December 26, 2010 - 3:55pm — WandererTheSoul
Here's the story;
My Dog, George, 2 years old, Collapsed on 20th december, he had to be put on a drip and the vet said his kidney failed, or some thing, he was able to walk to the kennel okay but a few hours later
His body started to fail and they had to put him down.
2 years old.
my other Dogue de bordeuax is still in like a depressed mood and the family is depressed and dull as hell. ;x;
RIP George~
December 26, 2010 - 8:02am — Ekta
Greetings,
It looks like you have another young fawn to teach the ways of the deer. Wandering for days without food or water I became exhausted. I passed out beside an old oak and awoke later on in a world of great peace. I found water and food but I have yet to find guidance into the life of the deer. Perhaps some of the elders would teach me or perhaps another fawn will offer me some friendship? Basics can be posted here if your eager to teach me on my birthday. I'll take anything on my birthday after an exhausting adventure through the wilderness.
December 26, 2010 - 7:56am — firedance
Sorry guys *I know I never posted an official list so it does not matter really but I still feel bad*
Any Christmas gift art that I had planned to do for anyone will obviously be late so just consider them random gifts after this post I guess.
I still won’t be posting a list, but it’s a pretty safe bet that if you gifted me for Christmas you will get something in return, or simply if I just feel like drawing a certain character <3
work just didn’t allow me any free time to get much done 8\
Also im not being rude as much as I would love to do requests I just do not have the time ;;
December 26, 2010 - 3:09am — Rutilus
[=10]
It was a rainy night, you know. I still remember looking out at the windowpanes and seeing great droplets of water committing suicide, ending their lives as they had been forced to do. I remember taking one moment as a photograph in my head and keeping it for a while, my reflection looking tired and impatient in the window. I recall the sky that night, black clouds billowing and draping upwards to the velveteen abyss that hung above the rest of the world and I, the pale moon a signal, a mournful warning. I knew it would not be long until my fate was decided.
What you must know about me and the others is that our world is just like yours. Exactly the same, in fact, but the main difference is that in our world, black magic runs amok, white magic is scarce to come by, and our royalty is rather old-fashioned and traditional...at least, it was back then. I believe there have been stories written before about this world - something about a man that worked in a theatre, two friends united then lost, never to remember eachother, nightmares...Part of a dream I had, you know - but in my world, people call my dreams prophecies.
My name is, appropriately, Prophet. I have been a poet all my life and I hope to continue that, with or without my prophetical abilities. But I must be silent about my current state, for a little while.
As I said, it was a rainy night when they came for me. The guards took me, one for each arm, and they half-led, half-dragged me down the stone-walled corridor. I wasn't struggling. I was just too tired to try and walk properly. Prison food is not pleasant and as far as I know it never has been, not here. I closed my eyes as they dragged me, and I tried to summon the poet inside me, the one that I had been known as - but he would not surface. I felt hollow. I felt cold, inside and out. I felt dead already. And I felt even more extinct as I eventually looked up into the stone-cold eyes of the king of our time.
