I have mini-entries for Seed, and decided that I should do so for Hyacinth, as well. She needs more spotlight, and I'm not good at screenie edits, which is the other way to capture her thought process. But, of course, she's very different from Seed and my other deer, in that she doesn't have an internal monologue so much as a string of images and feelings -- so, in third person, I'll be doing little stories like these to tell about her days. I'm still experimenting, so give me your honest opinions!

7-10-10
She tries on new antlers with help – one deer she has not met, one deer she has, Mister Virgil. The magpie feathers catch the light and glimmer like stormclouds, and they make her smile. She wears them, knowing that she can be recognized as a doe better now. Misako and Mister Virgil sat together very close, in a fuzzy pile. Hyacinth wanted to sit close like that, but didn’t know if it was OK. She eventually decided it was, and sat close to Mister Virgil. The rain was cold and she was warm inside. She slept once, and dreamed of a field of flowers. The flowered burned, the red heads of the blossoms turning into red heads of flame. The smoke smelled like his lab. She trembled with fear until after she woke up and realized where she was. They all ran around in the rain, and Hyacinth put her flowers back on, even as the rain pulled the color from them. When she decided it was time to go, she wasn’t sure if she should nuzzle Mister Virgil and Misako or if it would be rude. She decided she should. Misako, the deer she had not met before, nodded and nuzzled her back. Hyacinth dreamt of warmth as she went to sleep.

There probably will be more...

That make you cry

He does not like being alone.
To have no one near, to speak to, to flirt with, to touch...
To hate him, to chase him.
Do what they will, he needs it.

Roll around, Roll around in your grave; a bed? I laugh, it's the place you'll die you know, more than likely, assuming you're lucky.

I'm seeing through the midnight sky
And sitting in the rain at night
I'm finding things in shadows gone
And stepping through from two to one

My feathers, so dark...and so light
The lost faces of black and white
red eyes they watch you as I fly
so Quickly through the midnight sky

I'm becoming myself again
And I am dancing through the rain
But such loud thunder makes me run
I feel...I know... a storm's to come

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*I'll be posting up my fanart(s) as soon as I get near a scanner. Hope you like it ^-^

some please help me
i lose my pelt and other stuff some please help me

their deer's (or a friend's) bio gets to be the subject of me testing my new tablet.

GOGOGO

FYI if human faced I will draw deer face'd sorry.

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I awoke, nude as the sky, in the pouring rain. The world was different: I felt it, the pure, raw, and absolute newness of it rubbing against face. It was like waking for the first time, and everything before it was just a strange dream -- like the world hadn't existed before then, and this was some new thing. I never knew it was possible, for something that has been there my whole life to suddenly not been there before; but I swear the forest is a little different now.

I had unusually good luck recovering my set this morning -- as if the universe were electing to help me along. Of course, as soon as I was done getting my set, I met a deer lacking her set. I aided her with the masks, which, unlike for me, was a painfully slow task. Mask after mask, she tried on in the rain. She eventually found the right one, and I admit, I considered leaving her to her buisness, right then and there. There was so much I wanted to do in the rain today... But then I thought about this stranger: If I left now, I would have helped a stranger, no more, no less. But if I followed, I could learn more about this person. I could maybe find the friend in this stranger, which would be find enough use of my time. I promised I would help until we were done. My nephew Aleit appeared the moment I made that promise, so I decided to make a detour to greet him. To my – not my surprise, exactly, but certainly to my pleasure – he elected to come with me and help. The work went much faster that way, but after we were done, she sort of…bounded off, and didn’t seem to care if we followed or not.

Aleit in tow, I decided to go celebrate the rain. And how to celebrate, but by finding the place where water strikes water, and the sound melts into itself. By which, I mean, we ran out onto the lake water, turning our hooves into raindrops that spread ripples across the surface, distorting the already distorted image of the stormy sky.

Hellooo good people.
I'm in need of money and I'm in the biggest art slump known to man or something. Commissions will fix this and trades will fix half of this.




Just link me up a bio or reference picture, let me know what kind of pose or details if you want. Or I can just use some artistic freedom. 8D

I'll either take Paypal (pryorkl@vcu.edu) or snail mail if you so prefer.

As for trades, I'm less inclined but at this point I'll probably do anything to get me going. Just let me know what you'd like.