"Hello, my name is Finata.
About 2 months ago you tried to end my life.
Do you think I would forget?
Do you think I would give you the chance to harm my friend Varius?"

The small stag eyed the large female with pure contempt. She was intent on going after one of the only friends he had. Varius didn't know any better. He was foolishly trusting of anyone. He would tie roses to Bylah's antlers if he thought it'd bring about a smile.

He growled lowly and placed himself between the harlot and his close friend. How badly he wished that Kalpita was there to defend him. His larger protector could send any deer scurrying away when she turned those curved points on them. Yet this time...No he was alone. Trying in vain alone to keep the one who scarred his childhood body forever form striking out again.

It might not be today.
It might not be tomorrow.
but soon he knew she would lash out against another.
Finata would be there every time to put himself between a loved one and that doe.

The pretty face did nothing to hide the monster underneath from him. He saw it on the third of January when he strolled too close and she unleashed the hellish fury upon him. A mere child and she struck him multiple times with the intense fury of one willing to drag an innocent to hell.

He growled warningly as the doe turned her back on him and walked away.
No. She did not recognize this scarred and bloody face.
But she would get to know it intimately if she went after one of his close friends again.
He saw past her facade. Past her haughty little laugh and taunting smile.

Sure, make him seem like the bad guy for pushing his friend from her clutches.
He knew better. He would always know better.
You don't forget your first nightmare.

He heard them before they first spoke up. The hesitant baby steps. The scrambling hooves on rock. The young ones. He despised them, but sometimes education was necessary.

What trace of your existence
have you left for the world to see?
If only a thin essence
of something you could be

A proof that you were here
the imprint of a bare foot
A something to show who you were
that you were not a plant without root

Is it meant to be
is it meant to stay
or shall it, like a tree
slowly rot away?

by Shulgalaj

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I just got myself another deer character... couldn't resist. I just really really felt like making someone really really evil and dark.

SO! I call her Sauronien, which means "The daughter of Sauron" in Elvish... yes I am a LOTR-geek... ... xD

Now I'll start building her bio emmediately! I know a normal person would update the old ones first...

What will you be
when all is gone
when will you see
what you have done

She was trapped in a cage of gold
Precious and cold, now she is old
She was lured into a sea
Of despair yet treasury

What will you be
when all is gone
when will you see
what you have done

A river of tears at first she cried
When he died, but cheeks dried
All that's left is misery
Silent mourning bitterly

What will you be
when all is gone
when will you see
what you have done

This is what is left for you
Useless gold and nothing to do
About the fear that's gripped your heart
That's eating you and tear you apart

What will you be
when all is gone
Now will you see
what you have done?


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Ah.... hum. Well. Y'see, the thing is....

...I may have joined the web phenomenon which I believe to be called.... Twitter. Hrm.

The thing is, I have no interest in telling the world what I had for breakfast and what time it is where I am, but I do occasionally have a thought or phrase that I want to tell somebody, but it's not really worth the journal update, and I've forgotten it by the time I do have enough material for a journal entry. ...so that's my reasoning. |D

Here be me: https://twitter.com/LiekaQOD

Anyone else a-twittering?

(This is a blatant copypasta from my dA Journal, by the way. Sorry, I apologise, it won't happen again. Probably?)

*blush*

Well, I realized (zomg why didn't I before?) that I could post poems I've written here... so here I go! (I thought it would fit to start up with a love poem, since it was you-know-what-day yesterday)

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The Tear In The River

I am waiting for you to come here
And I am afraid I have lost you forever
Will you ever return to me?
I am hoping, I endure
I trust in you...
My love.

I am bound to you in love and fear
The passion we had was like a fever
Was that what you did really feel
I will wait a little more
Because I trust in you...
My love.

When I cried, in the river fell a tear
May it tell you of my pain severe
And I spoke to you in the breeze
May the wind let you know
What never rusts and is always new
My love...
My love for you...
My love.

~ Katrina Tapio 2010

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I am very new to this game, and I would ask the people in the game for help, but you can't chat there. Anyway, I see A LOT of deer all these wonderful and creative colors and have masks and stuff on their antlers. How do I get my own set of colors and how do I get stuff on my antlers, like flowers or candles.