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October 20, 2010 - 5:20pm — faunet
I was thinking that if i dont use my deer Faunet soon ill take her out blagh

Anyway anyone want to rp with her?
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Upon the Wings of Peregrine (For Dag)

October 20, 2010 - 4:43pm — quadraptor
In the deepest parts of the Forest
A friendly face watches from
Upon the wings of peregrine.
Resting next to a lone
Dandelion, which guards his soul.
As a symbol of honor, wisdom,
Gallantry, Duty, and many more,
Never will he break his code, he is
In humble service to the Twin Gods.
Reaching and inspiring so many others,
Endlessly he walks the Forest with pride.

I hope you don't mind I used Dag's bio as inspiration for this.

Lurking Closer

October 20, 2010 - 9:22am — BrokenTransmission51
CSS under the cut.

Character developement blog-laa

October 20, 2010 - 5:16am — Kittyo8
still messing with stuff
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A Memory Returns

October 20, 2010 - 4:55am — Pretzil
"I didn't want to remember..."

Mimi story..
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Willing to do sig durr

October 20, 2010 - 4:41am — Pretzil
With no chargeeeeee 8B

Just post what deer you want to request and leave a bio link or (if at hand) a ref sheet

♥
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Something in the air.

October 20, 2010 - 4:15am — BrokkenSaint

The morning air was still, like before a storm. A section of the pond bank was unnaturally quiet,
no frogs hopped,
nor did a breeze slither though the stunted cats tails. Even the water in this section was like
polished glass, it didn't lap at the bank as it usually did.

A loud crack, like thunder broke the stillness. Small at first, but growing bigger was a hot
white light. In a matter of seconds it grew from a pinpoint to a mini sun, without all the
heat. There was a vibration in the air, like a hum if one listened hard enough. A limp
form slipped from the large ball of light, it was a mere silhouette.

>More Under Cut<
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The Encounter. [Syringe and Tabiu fanwriting.]

October 20, 2010 - 2:34am — Emerald
A leaf cracked as it was crushed with a blunt hoof. More met their fate soon after, their broken forms laid out in an orderly trail. Wisps of cold air blew out from the nostrils of a young fawn, back still coated in neat white spots. Eyebrows creased in irritated concentration, he stalked along. 'It's freezing.' he scowled, making a show of blowing out even more cold air. Oh how he despised this weather. Another form walked silently past him, though it appeared to have not seen him yet. Syringe blinked and cocked his head, watching the figure get smaller and smaller. He made the decision to follow, and bounded after the tall grasses. Following a few feet behind, he took extra care not to make himself noticed.

He got a good look at the stag in front of him, whom was quite large and intimidating. Gray hairs flowed into place on his body, small scars were encrypted into his thighs and lower legs. They didn't seem to be caused by another deer, but... His thoughts were brought to a halt when a loud snort blasted into his ears. The young fawn shrank back, then jerked his body upright again defensively. The stag was staring at him, displeasure clearly written across his features. His stare was menacing, but most horrific of all was the tightly wrapped fabric across his mouth. It drew his lips together in an uncomfortable looking way, and there were hints of blood on the dull yellow cloth. Syringe dared to snort back, focusing on the others eyes rather than the deformed mouth. The grayish eyes glared back, and narrowed as the stag came closer, chest puffed out in warning. The fawn stayed put, determination rooting him into the ground. Confusion took the stag, and he gingerly sniffed the fawn's scent. 'Never smelled him before.' he thought, and shook his head. Nodding once, he turned his back to Syringe and settled on the dry dirt of the Birch Forest. The fawn plopped down right beside him, their fur lightly touching.
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A Simple Act of Kindness (Non-TEF Shortstory)

October 19, 2010 - 11:55pm — quadraptor
*Might be too mature for younger readers or those who have lost pets before*

Beep...beep...beep...beep...

The rhythm was steady, a monitor displayed that his heart rate was elevated but not strained. The deer's eyes opened just slightly, he couldn't keep them open for very long. Bright lights hovered above him, and his body was slowly becoming more and more numbed from the injections they had put into him.

A gloved hand caressed his neck. He listened to the voices of the veterinarians who were doing everything the could to save him. He didn't understand them, but their voices were more than enough to soothe his mind.

The stag closed his eyes, weeping just a little. The past few days had been nothing but pain for him, but he felt just a little comfort as he lay on the padded operating table. A simple cloth covered most of his body, there was enough exposed for the vets to inspect.

His skin was rotting away.

~~~

"Where did you find him at?", one of the vets, an older woman, asked a high-school boy who sat in the waiting room of the clinic.

"He was walking down the street.", the boy replied, "Not too far from here."

The boy was worried about the deer. He had led the animal to the vet clinic, looking for help from anyone. The deer had been grunting and moaning with every step he had taken on that long road.

"What is it? Do they know what happened to him?", the boy asked.

The vet shook her head, "They've never seen a case like this. They think he might have been exposed to radiation contamination, but for now they're not sure. We wouldn't even know where he came from."

The boy lowered his head. "Hey...", the vet said, kneeling down to meet him at eye level, "You did a brave thing bringing him here. I'm sure he really appreciates that someone would care for him like you did."

At that time, another vet came in. The two looked to the man, who sighed and shook his head.
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