This is mine

"Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz."

Another Iugulare writing...though this time it is directed to you, the reader. Enjoy

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I GOT MY LETTER FROM THE ART AKADEMY, AND I AM IN, AND I M SO HAPPY AND CAN'T STOP WRITING LIKE THIS, YAYAYAYAYAY!

"You are currently not connected.
Network Status: None.
There are currently 0 players connected."

This issue has surfaced uninterrupted for nearly four days straight.
I have disabled/enabled firewalls.
My connection is perfectly fine.
I have re-installed TEF.
I am running on Windows XP.

I dont know what to do anymore errgghhh. My whole getting into TEF to film shit is critical. But if I cant.
Then nothing happens with ravenflight. and I cant finish the plot.

I want to see if Im not the only one with this issue, or my internet is somehow affecting it.

I was smolderlng then you breathed deep
May your soul be free now my smoke is sweet

The fawn cried out in exhaustion and loneliness, her eyes dripping glossy tears that were beginning to wear away her skin in chapped lines. The tears were hot, they stung and she could not stop crying. Little blackened spots dotted her path where the tears littered the ground, glistening before fading in puffs of blue smoke.

Gods, the tears BURNED! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CURSE ME, MOTHER? FATHER, WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY? The fawn choked, crying out to the heavens and her parents. Upset and tired, the fawn collapsed to the moss of the forest, her tears finally exhausted to nothing. Unwilling to go in to the light to replenish herself in full, Phion fell asleep in a dim ray of forest sun, slowly building strength so that she would not have too much again.

Her curse was painful, you know... She can't hold too much light at once... or she will release it and cause power to explode out of her eyes, her mind, her body, destroying anything that comes in contact with it. She knew that the powers were given to her to save the forest and its creatures, but this fumbling that she was doing in an attempt to control them was atrocious. Brush and flowers sprung up where she layed, causing the young doe to sneeze violently. Soon, the dust coated her fur again so heavily that she had to stand and shake it off, gold pluming around her like feathers. And her head itched.... her spine itched... little spikes grew like pins from her scalp and spinal-area, itching and becoming longer by the day, starting to rupture as she rubbed them on trees and showing soft down.

Feathers were a pain.... life was a pain.... being a God-Child was a pain....

another tiny cry sounded, frustratedly echoing through the forest's loneliest parts.

I just recently decided to make another character. Her name is Ignaciaqua, which is actually two names combined together- one meaning fire, and the other meaning water. I'm currently making a bio for her, which will clear a lot of things about her up.

Anyways, Ignaciaqua is a dragon, so I try to make her look dragon-ish. She can change into two types of dragons (once again the bio will clear this up), but since she will be a fawn/baby dragon for a month, it'll be quite difficult to change, so I'll make her stay as one type of dragon for now- a water dragon. So I need the green scaly pelt (whatever it's called, help me out Honeyfur! lols), the beluga mask, and the antelope horns. She'll be waiting at the pond, as a fawn (hey that somewhat rhymes).

So I noticed that bandwaggon fluttered by again. I never jumped it before, but I've always been somewhat curious...

So, what exactly do people think about some of my OC Derps. (Not the fan-derps.)
Note I actually have a lot more than I'm listing, but they've been inactive so long that I'm certain no-one would remember them.

Zergarikiaka - The Happy, Hyper, Random ball of hyperactivity.
Mar Sart - The shy genious.
Darkweaver - The Cursed Demon.
Laghodessa - The Fallen Angel/Murdered Doe.
Archelius - The Nomadic Necromancer.
Spill - Madness Incarnate. B|

My stomach is making noises, and it feels weird in a bad way. Apart from that I had a great day today. In school amlost everybody in the sewing workshop - where I work - was in a dancing mood. Or at least the ones I like the most. The food wasn't good, but it rarely is. And I got painted in the face! The graphic workshop was practising face painting so they can paint children for money in the center as a part of the Kenya project we have. They asked for some "voluntary faces", and I love to get painted, so I said yes. I became a red Gene-Simmons-look-a-like butterfly with matching red/black striped stockings and a t-shirt with the word "DEAD" written in blood. It's an old t-shirt, so I thought it could be fun to wear. And Mufazzal had fun too. He was playing and frog-dancing with a grown up deer with brown pelt, real deer mask and antlers. I hope we'll meet again.

And now I'll go to sleep.
Godnight and see you tomorrow!

Ok. . . so I cannot escape my picture problem. Apparently I'm just as bad on games as I am in the real world. So I figured I would do a little something to utilize a good chunk of TEF screenies. I'm usually too lazy to pull up photoshop and I find it much easier to use a few simple online editors when I have such an accumulation of photos since my snapshot finger is out of control. Which, they work just fine and have the few simple effects I'd like for this blog.

Right now I'm only putting up one. Whoever this is, I'm not sure..lol. . but feel free to post. I make this for any TEF or outdoor enthusiasts. Imagine walking acres through the woods (a magical forest that is) once or twice a week, keeping close with you your (old) Polaroid camera, sketchbook/journal, and taking along some trail cams to set up along the way. What might you capture on your journey to take home with you? Well this is that journal that you find yourself scribbling in and hastily taping pictures upon. . .
Keep an eye out . . .you might just find a remnant of a familiar face : )

In this blog I will add photos or cam shots, as well as journal entries around them. When I add a new photo I will put the number in parenthesis in the title, such as (2) or (3) and so on. . . so everyone may know when something new is added in case they would like to check it out. . .as it just as well may be you lurking behind an old oak in one of my photos or starring in my journal entry from my glorious hike! When I add a new photo it will be at the top, so there will be no having to scroll for those who have already seen the photos before.

After this week, as I will need to figure out how to go about it best, I'd like to turn this into an interactive blog, so as to hear the daily tales of others as they stop to rest their feet beside the wooded trail!

Happy Hiking!!