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Why do I love you so much?

I watched you grow up... From the time you were a fawn... Being all noobish and having no idea what to do. I can remember that like it was yesterday. But, now look at you... What a fine deer you have become. Graceful and elegant. I couldn't have wanted more.

Do you remember the time when many deer had gathered near the crying idol? You were so small. And you were thrilled over your new secretary bird pelt. It was adorable. I have a picture! But, I'm just making you feel embarrassed.

The day you became an adult make my heart skip a beat. Finally, time to get down to business! I had already planned your apparel out. Oh, and so many deer were amazed at your new body! They helped get you your colors. I thank them. I wish... That the days of innocence and bliss would never end, but then, what sort of world would that be? Everything must age.

I love you...

I write this now because I want to give it to you. Like a letter.

So, I must say farewell for now... But, 'till you get this, remember those times, and think of me. <3
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OMAGEE I WANT ONE!!



Pretty much if Brandy and an AT-AT Walker were combined.
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In Which Bartleby's Companions Go to The Forest

Click and enjoy it's awfulness xP
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Silver's Bio (Short)

"But there's not a gray hair on his scrawny little body!"

Name: Silver
Gender: Male
Age: Very Young Fawn
Birthday: 28 June, 2010
Pictogram:
Appearance: Normal spotted fawn pelt, amber colored eyes, unusually small and skinny
Personality: Very outgoing, Silver loves nothing more than to be the center of attention. He's very high-energy, enjoying anything active from jumping to dancing to running. He gets nervous when he's alone, and backs out of fights 90% of the time. He has a very hard time taking a hint when others don't want to be bothered. (Personality still in development, and subject to change.)
Background: There's not much of one, as he's only two days old.
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Where am I?

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Sterre's Diary 1 - Birth.

Sterre

She is:

Curious.
Happy.
Confused.




Birth.


MmmmMm?
Mooooo!


Hahaha!


Ooooois!!


Waer! Waeer!!


?


!


Ois! Ag!! ♥



Ees!


Hello! Hello!


!!

And some chatting:



Words and gestures she understands:

Hello! - From Rutilus.
Bye! - From Dag.
Yes! - ?
Water - From Vipin and Virgil.
Sad - From a fawn.

Follow me - From Virgil.

Words and motions she uses, but does not understand:

"No"
"Fear"
"Rearing"
"Taunting"
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Mates/Lovers at first sight?

Is there such a thing in the forest?

I don't think so. I believe spending time with someone and knowing them for quite a while only lays the first stone on the building (:

But, what do you think?

No one will be bashed or hated or thought wrongly of just because of their opinion, so please don't be afraid to post.

No arguments, please~
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Return to Nature - Story IV

Return to Nature Index

It's raining outside on a weekend afternoon. You have nowhere to go today, so you stay inside and think of something to do to pass the time. You sit in a chair, wrapping up in a blanket as you start to read a book. Slowly you drift to sleep.

Your eyes open and you find yourself in the dream world once more, though this time it is very cold. You are still wrapped in your blanket, and sitting up you look around. You are in a snow-covered forest, the snowflakes are slowly coming down, and the area has a slight fog that prevents you from seeing deeply into the distance. You notice hoofprints in the snow, and much like before you follow them, knowing who they belong to.

You find a clearing in the forest where the tracks seem to stop. You notice something in the center - a great ice boulder. It seems very odd to you that it is in the middle of the place, as there aren't any others around. You put a hand on it, and see that there is something trapped inside - a sword with intricate patterns etched into the blade.

"That belongs to you.", someone says nearby. You recognize the voice, seeing your deer has arrived. "How do I get to it?", you ask your deer. "Very simple, draw my pictogram in the snow before the ice, and it will melt.", your deer responds.

You do so without hesitation. You know your deer's pictogram well - you were the one who chose it. As the symbol is drawn, it glows a bright yellow, and you watch in amazement as another pictogram burns into the ice, and quickly the sword melts out and glistens as the light shines on it.

"Quickly, we're not alone in this forest.", your deer says. You take the sword, which seems much heavier than you expected, but you are able to lift it. You examine the blade and see that your deer's pictogram is engraved into it.

In the night... (please comment :D)

Tell me, what is your name friend?
Why do you glow so bright?
I feel as if I've known you
Once before
tonight

Pray,
come into the moonlight
come here, love
sit with me

Listen.
all the air is breathing...
Friend, tell me what this means
I feel the glow around me

but why?
why can't I see

the moon sings loud but softly
while you lead me away
Tell.

Friend,
where are we going?
I cannot find a trail

This glow...
...this wandering moon-song
it leads me home at night

But, friend...
why are you fading?
Am I pulling away?

Pray, hope
friend take me with you...
...The ground is far too cold
Please,

Love, don't dissapear now
Your feet don't touch the ground
...How must I find my way back?

Back where I should belong

My friend,
Pray
Love
I'm hoping

Can we go home again?



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Sticking out tongue Please tell me what you think! I need a bit of constructive criticizing on my works....more to come soon (o_-)
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