...how the Gods kill.

Subtle satisfaction, the way the blood wets the snow.

The way the bodies, still hot, started to steam in the winter's cold.

It's hard to understand the way a predator's mind worked, if you'd never hunted a day in your life. It's not easy explaining that rush, that spill, that thrill kill cult of having something die, all because of of you.

It wasn't evil, it wasn't cruel, it wasn't even malicious, but there was no denying the pleasure that came with it.

It was a sick, twisting pleasure, a bolt of electricty that shot through one's guts, the penultimate conclusion of a chase she'd known she was going to win the second it started.

And it always started so simply.

It always started with a rustle, a stirring, a tiny change in the way the world seemed to turn.

It had been a rabbit. The sound seemed to have come from miles away, but the next thing she knew, it was all fur and fangs, claws sinking and securing her in the snow, racing around trees, beneath branches.

Snow white and the seven fucking doves went scurrying in her path, quick to get away from the bolt of black that raced after the rabbit with all the surity of a greyhound around the track.

White powder had gone flying, something clipped her ear. She didn't notice. She never noticed.

All that mattered was the screaming of muscles and the way her blood roared in her head, louder than the way the Gods seemed to sing.

Save right now, there were no Gods. There were no birds, no bugs, no deer, no doe.

It was her, the rabbit, the winter cold that told her that if she didn't eat, she was going to die.

And Winter was a bitch of a mistress, she really was.

Teeth as white as icicles snapped.

And then there was blood in the snow.

...you creep across my skull.

The world had a funny way of working. It had a way of surprising you, shocking you, scaring the ever living hell out of you. And then, after all of that, after all the nightmares, the bad dreams, the stories we tell ourselves to make sure we know we're not crazy?

It pleases us. It writes us a story, gives us a present, a gift, a something that just falls in your lap and lets you know you're all right.

Maybe you're not different. Maybe the world isn't as bad, as terrible, as cruel as we'd all like to think.

He'd looked this way for a long time. He'd had these scars, these horrible marrs on his face for longer than he could remembeer.

And in a way, it had made him fascinated. The forest was a place of lies, falsifications, because everyone here seemed to have something to hide. He could hide the worst of his horrors behind a mask that seemed to suit his features, hiding that which was his visage from the world.

That suited him just fine.

And there was one around here that he'd always wondered about. He'd always wondered what hid behind that mask, what could possible be beneath it, to make it look the way it did.

It was not easy asking. It wasn't some simple task. Because one didn't just march into Mordor, as the saying somewhere went. You didn't just strut right up to a throne like that, and you certainly didn't pitch perfectly innocent questions that way.

But he did it anyway.

It took him days. Days of working up the courage, summoning up his guts. Not to mention turning them to iron: that particular patch of the forest just smelled wrong. It was a wet, rotten, fetid smell, too many corpses collected in a pile.

The last stretch of it had been done on his belly, eyes watering and the bile trying to creep up his throat. By that point, it was a matter of pride that drove him.

I'm a bit of a dolt when it comes to css. I've read the tutes and messed around and I just end up confuzzled.
I'd love a simple scroll box for my bios to put my deer's diary updates in. Nothing fancy . . .just a scroll box.
Can anyone help me?

*begs and gives cheese*

Zeus's wip bio

now not so cunfusing title

Alright I really want to convince my parents and I will use this on my Christmas list I need you guys to say if Feral Heart is a good game, suitible for 10-13 year olds, and other stuff. I'm hoping if they hear that I might finally convince them! Plzzzzz help me!

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I feel really bored and I would like if a dangerous (Or any character at all,doesn't have to be a murderer lol) would RP with my boy Savior =}

so i downloaded this game yesterday. i DID NOT start out as a young deer. i started out as an adult deer.
it says stage 3 when i go on. does that mean i skipped a download? or is it just an update?

since i weirdly started out as an adult deer i thought i could cast spells if i eat pine cones and what not. how do i cast spells? i'm not sure. did my game glitch and give me an adult deer avatar but the system recognizes me as a you deer??
i'm so confused. please help!

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The Endless Forest was on the brink of war. Sides had been taken, those who trusted Iugulare to her word, and those who were manipulated by Noctuis. Black infection covered those who sided with the stoat, where white infection was given to those of the owl. Many deer fled, who wished to have no part in the conflict. The others were inducted to one faction or the other.

Even Michael and Auriea began to bicker between themselves, one god favoring Iugulare, the other seeing Noctuis' arrival as a way to defeat the stoat for good. It soon led to the two vanishing into their own dimension to settle the argument, leaving the Endless Forest unprotected...godless...

It was here the war started. First skirmishes between small groups, a few infected with whiteness that attacked unsuspecting members of Iugulare's army; those with the black infection stealthily overtaking Noctuis' soldiers, and many ending in stalemates with the opposing forces wearing each other down to where they collapsed in exhaustion. Quite often, a member of one army would find them, and quickly overtake the enemy.

There were no casualties in this war, but rather one infected by the opposing virus would be turned. Where an infected of Iugulare's was defeated, their black infection would be engulfed by the white covered by their enemy, and soon they would be brothers in viral arms.

Eventually, these minor conflicts merged, both sides regrouped and stared down their enemy between the trees of the Birch Forest. Iugulare and Noctuis themselves were there, and it was Noctuis that ordered the attack that led to the devastating war. Deer charged, clashing, biting, kicking, infecting.