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The Diary of Seed, 8-22-11

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Today, I awoke to find Walter, Gustiro, and Illrose (who I've been seeing often recently; I'm glad to make her acquaintence more) about. To my relief, and to the ease of my heart, Walter was in a good mood, especially when he saw me coming up. I appreciated the welcome, and to see his good side showing. Just like when it comes to drawing, the good side's the handsomest one, if he's curious. We messed around with Gustiro for a bit, before Walter had to go...

And then, as if waiting to lure me out, came Complex. I don't think I've seen her since my wedding -- over a year ago! And, of course, she was completely unprepared for being back. Somewhere along the way, she had lost her set. It was up to Illrose and I to get it back...And what a challenge it was. We had to change places to get the pelt spells from quite a few times. I swear, the forest's magic has its favorites, and my favorite pelt is not one of them. Still, no matter how long it took, we got the set together. She looks very much like her mother before she gets her pelt on... I... I may not have told this story, or perhaps I tell it every time I see her: I certainly think about it. But, on Peyton's doe day...All those years ago... When we were getting *her* set together... We ended up momentarily creating a combination like the one Complex has. That was the moment I realized I loved her, how absolutely stunning she looked in my pelt. And maybe it's because she's as infrequently-appearing as her mother was, but I always think that. It probably sounds a little creepy, but it's a string moment -- a moment that stretches across my body, and every now and then something will pull it taut and send it vibrating, ringing with love, in my soul. It's why, even if I wanted to stop loving someone, I can't. It's part of my living core, the fibers that make up my heart.

After that, we all sat down and eventually Illrose wandered off as Complex fell asleep.

{The archetypal axiom of virtuous vulgarity}


illustrative of superlative, dishonorable debauchery

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impressive bio title {Jude}




i had to make him a bio
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Wooot

It should be about 3 days till Zoro grows up! Yay!
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Concept

I have a new char design, but I can't decide what it should be. A wolf deer... Or a lion deer. Please post once on which you think it should be. Thank u!
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Where do you go... (artwork/writing challenge)

"...when you die...?"

As you might know, Quad has a power where he comes back to life when he dies. It is a blessing and a curse, as he is able to continue his life until his duties are fulfilled, but he experiences all the pain of death when he comes back.

But during those moments of death, where does he go? What does he experience? What does he see?

I'd like to see your thoughts of this, your interpretation of that stage of death. I've never made a definite experience, and who knows...maybe he experiences this state differently each time he's died.

Any media is welcome (photomanip, Harmony, sketch, drawing, abstract art) as well as writings. Aside from that, please use your imagination to create the experience.

I'll return the favor for any of these done by writing you a poem in return. Please let me know if there's someone in particular you'd like for the poem.

If you need any specific information about Quad, let me know. I can also give suggestions or somewhere to start but really I'd like to see what you guys come up with. Also if you need a specific screenshot of Quad somewhere in the Forest, let me know and I'll get it to you as soon as I can. Just say "take a screenshot of Quad sitting (standing/sleeping/rearing/ect) at [insert place here]"



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"Even after death..." by QuadRaptor
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Beginning of the End - III

Part three of act one
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The Pirate's Heart (for Kaides)


The Pirate's Heart
Splashing over capsized logs
with sails made out of leaves:
enduring hidden chuckles, puzzled eyes.

She endures the windless days,
the current of the water that only pulls you downward
or leaves her banked on muddy shores.

She floats adrift, seeing land all around her,
but she'll remain on her heart as she sinks:
the courage of a pirate
in a world without the sea.



((This is a gift-poem for Kaides. Sorry if it's not quite to your liking, Beaumont: it was the first idea that sprang to mind. I can try again...))
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