Hello everyone, this is WolfieGirl (Desk's my deer's name) c: this is my second account, to keep my second deer, Solarity at > U < I'd like some help getting her set, if anyone's willing to help~? c:

This is the set I'd like her to have:

> U < thank you~

This is amazing. It's... Oh my word. Eye feast.

Check out this panorama.

MIND=BLOWN.

http://priteeboy.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d339ct2

Listening to this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-ExXFoGeOQ

Name: Silent
Age:calf-very young (for now)
Gender: Female
Personality: Likes to be in the company of other deer, and is friendly to those she meets. (This doesn't mean she'll be friendly to those who jump out of no where and be aggresive >.>) She can't wait to grow up, and is very curious about things. She is adventurous and loves to explore with others.

(wasn't able to get a screenshot of her yet)

Look ma! I didn't wait forever this time! 8D

BWAHAHAHAHAA!!! I'M COMING BACK!!!!
Will be updating this quick as silver.

I'm so tired. D:
Haven't been in the forest in a long while, simply because I feel too stressed to just sit back and relax.

I guess this is a point where you worry. Will try to fix this... soon...ishly.

[=10]
It was the hardest moment of his life, watching her leave. More difficult to accept than when he realised he was bound to a single tiny building for the rest of his life. More crushing than her refusal to marry him. More frightening than the notion of having a child.

A soft, broken groan slid from the man's mouth, hands gripping at carrot-coloured hair, fingers curled around the greasy strands. They tried to slide from his grasp; he held them still tighter. He gave a shudder and sucked in a breath, trying so very hard to think.

His once-love was a woman of her word, and this tension had been building for a long time now. It had only been a matter of waiting for it, the last straw to break the camel's back, the one thing that would finally make her go. Love, if she even felt it for him, if she ever really had, would not bring her back.

Crippling, to think that the woman carrying his first and now only child, might never have loved him in the first place. But she had been good, once. She had been...someone. But since she'd bound him to that place, she'd changed. Become someone else. Guilt? No. Never. She didn't feel it. What drove her was determination; power; the knowledge that she could do as she wished.

And she would not let her failed, trapped, weak 'lover' stop her from becoming what she wished to become. He knew that. He'd known that from the start, and not once had he tried to get in her way. Perhaps he'd been afraid. Did that make him a coward?

Ven was no average woman. She was cruel; she was distant; she was twisted and she was no-one else's, owned by none but herself. And he, silly and naive, had thought that she could love him. He'd sacrificed everything he had to bring her to their new home, to support them. And she repayed him by binding him to one building for eternity, and leaving him childless.

Auburn eyes watched the long blade in his hand. It was not a sword, nor a dagger; nothing so meaningful as that.

Hiii. This is a boring blog entry... Just wanted to see if anyone wanted to say hi or something P: Yeah, it's four AM, i'm working on Rannoch's bio. I think a lot of you will be surprised by his story c':

The other day I went to my local grocery store and had to pick up some deli meat. I approached the counter and asked for a pound of ham and a pound of turkey.

While I waited, I looked at all the different kinds of meat there. Turkey, chicken, beef, pork, salami, and so on.

It took me a moment to understand what I was actually looking at. Animals. I'm so used to looking at the meat in the deli and meat departments as nothing more than globs of protein that I often forget what these sources of food truly are. The same can be said any time I eat chicken nuggets or pizza with pepperoni on it.

It isn't my intention to be impolite to these creatures. I just forget. We all sometimes forget.

It simply takes a strong heart to remember.

I may never know what it is like to be an animal. I dream of it as many do, wondering what it would be like to live in an open plain where I could live off of grass and enjoy the gentle breeze. I dream of looking to the sky and wondering what clouds are, and having a moment of triumph protecting myself from a predator such as a wolf or a coyote.

I dream of life as simple, not so complex as I understand it now. I know that to some, that would be an odd request - to refuse wanting to learn vast amounts of knowledge rather than wanting to understand anything and everything. I'd rather be able to live off of instinct than knowledge.

I begin to realize how many chickens, turkeys, cows, and pigs lose their lives to feed our country. I think about all of the grocery stores, fast-food chains, and restaurants there are in America. It's impossible to even imagine.

My order of ham and turkey meat is handed to me. And as I place them in my shopping cart, I look back at the packaged globs of protein behind the glass there. I simply forgot what you were.

I may never know what it is like to be an animal, but I do think that those behind the case would prefer their bodies be used and eaten than go to waste.