..Called Miss Russia. What the hey. I was born there. ;P

What d'you want her to be like?

Chapter one The discovery.
As the sun fell in the west,Arneck watched the blushing cheek pink wave around the golden orange circle he breathed in the smell of the flowers.Arneck was about to ask a loving stag he met that offered him to be his dad that said he would lead him through the life of a fawn about where they should sleep to night in the forest when,all of a sudden he noticed a glimmer of green.Even though the grass hid it most, his fawn eyes could see it.Dad.He said to his father Dresterwet who was a protector of the forest.Dresterwet protected the balance of life and death when they heard from a deer who had the power to contact the gods that the balance was falling more to death or life.If it was far from life they did the spell they were gifted with to cure a sick deer,keep one from dieing of old age and more.When the balance was far from death they used there powers to not have any fawns enter the world.Yes said his father.What is that glimmer?His dad hesitated for a moment.Unlucky for his dad he could tell when he tried to hide something.He knew his dad knew something about it,but he didnt talk about it any more.When they were sleeping in the human world it was only 10 A.M.Two hunters went to hunt some game.They went to hunt in there favorite spot which they liked to call game rock.The hunter who had asked his friend,Paul to come with saw a picture carving of a deer bowing at a statue they hadnt seen before.(The statue was the one were the deer bowed at the twin gods)Thats when he touched the statue and so did Pauls friend Mark,had ended up some where they never heard of.

To be continued in chapter two Endless forest is in the bad time of death.

Every day here a new chapter i make after school.No rude comments.I worked hard on this!If you want to add an idea for the next chapter.

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The last of October. Lots of Halloween-related fun in these, and...as usual, there's a lot. (Close to 50, depending on how many I deem "not worth showing".)

When the world feels like it's coming down on you
When the future is frightening and uncertain
When the past continues to haunt you
When the last bit of confidence you have fades
When you struggle to see yourself
When you find yourself shrouded in darkness
Remember that you have me
I am always the warmest light
I am always a body for you to rest upon
I am always here



Always

Do you draw
Do you write

Do you Role play
Do you fight

Do you comment
Or only watch

Do you tell tales of Characters Brave and bold
Or little rascels loved by young and old.

Do you post often
Do you post rarely

Do you find some posts scarry? (due to the fact they involve a fairy)

What ever you do no matter what
some thing some seem to have forgot
is that what ever you say about someones work
Please be polite
Don't be a jerk

We are not all shakespears nor piacassos blue (I can't spell but u get my drit)
But constructive comments
are what we should do.

For how can we develope
Or increase our skills
If all we hear is dark swill.

So what ever you see what ever you think
How would you feel if it was said to you!
Would you cry
would you boo
would you make acusations too?
At who at what... I bet you forgot!

Do you row wih yourself as two differnert characters,
Does your Character speak for you
do you crave atention from all around.
Or be happy in the stew.

Does it matter if comments come,
by ones, twos, or 100's
Sometimes work is behond words, or actions it's so strong
No comments does not mean no one likes
They just dont know what to say.
So never see no comments
in a negitive way.

One person is not King or queen
One person only has one voice.
No one rules.
That's against the rules.
No one speaks with the voice or others. One is not WE or US
Only the owner owns there voice speaks there words ...... feels their hurts.

There is a diverse group here some good some bad no matter what though we are a communitee..............We can only do our best to be the best we can..

The wolves will howl
And I will listen
To their mournful cries
To the lions beastlly rawr
Will I proceed with caution
But whose to say
That I am to stop for forever
Surely the thorns
Will scratch my skin
And blood will be shed
But thats not so different from others on there journey in life
Here I stand
But a speck of sand along with the rest
I give my all
And stay true to myself and my beliefs
It would be all to easy to strike back
But it takes a stronger will to hold back
To restrain the claws and the fangs
That would love to lash
And sink deep beneath the skin
But they don't
The owner takes heed to keep calm
But also will speak to defend in all honerable ways possible.
Like a mother bear looking after her cubs
Must we all look after our hearts
And defend them honerably.