Avena is bored, in a happy playful mood, meet her at the forest to play? (:
Its a one in a lifetime chance, i can tell you that!

Just find her picto, and ill find yours

Is there a specific blog for each herd? if there is how do i find it?

My finger is probably dislocated (little finger) and it hurts much.
Do you know about anything that helps? (Yes, I now that you should put ice on)
Help will be greatly apprecieated(however you spell it)

Edit: Well, it was broken and dislocated D'8, the doc's sedated my finger, putted it back to place then putted it in gypsum. I am so lucky 'cuz I write with my right hand and now it's gypsed. Yay

Do you got any tips for picto's that won't spread?

Name: Starveil
Age: Baby/Fawn
Personality:
A fun-loving deer, but sometimes a loner. Likes to travel but also likes to play. Wants to make friends and explore the forest. When she grows up she wants an awesome coat. She is quiet but very social at times.

Where to Locate Her:
Anywhere, she usually doesn't stay in one place. She goes to the pond a lot though, to find other deer to play with.

Come find me in the forest

(Still getting used to the controls in this game, so bear with me!)

Just wanted to say hi.

Starveil

hi i am Keeta. I am new here and i would like to join a herd. if someone could help me figure this out i would be so happy! I also cant figure out how to be a doe or if i am one. could someone explain that?



never mind about that! sorry i know now! but i still need to know how to join a herd! thanks!

Notes: Darkness, oak, forest, free, life, soul, religion, monks
When the life force leaves the shell
When the soul loves life
Where does it go

::Christmas Spirit II::

With in the deepest forest
A Fine old stag strides through the mists,
The shadows of his past dance around him.
He blinks back a tear as white fawn leaps out infront of him and fades back in to the mist.
"Ivy" he wishpers to the mist "daddies comming"
Not long now

The forest begins to spread out. He stands on a hill, in front of him a thick fog covered valley.
around him Doe's, fawns and stags, bound past down in to the thick fog to the valley below, Thier snow white pelts shimmering fading fading.

It takes time for the stag to rach the bottom of the valley,
Each step more painful than the next
His body shakes with exersion.
Not long now

Not far a young doe stands
She paws the ground turns and leaps in to the thickening mist.
"Misteltoe" The old stag whispers "wait grandads comming"

The stag stumbles foward
Time seems to no longer execist
Then a shadow looms out in front of him
A mighty collasus of stone
He stands uneasy
His breath comming in short bursts

A old Hind Steps from the stones
She turns her head towards him and whispers like slik "Come winter Come home" then turns and slowly walks back to the stones.
"Holly" He whispers, a faint smile on his face " I've missed you so. My mate my love"
The stag follows following the Hind
In to the fog
In to the stone

Upon a stone alter
An Old stag lays
His body
A shell
Left for Decay

High above the stone and the Fog
Deep in the woodland
A Stag gallops free
Shimmering, white
With His family

A spirit, so strong a Spirit now free
Free to be with all free deer
His family

Draw my Beautiful Avena for me?
Her Bio: HERE! (:

If you could, I would sooo Appreciate it to everyone that trys.. I would pay you soo much if i could but.. all i can say is
thank you (: