Hmm.. I have some time, and I could draw some deers, so if someone is interested I can do a request.
One important thing is that I need some picture(reference) of your deer. I'll open request for three persons first - if interest will be bigger then I'll think about more requests. You can request your deer or your friend.
To do:
1.Juniper for Alinaquil.
2.Steve for ickydog.
3.Raphael for RagingRiot.
Additionally:
- Brooklyn for KonohaHiiragi
- Naomi for Midnightrose (Sorry that you had to wait so long, I hope you like it)
- 6 for HellsBells
I don't mean to sound picky but, i think there should be female deer, considering most of the people who play this game are girls. I want to know what you all think, if you agree, or disagree
I really wish we could chat in the Forest, i just want to say hi sometimes, Plus, i want to communicate with friends, because if you want someone to follow you or something you can't say anything. Hopefully in the next version of it, you can chat
I took a couple of minutes of each other's drawings actually landed on his back mountain I wanted to show it is not true I tried to show rajzoltamde azoknakakik their lives have never seen such a thing is not whether you like them and do not steal
Se you'r later!
please forgive me and Willow, we havent been able to go pn the internet for ages because it broke! I will be on most of the week so if you want to find me check one of my blog's (the one with the pictogram link in) and then find me near the lake. look for my pictogram sign!
Day 1:
I am a fawn.
Met three friends today, one was a big rabbit.
We ran around and changed the other deers pelts while they were sleeping, but they didn't seem to mind.
I hope I see my friends again, but I'm afraid the next time I return I wont recognize them. I plan to spend time away to familiarize myself with the forest and the others in the community.
Tired now.
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Exchanging hands, passing secrets. He let them slip through his grasp the way water will fall between stones, rivers, a roof of wet. He watched them swirl and twirl down a drain called life, an experience you can't take back.
There's no right way to rewind this tape, to get back the days you've left behind. And even if it is a living legacy, it never looks good in reverse.
So he let the minutes tick by on an unforgiving clock, admiring the cuts they made in the fabric of time, a mantle he was slowly collecting across his broad shoulders. It was amazing to see it all.
It was amazing to live it, love it, let it pass him by like a whore on the corner.
One he never paid for.
At the end of it all, the days gone by, he'd fold that cloth up, a neat bundle kept in a closet, a child's old toys no longer played with. He'd never take them down, look them over. This wasn't a book full of pictures, a photogenic album of yesterday for him.
His indifference meant that he put it all away with finality, with a deliberate feeling of 'doneness'.
Every time he shut the closet door, locking away the nightmares and dreamscapes, the beasts that hide between the cracks of a child's wardrobe?
I will be on most of the week so if you want to find me check one of my blog's (the one with the pictogram link in) and then find me near the lake. look for my pictogram sign!
