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I do believe...

...that I am back. c:
GingerNut's picture

The third of a four part story || "Race"

You heard right. Click eet 8D
Alexlothr's picture

Website?

Just found out...
My fawn grew up!

So... now I guess I'll need some kit...
Easy enough...

*poof*
Kutanra's picture

Who are these deer?

These are some deer I have met in the woods, if you see yourself here, I would love to say hi Smiling
z.m123's picture

Merry X-Mas.

I just want to say merry X-mas to you guys because I don't know If I'll come back... My forest doesn't work anymore either...
Yes, I'm leaving. Maybe I'll come back or maybe not

But you can meet me on Transformice with the name 'Caylynn'.

Merry X-mas & happy new year ♥

[*Curry*] WIP




--------------------------------------------------Dum dadi do--------------------------------------------------

Curry hails from Ireland, a place where being drunk is actually permitted by law. Certainly Curry would do such things. But on most nights, Curry isn't chugging down strange liquors in random containers. Curry is the type to venture into things that it knows it shouldn't. Curiosity is a good word for the peculiar fellow. A unique way of looking at the world is the way to go. Even if hellbent on certain obscure ideas, Curry is convinced their way is the right way.


-------------------------------------------------Appearance----------------------------------------------------

Curry's antlers are decorated with red flowers, adding a hint of femininity but also giving it a decorated appearance. The antlers themselves come straight from Curry's noggin, branching outward in a bent U-shape. Some kind of paint adorns Curry's face. His fur is a deep russet brown, covered in lighter tan speckles upon his rear end.


------------------------------------------------Personality------------------------------------------------------

Happy go lucky and full of cheer, Curry is an excited and rowdy deer. Well that rhymed...anyway. Curry will do all it can to make sure that people know it exists. Acting out, being shameless, it's certainly the way things go. Curry can also be very quiet and shady. For the sake of being just plain strange, Curry likes to paint with his hooves. Any color imaginable will decorate the ground and trees. An obscure Irish accent paints Curry's voice. Curry is rather young, in its twenties.

Question to artists/viewers of art.

I see a lot of artists on this site advertising the fact that their work is bad.
Even before you can see the picture, you are being informed it is bad.

Do you find this takes away from your experience of the artwork?
Does it make you feel the work is better, in comparison to the bad artwork you were expecting?
Do you as an artist find yourself calling your artwork bad?
Does this sort of thing impact your views of the artist themselves?
Do you not care at all?

I am curious, and simply want to know.
I also understand not everyone has confidence in their artistic ability, this blog isn't necessarily a criticism of this trend, I simply want to know how it effects people and how they experience art.

edit: guh riddled with typos, my apologies.
samibec's picture

~In a time with no trust~(A Rp. Feel free to join!)

Am'iira disdainfully stepped quietly through the trees, half hanging her head in shame. I was used. He didn't love me. Why would he defend me against those other deer? The snow under her hooves gave a crunchcrunchcrunch as she broke the top layer of ice. Spots of red accompanied the hoofprints behind her, the path leading from the terrible forest she once came from, into a new one.

Beaten and bloody, she made her way to the giant tree that others sought out for warmth. Other deer stared at her as she lay herself down, most openmouthed and disgusted. Some even left; but that didn't bother her, this happened on a normal basis. She was often shunned and ignored for her gray/white pelt, but she saw others as they left that bore the same colors. Were they not shunned for this?

"...Dangerous.... Bloody..... smells terrible...."

She leaned on giant root beside her body and let out a sigh, closing her eyes. She was exhausted. A new forest, new deer. New individuals to interact with. She heard it was a place of peace. She may as well start new, right? Why not?

With a sigh, she placed her head down on the hard ground and closed her eyes. She felt exausted, but sleep would not come; so she just decided to lie there.

karakula's picture

First footprint.

Hola :redface: & Hello. Soy nueva por estos lares misteriosos. Me llamo Carla. Descubr'i este lugar en un sitio interesante, as'i que pens'e que este tambi'en lo ser'ia, viendo, adem'as, su pinta extraña.
No tengo mucha idea de lo que se hace. ¿Alguien podr'ia ayudarme?
El programa no me funciona muy bien tampoco> no se inicia directamente, tengo que trastear un poco con las teclas para que cargue.
¿No hay chat? Es algo curioso, porque te obliga a comunicarte con los gestos del animal, ¡es muy curioso! Es un juego relajante. Me gusta, pero quiero conocer qu'e funciones m'as tiene.
Por cierto, ¿qu'e puedo hacer para crecer?, ¿y para cambiar la piel y las m'ascaras?
Gracias.

Hi everydeers! I also speak English, a little.
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Little project: MrsMorbid.

odosketch for MrsMorbid under the cut.
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