Also, the internet is very slow in this area, so it's hard to play in some hours. However, as I can, I'll try to bring back my characters in-game and continue their story.

Please, said the mocking pheasant
As the shackles tore and laughed, clink clank
The stone walls crumpled with mirth and sniggered
Leaving a shamed face hung in misery
As a mirror image stared back at him and grinned

It grinned, he saw, it smiled and jeered
Pleaded to make him blush and sought to break him
A soldier may not disobey an order, and though he
was no soldier, it was just the same
Authority overrides pride.

Wh-tshh! Searing, beautiful pain!
Broken.

[=crimson]It seems the magic of this forest is growing mischevious again.

It is funny that it should take an odd occurance such as this to entice me to write again. It has been some time, and there have been events worth notation.
Hnn... I fear my memory may be slipping. I can not place the events or times lately.

There have been a few reunions in these recent days. Faces I have not seen in easilly over a year have returned to common view. Bastilion had appeared briefly for a few words and some appreciated time and company. Archelius has returned once more from his nomadic travels, and made the decision to remain for a much longer stay. I have recently encountered the Priest as well. And of course, one who had not been seen since his most vulnerable days had returned from his own travels. Loki, you still must meet your brother.

Hnn. Of course, what is one of these writings without mentioning the enemy? Again his family is growing. How much longer until this forest's genetic pool is so consumed with their blood that all will be one another's sibling in a land much like the hives of the wasps?
Some time ago I noticed the soul of my enemy had been returned from Osias's captivity. Along with his soul, came those of a few more. One I do not know, and two within that blue rat.

Hnn... father, I know you would shun such a description of one of those you once encouraged me to embrace. Centuries have passed however, and the ways of does have long since changed. This one in particular no longer deserves the respect given to others.

Naturally, I felt compelled to finally break my silence with those abominations. I gave them 'regards' and traded a few words before battling my foe for what must have been the first time in perhaps one or two years. I would say it felt good to break from the tensions and caus bloodshed once more, but I soon found myself battling three on one as Wesker recieved backup support.
Such cowardice.

Xiar was starting to learn more about the forest as he slowly grew, mimicing the actions of the older stags he learned to throw spells at other deer. Enjoying it so much Xiar spent most of the day prancing around and throwing mask and antler spells at any deer that he thought might want to play too. Of course he didn't think at the time that some deer might like their antlers the way they are. Luckely he also learned that adults could return to the form they liked so he continued to play his little game of antler and mask tag. He enjoyed the new game so much that he even cast spells on deer that slept, giggling to himself at what would happen when they awoke.



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:3 isn't he just a mistufus playful fawn???

Today((well tonight its like 12:47 where I am)) I met a nother friendly stag to playwith whos pictogram was similur to mine only minus the triangle and and some dots and stuff. He/she was really fun and I would like to know who it was! >.< But the screenshot didnt work, XD I hit the wrong button...whoops... SO if you THINK you might be siad person look at my own pictogram ((my avi)) and see if you know it please!! .....it couldnt find your page from the map :/

Whether you want such a fate or not
that is not your choice

Hiya guys, I wanted to ask if you have any music that you like to listen to while writing, drawing, ect. And if so, would you post in the comments? I think this will be useful for anyone who needs a muse XD

Here's my contribution:

Well where do the people go? They must go somewhere!
I see them in the mornings, I see them everywhere
I watch them trot along across the road without a care
Flashing red lamps, screaming birds and spinal cordal tear

I'm not afraid to die, but I used to be. Back in prison,
where you're someone's dog unless you fight them.
Even then you end up with a broken nose and a reputation.
I never wanted to be anything like the hordes.

Where does time go? It seems to desert me
Strands me on the highway and then leaves suddenly,
with no warning and no last traces to be seen
Oasis of water, false vision of dreams.

Give me a little mescaline, I used to say
It was my way, I howled, or none at all!
They'd let me in for a while, eventually
I'd sing, I'd sway, and finally, fall.

Where does life go? My bones feel as if they might snap.
I am a caged bird, never free, never able to fly
Even if the door was unlocked now, I'd still be trapped
My wings will stay broken 'til the day that I die.

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Condition: none
thoughts:" All my relatives have died. "
©Drop's actions are always in character. My views don't overlap with Drops's vews.

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x Name: Drop Gender: Male Form: 12 Age: Young Home: here Mate: None Character:  serious Eye:Red

NEWS Diary has been updated 03/06/12 [03.06.12] New life. New vews. Hello lady, who are you?