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Did i fight for nothing? (true story in the forest).

My hooves clinked on the hard cement as i walked up the hard walkway towards the ruin. The birds chirped happily as i looked down to the ground in sorrow. A single tear ran down my cheek. I turned my head away from the cross before me, and shook my head, knowing my sister was gone. And she would never come back. Here is how it all started.


"Wait up!!!" i called to birdy. She turned her head to face me,"hahahaha slowpoke!!" she kept running and turned a corner swiftley. "WAHHH!!!!" i screamed. my ears went back and i skidded across the wet grass and holted to a swift stop, panting. I was an inch close to hidding smack dab into the trunk of a sapling. birdy was standing about four feet away from me laughing her head off. Her Huge voice echoed through the forest. "OMG!! YOU WERE THAT CLOSE!!" she threw her head back laughing. She threw herself onto the ground and sighed. "ahhh...good times, eh?" she whispered in a soft tone i have heard many times before. she was going to pounce. She smirked and jumped up swiftley landing on top of me. My head smacked into the soiled ground."OW!" i screeched. i kicked her off, dodgeing her hoof smack. "HA!" "NOT THIS TIME!" i laughed. i smiled playfully. "how bout another round, eh?" i scrunched my nose and sniffed the air. "hmmm... do you smell that?" i looked around, puzzled. "smell what?" birdy tilted her head, her feathers all shifting to one side of her head."That... weird wet dog smell?" i whispered." awww... hakilu! Its probabley just your ima-" she stopped short of her sentence and her ears went back and her eyes widened. "Birdy? whats wrong?" i whispered. Suddenley i felt the warm breath of another creature on the back of my neck, the fur on my back stood straight up."w-w-wo-" she stuttered. she backed up slowley,her back hair stuck up, to. she stopped abruptley. she closed her ears and lowered her head."go away go away go away!" i thought hard for a second. The only creature she feared was, wolves.
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Before the Chrysalis [ch.1]

Alright so…I’ve been wanting to write about Darcy’s past since I joined here, but I’ve never been much of a story teller ^^’ He ’does’ have one! A vivid one, too, in my head…so it’s sad not to at least get SOME of it out there. Recently I’ve had some severely backed up muse and a strong desire to write though so…ta da? XD I don’t think it’s all that great, it sorta just spewed out in the most unorganized fashion and never got a flow to it BUT it’s out there so I feel good! Even if only one or two people will read it. That wasn’t really the point :3! For once…lol.

SO without further delay, I give you the first ‘chapter’ of Before the Chrysalis. It may be the only chapter too XD Who knows! Also, I’ll probably ‘decorate’ this later, I just want to post it in a hurry before I tlak myself out of it :3

~________-----------Ch. 1----------________~

[=#EECBAD]Zharie was the most beautiful thing young eyes could behold...
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who are you??

Today i saw this deer.... he had default set and i think it might be michael!!! because i was talking to him and he had a pic of the deer i saw! the deer was oddley strange, though.... does anyone know who this strange deer might be?
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Will someone help a lost soul?

I really need a picture of lotessa tonight!! its for my best friend please!!!it doesnt have to be perfect just a sketch with some color!!!! im lost please help me!!! ill make a quick bio of lotessa.


Race:japanese/chinese.
Type: Japanese sika deer.
Appearence: nightfall pelt with some purple, butterfly antlers with a purple flower next to her ear. and she has deep expressive hot pink/purple eyes. she has realistic long black eyelashes and a feminine but strong figure and long fur along the edge of her hooves. she has a really long tail and a bow tied around her tail. she wears a lotus flower pendant around her neck, and she has looped earings. she has a amarking of a lotus flower on her left hind leg.
Mate: none
Age: in the picture she is about 10 months.(in the forest she isn't born yet).
Personality:shy,calm,wise,friendley,sweet,unpredictable,likes lotus flowers(of course).
Other: She wears a nekclace with a lotus flower pendant. and she has a blue ribbon around her tail.
Gender: female
Mom: unknown
Dad: unknown
Siblings:
Friends: no yet born.
Backround: The pond with marsh plants and lotus flowers and its at night.


Thanks much! she will be in the forest today.
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WHATWASTHAT?


So, here I am, car-sick and nearly asleep and I realize...
In 2 weeks I'll be 18.
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Childhood, where have you gone? ;; *reach*
Is there anything good about turning? At all? >_>



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More Fandoodles [Bylah, Spyrre, Wananana, Saosin etc.]

Ended up having a 6 hour break between classes.

Same deal as last time: No colour, done on notebook paper.

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And They Danced

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A Hundred Summers Ago [short story]

[=9]{ If you're not aware,
Thistle is a daughter Rowan had out of
some nasty cirumstances wayyyy back before she 'came here'.
Lol I was trying to write something sweet and this happened. Rawrg. }

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The summer weeds had grown tall, up to the little awkward doe's tummy. She dipped her head and nipped hungrily at the sweet roots of the wildly grown plants.

"Momma!"

She raised her head, and swiveled her ears lazily. Her awkward little offspring was nowhere to be found, and so she returned to grazing with an ear out for a second cry for her. Surely Thistle would call her feathery mother twice if whatever she needed was of dear importance.

"Momma!"

As if on cue, her status was proclaimed loudly and childishly.This time she shot up so quickly she spied the little gray-and-blue fairy sinking back into the weeds. Oh, that, then? Another game of watch-Thistle-vanish-in-the-weeds. Rowan smiled and stooped down into the weeds. She was young and streamlined. At this point in her life, her neck feathers were short and puffy, and she bore no signs of a tail train of feathers. Her colors were still pale and she was small and graceful. Despite her age, at which time she should be shyly flirting with the young stags but running off in giggle-fits, she already had a fatherless little bit of herself stalking her in the grass. She had proved to be a most valuable mother, since her own childish instinct was not as far buried and she played for hours with Thistle happily in the shrubs.

She lowered herself into something like a stooping crawl, and proceeded to move predator-like through her twisted green obstacles. But like the little downy hen-baby she was, Thistle burst in a flutter from the brush and overtook her mother in a great wave of kisses and giggles.
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?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Sorry if this is a spam thread, I don't know but...
I swear I've seen people's usernames on here, on impressive title. O_O
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