This post was originally about a pelt.

I was wondering if anyone could help me get the deer skull mask, the one that was avaliable at halloween, I can only get on TEF tommorow and I will happily meet anyone at any time (apart from now) anywhere.
Sorry If I'm asking too much , I'm just fascinated by everything I see. xD

The deer of the Endless Forest cowered beneath the bushes and trees around them, does huddled their fawns closer to them hushing them to be silent as she listened.
All the deer of the forest shared the same fear, it was time for Death to claim yet another life.
There was a loud bang and a stag let out a call of alarm, darting from his hiding place and out into the open. Death heard. Death saw.
The chase began.
The huge monstorous stag gave chase to the small one. Its hooves thundered along the ground trembling the bones of fawns and the jaw of its skull mask rattled with each almighty bound. Death was nearing its victim. The frightened stag rushed around the corner, pursued by Death. Then there was a cry of pain and a sickening squelching sound of antlers plunging deep into flesh.
Thick red blood spilled upon the grass around the dead stag, its face frozen in a horrorfied scream.

Not far off Death was standing on a rock. The moonlight parted from the trees and shone down on him, casting an eerie glow. Even if you were far away you could pick out every detail.
His hooves were as black as coal and had spikes jutting from around the ankle. His pelt was black but torn in some places , revealing pink flesh and white bones. His back was covered in a long cloak of many different colours that flowed down to his knees and partly covered that huge bushy black tail. If you looked even closer you could see that the colours making up the cloak were different deer pelts: some green and scaly, some black and white like an orca's pattern, some torn, some scarred and some stained with red blood. They were stitched together with some invisible lining, blending together as one design.
Around his throat Death wore a necklace, a bit of chewed up rope with deer hooves hanging off of it. One was small as a fawns and one was as big as a stag's; all of them were cracked and bloody.

it's the sound of me; being newb.

just a quick question OTL

how do you keep spelldata from being earased when you close the game?
I'M SORRY ;__;

"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends!"
- Queen, The Show Must Go On

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Allow yourself to be free.

Just let go.

Let your soul soar.

The voice echoed in Luis' mind. Who was speaking to him? What were they talking about?

The stag at first ignored the voice, but little by little, it intrigued him.

"How? How do I be free?", he asked the voice.

It's easy. Look deep into your soul.

Luis tilted his head. "Huh? How do I..."

Fly, Luis! Fly!

And if it was triggered, Luis felt his back sprout great wings - monarch butterfly wings! They were absolutely huge, and even he was astounded that he had sprouted them.

Fly!

The wings flapped quickly, and the deer lifted off. He soared into the air, passing the Forest canopy and climbing high into the sky. He soon flew through the clouds, and hovering above them, he saw something in the horizon.

"I thought that was you.", Luis said to the figure.

There, floating with four great angel wings, was Quad. He smiled when he saw his fellow deer there, "See? Freedom feels good doesn't it?"

"Quad, how did you...?", Luis asked, but he couldn't finish the question. "I didn't do it. You did. You believed in yourself, and that's how you got the wings.", Quad said, and then continued, "Your wings reflect your soul...and your soul is beautiful, Luis."


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Luis awoke, back on the ground. He looked to his back - the wings were gone, but instead sat a monarch butterfly who had rested on his body.

The butterfly, disturbed from his awakening, began to fly and circle around him. Luis smiled.

"Fly away, my friend. Be free."

Holy crap. Fuck me if I cannot sit there and screw up on every goddamn problem. And it is stupid shit, let me tell you. HEY FAYNE GUESS WHAT eight times two times six is not thirty. Are you a retard or what. 8D I mean, bloody christ, when we work in groups I'm fine because they always point out how stupid I am, but sixties on tests because I can't do first-grade math is seriously starting to bum me out. AUGH.

Also I spent most of my money today and thus cannot afford these used VHSes of Out of the Box. WRYYYYYYoh right people don't want to spend their money on my shitty art so I'm poor. 8D -collapse-

Well, i'm a newbie. I have no idea to get my deer name onto the game... can someone help me?

- shy
- easily scared
- in love
- likes water
- likes cuddleing
- dominent
- caring
- understanding
- loving
- motherly
- protective
- bubbley
- fun
- personal
- depressed
- calm
- outgoing
- spooked easily
- carefull
- realistic
- smart
- wise
- gentle
- dependable
- loyal

Age: young adult
Gender: female
Appearence: soft silky fur, butterfly pelt, butterfly antlers, real deer mask, Jade green glowing eyes, very long flowing tail, head feathers, cross necklace, purple flower next to ear. loop earing on left ear, feathers on tip of tail.
Current thoughts:
Home: .....
Friends: chopin....yeah....only friend...
Family:...... dont ask...
Other: she Roleplays and her behavior is like a real deer, so be carefull not to chase her off!

OFFLINE

The uprising of Hell

The message of war is now whispered
An uprising is being planned
A few more days all will be peaceful
After it you will be crushed and rammed

Here is now the day of cleansing
Preparations for war is to start
Here is now the day of sunlight
War is painted on the one to tear you apart

Here is now the day of the moonlight
The cold stillness and resting seduce you
To believe there exists no more threat
But truth is; destruction will be here soon

Here is now the day of bravery
Preparations are now almost done
Hatred is glowing and now we are strong
We know that the fight is to come

This is the great day of Odin
The last day of peace this will be
This is the last preparation
But what it is you will not see

And this is the day of Thunder and rage
To suffer it is now your turn
We will bring Hell to your house
This night the sky itself will burn

We open the fiery gates of Hell
We lit the black fires in our hearts
Satan stands by us in this great war
Upon your lies we start a slaughter done well

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!


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