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Tread lightley among paths of love... Do not underestimate it.

What is love? compassion? Truth?

Hardley anyone obeys that rule of being married... And hardley anyone stays that way....
So what is love?



( For all divorced or going to be divorced parents.)
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Wedding!

Sudden, but I need to have the wedding for Jax and Misang in the next millenium xD Soooo, GRAB YOUR DEER AND MEET AT THE POND CUZ THERES GONNA BE A WEDDING!Exclaim!!Exclaim!!



--Thanks for the nice party, guys! ♥ Pics under cut

Hey, does anybody know...

can a Fawn find their picto using that picto-finder link? I put my username in there and it didnt work... am I doing somthing wrong?
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Today's happenings - small screeniedump



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Hart of Flame - Legend of the Fire Deer (Finished)



Legend tells of a pair of baoding balls, the only ones of their kind that were crafted both as a blessing and a curse. They were used to trap the spirit of a great and terrible creature known only as the Fire Deer. The balls captured the essence of the creature, as bits of his fur, bones, and antlers were placed within the iron spheres, and the outside of them were painted with his image - an angry stag with fire all around him. The image was a warning to never use the meditation balls, for chiming them just once would release the creature, and the world would suffer his fiery wrath.

The forest dwellers told their own tale - a noble guardian who could create or vanquish wildfires at will was there to keep their forest pure. With any sense of corruption, the Fire Deer would burn down the affected species, whether it was plant or animal life, but as they died, new life sprung forth from the ashes. The creatures believed that the Fire Deer made them immortal.

When the Fire Deer vanished from their forest, they became worried, not only for his safety but for their own. The trees began to change color, the leaves turning bright orange. The forest itself seemed to mourn the disappearance of the Fire Deer, as the plants all took a fiery hue. The deer saw this change, and knew that something had to be done. The Fire Deer must be found!

Two lives would soon intertwine as the legend of the Fire Deer would grow to fame.



"I'm heading to the Flea Market. Need anything while I'm out?", a young boy asked his mother. She reached into her purse and pulled out a few dollars, "Stop by the farmer's market on the way back and get three ears of corn.
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Introduction!

Hi, everyone! (deer bows)
I wanted to let everyone know who that new fawn wandering around the forest was. Also, you will more likely find me in the forest rather than blogging so, please, do not be surprised if this is my only blog for months! Anyways, nice to meet you all and see you in the forest!

Step-By-Step TEF Tutorial: Making a Cut

Large images ahead. Click 'Read More' for Tutorial.

Ohgods, this is creepy! -Beta testers-

THE MUSIC AT THE TWIN GODS IS CREEPY RIGHT NOW!!!

All beta testers might want to hear this...

oh, and it's raining, you guys. There are giant flowers everywhere.

but... .the music!!! *runs and hides in the music-less tree*

Yes, the Great Oak is practically silent right now.
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Crymsin's Journal

Wow, i've never made a journal before... what to put in it? Well, i'll start with when I woke up, I suppose... Hmm...

Um, I woke up next to a tree by the riverbank. It was quite peaceful there, no fawns were up yet, surprisingly. I stood up gracefully and trotted to the edge of the pond, where I waded for some time... nibbling on pond grasses is one of my favorite pasttimes. After quenching the morning thirst, I pricked my ears to hear if Dag or anyone else was up. Nothing... nothing except the small tingling of Virgil's voice hitting the back of my eardrum. Recognizing it, I trotted in that direction until I came upon him, resting contentedly under a birch tree. I called his name softly, trying not to startle this perfect trance. Eventually, he stood up, and we frolicked and romped about for a little bit. It was all good fun, but afterwards we rested under the tree, and soon fell asleep...

I woke up later in the day to a harsh, windy snort in my ear. I looked up to see a large stag--one with plated, blood red antlers, a torn pelt, and a viciously scary skull mask. He reared up on two feet, ready to smash my head open. I rolled out of the way-- Virgil had gone while I was still sleeping. His hooves hit the ground with such a thud that the trees dropped leaves at the sound. My heart was thudding in my chest as he advanced, rearing up before charging. I ducked to the side, throwing myself to the right just as he went zooming by, the wind whistling through his mask. I looked around frantically, but there was nobody there to help me. Snorting and rearing, the stag changed me once more, but, like a deer caught in the headlights, I could not will my body to move, and he crashed into me head on. Cursing under my breath at the pain coming from my shoulder and neck, I roared deeply and charged him without thinking.

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