I look at the wide plain of deeply green and silk-soft grass
I watch the swaying tree tops, slowly stretching to the sky
I feel the rising wind, with a fragrance of approaching autumn
And the golden leaves fall - as if they're tears of the forest
Soon the frost shall caress our home and soon the snow will be falling
And I hear the winds growing in strenght
soon wolves will be calling
And I go to sleep until spring returns.
Yep, free art. Its almost my birthday and I feel like celebrating by giving someone some free arts.
First one to post WITH a ref of their deer gets it!! Good luck!!
[=crimson]Perhaps it is too much to force myself to continue these writings. So much time has begun to lapse between each entry... However, they do help maintain the memory. Such has been growing fuzzy lately. If anything, it might be necessary to write more now, than before. I'll have to think about this.
Now, when did I write last? There is some catching up to do, text wise.
I have encountered Nightmare recently. He chose to join me by Laghodessa's gravesite until Walter came around and had me follow him away. He was quick to lead the way to where Burrow, Ephra, and a select few others had gathered. We all sat together and conversed for a time. It was good to see Burrow again, after so much time. The same can be said about Walter and Ephra. Such are those who deserve respect. After a short time, Walter departed from the group, presumably to fetch another deer. Nightmare located the group, and I left to meet with him.
We had a friendly spar, both to relieve stress on one end and stretch the stiff and tired body of another. Hnn... Perhaps the spar could have lasted longer, but I chose not to over-do it with this deer. After all, we had an audience, and it would have been unwise to cause much harm.
After the spar had ended and the group broke up, I retired to the ruins. It was not long before that hunger rose again once there, and after leaving poppies at Lagho's gravesite I left the sacred grounds to hunt.
Much unlike the previous hunt, this one bore success. Once again I found a stag sleeping alone in the forest. Again, it was one with mighty horns... the kind I would rather have broken and left in shambles. With care, I stepped around the sleeping stag, looking around for potential observers. The air carried no scents of nearby deer or fawns, and the stag showed no sign of waking. With the opportunity now opened, I lowered my head and sunk my teeth into his throat. One quick yank would be all it took to snatch life from the sleeper.
Adele
the red deer was sitting by the blue bowl looking like... she was talking to some one but who... she turned around and then she saw you..
Carina
the little doe was dancing. having fun in the sun.. then she heard a voice.... she turned around there you where she just smiled ''wanna dance'' she said with a little smile...
a little short but if you wat to rp with another of my deers ust say i have plent ^^
