Fight?
I really want my deer to learn the at of play-fighting. Is there anydeer who wants to teach Priya how to defend herself and playfight and have a bit of fun doing it?

A CSS sample for yooz xD

Feel free to use the coding and just change the color/background image to whatver you want.
(Credit would be nice thx)

Im just Wondering if anyone can help me with getting The dead/skull mask by MSN, or something, for my deer Sol.

I'ts ok if you cant, tough. :3

"Give her back! Give her back!!!"

Over and over the bellow was deafening and full of rage. Loud snapping and cracking as hoof stamped and kicked at anything within rang. Trees, logs, stones. Large bowl like antlers swiping at low branches and leaves. The crazed stag even slammed his heavy bulk into a young, small tree repeatedly until it toppled to it’s side. He was throwing one mighty tantrum leaving the small area he decided to throw it in torn. A large circle of kicked up grass and plants was nothing but a sandpit now. Broken tree branches and tattered leaves were scattered about.

"Give her back!"

The red bull himself was rather ragged looking himself. The first and foremost that probably was noticeable was the lack of the skull he usually wore over his face. His dark eyes were wide with a mix of anger and panic. His red fur was shaggy, ruffled. Small cuts and scratches littered his body from his crazed running about. To put it mildly Gustiro was not happy.

"I'll fight! I'll fight!!!"

His cries seemed only to get louder and more demanding. His sides heaving with his fruitless demands.

Hey gang,

The new semester started, and that means I won't be on here as much. As some of you may know, I'm a graduate Master's student (Human Factors/Applied Cognitive Psychology). This entails being held to standards that exceed those when one is getting his or her Bachelor's degree. It can get especially hectic when project deadlines come up because my advisor likes to pile on extra work or change her mind about something at the last minute. XD

Anyway, here are the places where I may post stuff other than here:

The Life and Times of an Old Stag (my stag's diary)
Redkora's Deer Art Thread (skip to the last few pages--the first couple are crap)
My Vinovas Portfolio

See you in the Forest!

Once upon a time, in a land far away,
no one knows when, no one can say,
there was a great City, one so old,
full of knowledge, fame and gold.

Around the city, was a Forest very tall,
you couldn't see it's edge from the City's wall.
Stories were told and myths galore,
for an Endless Forest full of lore.

At the forest's edge there was a house,
too poor even for a hungry mouse.
A Family lived there, along with Nature,
living life as one big adventure.

One day, the tax collector came,
cruel, evil and a bit insane.
It was a day the Forest would not forget,
because a man's demands were not simply met.

The Family, all too poor,
could not pay taxes anymore,
their faces were all too sad,
but that only made the collector mad.

In chains the Family was bound,
their little house burned to the ground,
only their little Child was left,
who barely escaped his freedom's theft.

The Child wandered for days and nights,
guided only by the night sky's lights,
until exhaustion took it's toll,
but he was safe, far from the City's wall.

Having lived a life next to mother Nature,
he did not fear, despite his small stature.
As all turned blurry, he whispered wis wish,
to become one with Her, away from the Rich.

When the Child came to it's senses,
it felt a change into it's essence.
As a deer it rose, attuned to All,
with a symbol on it's head, as bright as it was tall.

Seeing All, Hearing All, Feeling All,
even Smelling and Tasting All,
it made it's new path clear.
It was to live, a new free life here.

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Today I woke up and tried to meet with someone the trees were whispering to me about...it didn't work out. Maybe another time. I wandered a while until I noticed Aleit dancing with a sweet little fawn, Floresta. I greeted them and moved to join them in their little dance, the fawn's movement shaking little bits of pollen off of the poppies she wore. She made a muse enough for me for a quick poem. Then we all sat and basked in the warm sunlight for a while. Then Aleit heard, in the way that deer often do, of the death of a dear friend of his, Motzart. I never knew him, but loss is always sad. I wish I could have stayed longer and given Aleit warmer comfort.


When I work, I heard Walter dancing with 21 and many others. That hadn't happened in a long time. What, a year? more?
I don't know what to feel about him sometimes. By "him," I of course mean Walter. By "sometimes" I mean "constantly." I've almost entirely written him off before tonight. Sometimes I think there must be two parts to him: a monster and a stag. The stag isn't a perfect stag; he's easily riled and he's jealous and overprotective. He's grim and he's cranky and he's strange. But he can laugh, and dance with friends. He can be warm, and walk slowly in the rain, trusting on the guidance of his friends. The demon is nothing like that, so unlike it I almost cannot reconcile the two as being the same person. I'm not sure I fully understand it, or if he does. I've seen too much of the demon, too little of the stag. And what he's done is horrible. I cannot bear to think of the pain he's caused, and that my dear friend is behind it.
...But tonight he and 21 and Aleit and Quad and Zerg and Oisin and so many deer, many of whom haven't know the better side of him, all danced together. It was a very fun time. It seems like he, at least for the moment, wants to put the darkest of his darkness behind him. I want to believe that, anyway.

But... He's hurt people, very badly.