So I decided to create an OOC character. He will be based off of an old friend of mine, someone very special to me before I came to TEF and met Quad.
His name is
Victor and he is a goat plush I found at a thrift store many years ago. Whether it was destiny or just chance that I found him, I will never know...
I was walking toward the back of the store where the toys and things were at when a lady that worked there was putting stuffed animals on the shelves. I saw her put a goat on the pile and walk away. He immediately caught my eye, and I quickly took him.
Ever since then, goats had become my favorite animals, and Victor was my protector. I even wrote old stories about him. Here's a brief summary, along with some other stuff after:
He was born mute, and after finding a Native American shaman, he was given healing powers. He was eventually captured and taken to a testing facility (I named it "Diamond Labs" after the company that made him, Diamond Toys), where he was a subject to cruel tests. Due to his own healing ability, he would recover from the experiments, but still would suffer. Kind of ironic that Quad is much like that too.
I never wrote the stories but that was the gist of it. He met a female goat at the facility, who had also met the Native American shaman and was given her own healing powers, and the two of them attempt to break out, only to be easily caught and made an example of. They are both about to be killed when the military discover the cruel testing that was going on and halt their plans.
August 26, 2011 - 5:09am — Ani
Hello there! I feel kind of bad that everyone on here has given me so much stuff and friendship and i have not given them anything in return! It makes me feel kind of like a loser because all of you out there are working hard to please others. I would like to do just that also. As you probably have noticed, i am a failure at art. You most likely will not see me posting anything under the picture categories except screenshots, the only thing i can manage to work with. SO, i noticed that I have a passion for writing. When I get into something, (especially a game!), I like to work with it and get creative. Therefore, I would like to make a writing blog. You can give me pretty much anything you want me to write about; your deer, pets, life, etc. and I will do my best to paint a picture in your head. Writing is one of my hobbies, even at a young age. You may or may not want a young teen like me to write for you. I am going to do my best to convince you:
- I have worked on a story about my deer already
- This is my second year taking an advanced english course
- I once wrote a 26 page paper on word about an interesting story but stopped because it related too much to another book. I am planning on remodeling this.
- I need something to write about!
Sometimes even I get bored. Sometimes I get writers block. Sometimes I need someone to bring me back on track. Maybe YOU will be that someone to get me writing a creative story.
These writings could take up to one day to seven. I have a life outside of the forest so be patient. Not to mention school (which is literally taking up my life with so much homework!) But I will do the best I can to please you. When I finish a request, I will make a blog under Writing to post it in. The link will be posted also.
XOXOXO,
animalluvr
Requests:
BouncyDeer1~Natali;Working on now don't worry
Status:Written, editing now. Probably will be up tomorrow.
Here it is!
August 26, 2011 - 3:21am — Honeyfur
Yep, I'm taking a break from here. Don't know how long, but it's hard to stay away from TEF for very long for me, so expect me back within a month or so. If you really want to know the reason for my hiatus, I'll be on MSN...otherwise it'll look as if I'm seeking attention.
Goodbye for now, I'll miss you all <3
August 26, 2011 - 12:50am — Calmarinian
Quatar glowered at the blue backed fawn on the grass. This was stupid. Why am I so mad? I have no real reason to be. It's not like the little whelp did anything to me. Damnit! Get a hold of yourself!! Silently admonishing himself, Quatar shook his antlered head in frustration. This was getting him nowhere. Turning his face skyward, sniffed at the flower scented night air. Peaceful. But why? Why such unrest within my soul? Why am I in such turmoil?
The heavens lay dark in the great expanse above as the many ancient souls glittered. What is it? What secrets do you wield that I should be so troubled? I don't understand.
It had been years since he had felt such foreboding. Blessed with the gift of the heavens? Was that a gift? The ability to feel the magic of the Fathers? Was it not better to live out ones life in ignorant bliss? And now the sudden appearance of this blue backed fawn. Were the Fathers trying to warn him? But what great troubles were to come to the Celestial Forest? The most sacred of forests.
Gazing up at the Souls of the Fathers, questioned aloud. "I have been the Forest Guardian of this sacred place for nigh unto an hundred millenia. And I am no longer young. Why? Why does these troubling times come in my era? Do you wish to punish me for something wise Fathers? No. I know, I know. Ye do not control the wrongs of this world. Ye were tasked with one thing and one thing only by the Divine Ones, to watch over the Children of the Forests. I know. All too well. Such a simple command, and yet so hard. And what am I? A go between? A prophet? Hardly. A guardian. Yes. I know what I am. I have been this for so many years. And yet I still find it such a heavy burden. Oh, but I'm prattling at myself. Never mind. Never mind." Sighing heavily, Quatar felt suddenly tired, feeling my age probably, and nestled down into the tall swaying grass.
August 25, 2011 - 11:58pm — Calmarinian
I sit and listen the nightingales calling, my heart leaping with every dawning.
My body a tingle with every falling, to sing in the dark of every porling.
In the dark of night awake, the dancing souls in the heavens bait,
And I feel alive in memories wake, to live and love another mate.
In the silence that falls a sunder, falling like a roar of thunder,
I listen to the others calling, like a birch tree sudden falling.
Calling me to join the dance, in a line of perfect prance,
In the silence dim, like a minstrels waking dawn,
I sit and listen to the nightingales calling,
Calling for the faithful souls a home.
Well that sucked, but for a first try, it ain't too bad. Not too bad at all. Oh well. I guess you could say that I ain't that good at poetry. And in truth, I stink.
