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CSS Testing... shhh.

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This cervid fellow's revival~

*pops out it's head from the bushes of outside life*

"Oh my, such a long while and eternity,
For this fellow's absence in this place's amity~

Perhaps, an amend from this such year(s) of life~?
Yes, a similar ol' dear with an improvement's strife~
Is prepared for another friendship and interest-sharing might, indeed~"
Smiling

*waves at everyone within it's return*
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A Little Reintroduction + Some Help Needed



This entry will probably eventually become my OOC blog... thing. I just figured I might need to re-introduce myself for those who weren't here way back in the day.

I'm the one who posted this the other day, I'm just making this account my main one now.


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Art trade? Or just request?

Good morning people,

My anxiety is going through the roof right now sooo......

I'm just gonna make this blog here to ask if anyone would like to do a trade or just request in general? I don't want to be picky but I do not want to work from bios ( I would like to draw characters that have a picture etc) Please no humans or anything too hard, I really don't want to feel uncomfortable or awkward with my art.

1,Grim; Mortos boy photo grim_zpsptst4yez.png
2,

Just going to start off with two slots! I don't want to be overwhelmed ( sorry if in the past I have ignored your char)
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I need help with saving my pelts,masks and antlers when I log off..

Does anyone know how to keep your pelts,masks and antlers saved after you log off? I am an adult deer and I do have an account, but when I click on the game and log in, it isn't there anymore.. Is there a save button? I keep researching but I can't find anything that helps... Anyone know how to keep your items after you log off/quit?

Virus

(Apologies never actually wrote a poem before)

We're stuck in the depths.
Taking our last breaths

We tried in doubt of fear.
However impaled just like a spear.

Wounded, we carried on.
Only fate to sweep us gone.

The warm blood escaped like a bundle of sweatshirts,
Was nothing but a meer haux from our diverts.

Laying down lifeless.
We accepted it's virus.
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