The Darkness is coming...
But there is The Light.

[i] The Darkness stands at one side of the grassy plain. His eyes are bleached white, put they are mottled with grey and with silver. They have a pearly white gleam, but not of beauty but of pure hatred and of pure evil. His pelt is as black as the night sky its self, which would make sense, he was the one who created it. Then each innocent soul flew up into the Darkness of the night and scattered across it, becoming stars. His antlers are hooked and are curved. They are like the many branches of a wide oak tree. String is tied to each of those branches, and on the ends of the string? Are skulls, the many skulls torn from the bodies of dead and dieing innocent deer that have been consumed by the night.
The Darkness flicks his tail and tosses his great heavy head. His eyes are fixed on the opponent.
Who dares to stop him from murder?

The Darkness did not want to become this beast..
He had no choice.
Hatred consumed him, ate his heart and his soul. Blinded his mind with shadows and whispered him to kill.
The hatred consumed many, and now they are his slave.


The Light stands at the other end of the grassy plain. His brilliant white fur shines with magic of purity. He is the hope, he is a candle in The Darkness. The Protector. His deer face, so handsome and bold is frowning, with concentration and determination. His eyes are like fire, fire that can defeat anything in it's path. But fire will not help, it is a battle of souls and not of strength.
His pelt is like a mirror, reflecting the love, reflecting the joy and happiness. His antlers curl around the top of his head, they seem to be sheilding that Halo baring ones name.
The antlers are white like his fur and curled around those antlers are vines, they comfort him. On each vine blooms a beautiful white flower, their petals reach to the sun.

I'd like to have Candles on my Zombie Deer costume... But I can't seem to find any. I heard it was

possible that you could cast the Candles on someone? Then again, I may be wrong. But if you happen

to have that spell, could you please help me out? I'm online daily - check the symbol on my profile. I'll

be wearing:

-Zombie Pelt
-Skull Mask
-Default Antlers

I'll be at the Graveyard.

So please, if you have that spell and would like to help me or just to pass the time, i'd be grateful.

The night so cold and still,
The forest so eerie and dark,
Shrouded in mystery the secrets hidden in nature.
Shadows spill out across the moss-covered ground,
The ground and the trees are bathed in the rays of the moon.

Then, on the horizon a silouhette,
A shape of a beast.
The long and slender muzzle points to the sky,
The sky is like a wizard's cape,
Curved over the Earth sheilding it from the space beyond.

The beast with eyes like halos,
They gleam like magic the irises a golden-yellow,
They stare and they observe,
They search and they hunt,
They watch and remember.

The beast with a pelt like night,
It gleams like a rook's wing,
In the pelt, scars of the past,
Trophies of battles won and of battles lost.

The beast bares his fangs,
He is the son of the night,
He is the son of The Darkness
but he is....

The Master of Battle.

Thought I'd have a go at poetry, I don't know..

Darkness and light
They exchange their roles routinly
Although they fight
It is often seasonal
The light shines brighter in the summer
And darkness spreads its gloom in winter
The fight may cause you no concern
But you will look to the sky
With curiosity
One you see the eclipse.
But even then with time
The regular routine resigns
And once again the heavens are at peace.

The doe lay on her side, her eyes were shut and her breathing was loud and slowing. There were scratches across her torso, thick red blood trickled from them, seeping across the grass like a river. The blood stained her once beautiful white pelt turning it a brown-ish colour. There was a large wound across her face that had been opened up, if she were to survive, this would leave her face scarred and deformed. Her eyes shot open, beautiful hazel eyes filled with pain and with fear. She cried out in her agony, her ears flickering about her.
A voice had entered her mind, it taunted her, whispered fears into her mind forcing the weakness and life from her. Then the shadows from the trees crept out. they moved across the ground and formed into creatures of The Darkness, their bleached white eyes gleamed with evil.
" P-please, no more! " whimpered the poor doe, her little heart pounding against her ribs.
The creatures advanced, hooked fangs and claws bared no mercy in their soul.
The darkness consumed her, tore her soul from her body, The Darkness spread....
But there in the distance a brave stag stood. A flicker of hope. A flame in the darkness.
He shone like the Sun, his eyes like fire. He threw back his head, let out his brave call.
" I have come for The Darkness. Deer of the forest, run for your lives, The Darkness is coming he will spare none. "
He put his head down, his antlers a sheild and with hooves of iron and a heart of pure gold he charged across the turf ....

The Darkness...
and
The Light...

Could someone draw Romeo or Faunet in human form pleaseeee.

Please I have apologized to Faunet for my words,would you guys be willing to start fresh.

I know your there
Some where
Since there is no other way
I gotta ask
What up cause I feel like I have not talked with you in ages.

Sorry If I sound like a whining brat or something it's just that.
Every time I post something most of the time people just ingore it. It's kind of frustrating when I've spent ages writing something then It just gets ignored.
I don't mean to like...try and get everyone to read my posts or force you to. I just felt like saying this.
I'm not planning to leave or anything because of this, I love TEF. Everyone usually seems friendly and I love reading all the poetry and looking at the art and stuff.