i can't seem to find the old blog so i'm making a new one:
rules are simple

i will not comment this blog until the end

you get one comment to request your own or your friend's deer

when i have 100 i'll start drawing them all ^^

1) Demonia for Bouncydeer1
2) Roxanne for Honnyfur
3) Reika for Shikatale
4) Allard for Riia-Chan
5) Zoro For Gruffen
6) Azura for DEERTH
7) Tarika for Raindrops
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gonn add you to the old one http://endlessforest.org/community/100-comments

I am here.

Always here for you.

For some reason, my pictograms aren't spreading on version 3.4. It says i'm connected and I can log in tho. This has happened before but that was when i got a new router. Also, on version 3.13, i can't connect at all. Is anyone else having these problems? Is something wrong with the server? Or is my internet just being stupid >:| Thanks in advance!

I'm a warrior
Nothing more nothing less
I have seen fear in my peoples eyes.
I watched them grieve when times were hard

I watch as the children grow
In these ever-changing times.
We celebrate our victories no matter how small they are
We remind our selves of the old days
And keep the legends alive,
We forget not those who are gone from our sight

But remain forever more in our hearts.
The battle scars I bear remain
But the price paid is very little
With honor and pride
We keep our heads high
Never with shame do we let them fall

It is the people we protect
I stand corrected it is our family who we protect
For in this given time there no one I would object
Outsiders see our ways
And are curious as to how we stay so passive to the world outside
But then again we all have our secrets
That must never be revealed.
Many brother and sisters we have lost
To some great cause
But never just for the sake of blood on blood.
By now you have read my words
A warrior you say it must be male
To all you who guessed so I must say otherwise
I am a warrior female
Because in my tribe we are seen as equals.

Would any one like to rp with my character Tazanna human or deer it doesn't matter.Just state your preference and we'll go from there.
I would grately appreciate it since I've been gone a bit.

Under cut due to being long and everything =] Will add more later probably

Matching Quote
"Every judgement of conscience, be it right or wrong, be it about things evil in themselves or morally indifferent, is obligatory, in such wise that he who acts against his conscience always sins."
-Thomas Aquinas


It is not the sins that others accuse us of that hurts us the most. It is the sins we decide we have done, not because of any written law or code, but because something deep within us says this is not right for me. The accusers outside of ourselves we can often escape from. We can leave them behind, turn them out of our thoughts, or just tune them out. Our own conscience we can never escape. During the hours of our wakefulness we can distract such thoughts. Compartmentalize them to some little used section in our minds. Or just keep so busy we can not even think about much else than the task that we are on. At night when we sleep or even if we nap during the light the thoughts creep in about our sins we named for ourselves. The things we cannot forgive our self for or the things we refuse to let go. If we compare them to others, it makes no sense because we find the amount of importance we attach to our named sins means little to the other person. It makes us feel alone because we realize the only way to resolve such a thing has to come from within our self. The other can sympathize and empathize and provide roadways and paths for us deal with our named sin, but they cannot solve it or make it go away. The worse judgement comes not from others but our self. Redemption has to come from a realization with in our self that we are more than this body, but part of something larger and more ethereal. There is no running away from self only by embracing the darkness as being inherently human do we find peace and see the dark always gives way to the light.

It's a night without fireflies.

Maybe somewhere her fawn was here. Or maybe just an answer to what had happened. Theano did not hold out much hope and lacking any other idea what to do she decided to go back into the forest to seek shelter from the coming storm.

Theano turned and wandered back into the the ominous forest that was nearly as dark as the clouds over the bay. The storm sent out a cool breeze ahead that caressed the leaves which adult deer knew was a warning to find shelter----a small respite before the fury began. Theano was not frightened. Storms had always fascinated her. She was able to maintain calmness and peace while the forest thrashed and crashed about her. The fawn had changed that some what by making her a bit more tense as storms approached because it was no longer just about her. Theano always had managed to find shelter. She never failed to see the primitive beauty in the howling wind, rolling clouds, and pelting rain. At times it was almost cleansing.

As she continued to move through the tall trees despite the darkness the feel of the land brushing against her cinnamon fur began to feel familiar once more. The landscape morphed into the landmarks she had come to know and love in the endless forest. The large tree with its female like entrance was always a safe haven from any impending storm. As she passed the spigot like fountain where transformation occurred daily she sniffed the air and all ready sensed the cleansing had begun. Theano quickened her pace as the storm seemed to pick up speed with its breeze becoming many gusts much like an animal's breathe after a long run. The dark damp entrance beckoned her with its moisture. Theano slid into its darkness feeling safe and warm and loved. She quickly bedded down in a crevice far from any opening.