[=14]“Anxiety…leads to insanity..
And this insanity..
Leads to weakness….
Or so I found out today…or was it yesterday…
I am unsure……..
The day started like any other. I played with friends. Splashed around in the pond..the usual…
Then I took a trip to the ruins.. it was there the insanity hit me…
The old mushroom tree, I had passed it many times, never giving it a second thought, but at that moment….It looked..tasty.
I knew I would get sick, as I had witnessed the effects of the mushrooms on others.
I didn’t care.
All at once all of my depression, and anxiety came to the surface. I hid this side of me from the others so well..at least I thought I did anyway.
I needed to take my mid of things..no amount of friend’s comfort would help this time…
The mushrooms seemed to be an easy fix..temporary, but easy.
A gentle breeze made the leaves on the old tree rustle.

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...I wish time stood still. In the moments you loved most. I wish you could feel the memory come back to you as you stand in the same place, read the same words... I wish you could bring yourself back to innocence and wonder. I wish my excitement would renew itself for places I once loved most...

I wish ideas I had given people would never die. I wish memories were stone, never to be taken up in a strong wind in time, to be washed away. I wish people would not hurt eachother.... I hope one day 'my motivation' to make a point, will diminish and die like a cold ember in what once was a roaring fire, to which only the memory remains.

I will pray. I will hope.
Things that once brought me joy, are now faded.
I wish I enjoyed what I enjoyed most-- more.
It's gone now...
Help me remember...
It seems everyone has so many hateful feelings towards others, for no reason at all-- I don't want to be a part of it, but I am. Help me remember what it was like to wonder, and find. I have dug up all treasures, I feel like a lingering dead leaf on a cold branch... all others have moved on.

Help me remember what it was like to not judge someone one what they've said, and assume it was only for attention even when it was not. Help me remember what it was like to roam free as a human-faced creature full of wonder and awe. Help me remember what it was like, to not think I was a stereotypical oldie.

Who can I blame?
Should I point fingers? Surely so! .... deep inside I know it is only me who has become numb. Unwilling to change for a community that has outgrown a member. A community who is focused on the spotlight... if it is so, then let me diminish.

Help me remember how creativity was not shunned, or something to be ashamed of. Help me remember what a family is. I want to help...

I felt like I needed to fight, to defend... I promised I'd never leave... but deep inside it feels like spring, and cleaning needs to be done.

I am new to this game and I have always wanted to play it! But I have a mac... So I can only play it at my grandmas Well.... I am a female.... My deer name is Minuit( french for Midnight, I am learning french) um... I guess that is it

Apologies, but this is a story where the deer are personified as humans. If you do not like, then do not read. It has been an idea of mine for some time. Also, there is a little language.

G U A R D I A N_________a story of change__________________

Long, elegant legs graced over the forest floor, barely disturbing the thick blanket of browned leaves and twigs. They rested for a moment beside a tall, weather-smoothed oak tree deep in the dark of the forest. The blue black pelt he wore caught the sunlight's yellow hued beams, sending a dull sparkle through the dust ridden air. His antler's candles remained unlit in the morning hours, sitting half melted above his crown. His soft, worried face was well hidden by a well-kept skull mask. The dark voids that acted as eyes looked not so fierce as sad. Deep within the shadows they cast, the light glint of his eyes could be captured.... [continues]

[Gift writing for Sonata-who wrote for The Priest. I really hope I don't fail at Chopin's character. :<]

It seems that everything is a song in its own right, a beautiful coalescing of long strings of melodies. Life is nothing but a song to weave one's own music to.

And that is exactly what he did.

Chopin, ever polite, ever the gentleman, loved music. It was his soul, his being, his true self. Music came with ease to the handsome dark blue deer. It tapped through his hooves, ran with him as his hooves beat hard upon the forest floor. He moved to its rhythm and it moved to his.

Tap-TAP, tap-TAP, tap-TAP. The sound of running hooves startled him from his reverie, and he looked up. Red eyes studied the figure as it approached, closer and closer, the drumbeat of hooves growing to a crescendo. Then it was gone in an instant, passing him by without a glance. He didn't mind; he just kept the lovely sound a moment longer, before returning to his own thoughts.

Chopin closed his eyes, letting the world's music surround him. He could hear the wind rushing through the willows above his head, the quiet lapping of the waters below. He could hear the far-off cries of others, the light melodies of birds intertwining with those deep notes. Oh, this music was so different than...than music in other places. It was wild here, untamed, notes falling in a random yet beautiful order. It was music, yes, music he had mastered, had learned to play with his own body. He had come to this place with no expectation of hearing something so precious again.

Chopin had been given a second chance.

[AGH. I think I just killed his character. ;; I'm sorry.
[e:] It's shoooort. ;;]

Ok, so it turns out Mar Sart's birthday/deerday whatever was two weeks ago and I forgot about it. X'D
So... in two weeks it'd be more like anniversary of stag day... I guess I could do a mentioning of that instead.

I would like to start by saying; OH MY GODS THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN UP SOONER BUT THE SITE WAS DOWN.
thank you c:

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Cricket is going to tell you a story tonight, so gather around the camp fire. This is a true story that many of our newer players may not know.


It is called The Silence of the Fawns.