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Together - Beezee and Reez









Beezee
Deep in my heart, there's a fire, a burning heart...

[ Gimme Shelter : Part 2 : Fleeing the System ]

How long had they been going now? Time stretched on forever and weakened them - body and mind. The river's splashing and singing did nothing to help them stay awake. All it did was hide their scent, and that was enough for now. After an eternity, sleep came - they took shelter in a makeshift fortress of rocks and branches, not quite warm, not quite cold. Strung in limbo.

I'm running Backwards {Baltei}

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Controversial Writing Under The Cut.

Please be civil, I just wanted to write this and share it. I am not in any way trying to bash or sway anyone's beliefs. Please refrain from comments that might incite argument, as this is NOT what I want nor intended by sharing this. It was inspired by something I saw today, as well as the need to write brought on by Seed's amazing poetry.

Again, please do not take this offensively. Thank you.

~MissB.
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Would anyone.. [Edit.]

Mind giving me the link to v. 3.13?
The link I found doesn't work..

And if you don't want this to be shared, I can delete this blog quickly. :3

Edit: Here's my e-mail:
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We all do.

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Seed's Poetry Corner: The Fog


I've no interest in the spells he has to offer... But all the same, I'm a little fascinated by the Big Zombie. So, whenever I see him, there's a poem in it. He's a grand muse...So maybe I love him, in my own way.


The Fog


drips off his antlers and crowds near his head,
pressing against his half-rotten flesh.
He is preserved in the moment of rotting,
the action of decay stopped like a step
that never reaches the ground.
He smells like death, and the fog
drinks its smell and pulls it close.

The rest of the year, the fog comes
and goes without festivity, a collection
of water and air. But in his shadow, th world
seems wild and full of pressing bodies
in the dark. So it trails desperately
after his steps, and echoes backwards music.

It wants to capture something new in itself, something unknown --
it wraps him, his smell of death, his terror,
his great antlered majesty like splayed wings --
in itself, to taste his life. The fog swarms with glee for this.

And we wrap around him like the fog.


((Wow, Seed has a lot of poems at this point. You can see them at Seed's Poetry Corner Collection....Also, I better get to writing that poem for Illrose. I think I have something half-gestated now.))
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How do you keep a pelt on a mini deer?

When i log into the forest, how do i get my pelt onto my mini deer?
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Kallion

EDIT: 1/13/2014 jeepers creepers this is old AAHAHHHHHAHAHHHHHahah

Hello! :3 My deer recently grew up, and some of the peeps on there don't recognize me as the quiet fawn I once was. I had some friends on there too... D: Growin' up is hard. *Sigh* Anyway! Here's my deers bio! Hope you enjoy and I hop I don't sound like a total derp!

Pelt: Orange, But TRYING SO HARD to change it... to the pretty blue and yellow one Laughing out loud

Antlers: Big white ones? IDK the names...

Mask: Brown deer mask

Pictogram: The most flippin' popular one... GAH I wish I wasn't stupid enough that I forgot to give my deer a name.

Personality: Doesn't usually 'moo' unless necessary. Likes to joke around, run through the forest and do magic.

Anyway screenshots comin' soon! IF I know where to find them...

*SHOUT OUTS TO DEER I'VE MET!*
First one, has been SUPER INACTIVE. But you were awesome... you put up with an annoying little fawn like me I appreciate that. c:

Description: A orca pelt, skull mask, and big white antlers. You inspired me enough to have the same antlers as you. Pictogram was like a M a bit.
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Second one, I haven't seen you on much. :/ But you were a lot of fun! I remember your antlers and mask but not your pelt. -A- Anywho you taught me how to get the antler spell! Laughing out loud We were casting spells like there was no tomorrow! I was a fawn back then.

Description: Peacock head-dress, and raven mask. I remember your Pictogram reminded me of a house.

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Third... I just met you, we had a lot of fun! You were cool. Sorry I poofed.

Description: Gold stripes and a brown pelt. Brown deer mask, and white antlers.
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