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Solaya !!!

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Quammy!!!!

I got your Secret Santa gift today!! I hope you don't mind me posting pictures up!

Thank you for the drawings! These are wonderful, I'm almost literally drooling over them!





And the bonus one on the back XD



And the coins, candy, and deer figurine are great! I love collecting coins and things from other countries so these will go great with my collection!



Thank you again, Quammy! This is a great gift!
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Hey! My names deqae & I found this from deviantart & thought it was cool looking so yeah. I'm downloading the game now, uhhh, is there anything I need to know? I prolly sound nubtastic but I want to make sure I know about what it is I can do and stuff. I got the most of it from the site but yeah. Anyways, I want to meet new people and stuff so just let me know if you want to know more about me!

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Hey everyone im finally back in the forest Laughing out loud
but i also want to know how to get all the masks and antlers.any answers?
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MERRY CHRISTMAS :3

I had a splendid Christmas and I hope you guys all did too! Sorry I haven't blogged in a while, but I'm taking the time now to briefly show you the octopus I finally gave to my parents for Christmas (I already gave away the squids I made before I could take a picture Sticking out tongue)

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To Trigger_Mortis: Liëka has recieved Secret Santa package! :D

Apologies for talking all 3rd-personish in the title there, I just wanted to get my name in so it's easier to see.

Ahem.

Thank you so much Erin, Trigger! You are a blinkin' brilliant Santa, you've made me ridiculously happy. <3

Starting with the book, obviously that is fabulous. I've begun it already and it's going wonderfully. You can rely on Wodehouse. Laughing out loud And it is so sweet to see you tried to find geckos, the bookmark replacement is perfect! ^_^

The scarf, however, was an innovation. It's what I never realised I wanted, hee. We went to the theatre and I wore it to that, it is splendid and suits me and my wardrobe to a tee, which is pretty darned good for having never met!

Thank you also for practically writing a letter in the card, it's such a lovely personal touch.

I fear I enthuse too much, but really. Very happy over here. Smiling
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You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul

A man sat on the bench of a park, it was dark; about an hour or two past midnight, and clouds had hidden the moon and stars, save for a few rare patches in the sky were a few isolated stars shone with cold pinpoint light.
The grounds were empty. Completely deserted and still, as if untouchable by time.
Of course the ground were empty, it was freezing. Ice had glazed over the white snow which had fallen earlier. No grass was visible, the trees were stripped, vulnerable to the wind which whipped at their bark. You could hear them wail and cry as the wind rushed through the limbs of the trees.

On this cold wooden bench the man sat alone, he was crying.
Hot tears roll down his cheeks, they sting his eyes, they stain his face, they drip down his chin onto his lap.
Gloved fingers clutching pale blond hair.
His body heaves and shudders with his breathing.
He hunches over, cradling his head in his hands.
Why was he crying, he asked this to himself every time.
For nothing.
And absolutely everything.
Everything brought together and delivered in one upheaval of emotion. So many things at once that one single reason would not explain a fraction of it.
His lungs convulsed, and he choked as he struggled to take in air, unable to catch his breath.

It continued for a while.
It continued until he was subdued to nothing more than a few whimpers, as a few more burning tears crawled down his face, and his hands lay numbly in his lap.
His face was flushed, his eyes were drained to a dull shade.
He lifted the bottle from the ground next to him and took a few sips. He didn't have the energy to drink more, and dropped it into the crackling ice covered snow.

He turned himself to lay on his back, knees bent so he could fit on the bench. His face was towards the sky but his eyes were closed. The cold air froze against his slowly drying skin.
He was breathing.

Walking on water. Day #1 Try#122

Alright! This is my chance to be good at something in forest while I'm still a fawn! Here we go.

Day: 1 First day of practice on walking on water. I can do this no problem.. just give me a few minutes and I'll have this mastered in no time!

Try#: 122
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