Just a warm up I did while listening to your biography page of Ravyn, Im sorry if it looks crappy and not full body, but its really late up here and i need to wake up soon, ill check this blog tomorrow morning, too tired to stay up. Lastly, I hope you like it. I know it dosent look anything like your doe , ill try and make a new one when i have free time. (crappy drawing is crappy,haha)

Alright so this is kinda an idea of mine. I was doodling some head shots of deer Evo and I saw in the forest today, as a kinda hopes of perhaps meeting them here or recognizing them again, should we cross paths once more. So the idea kinda evolved that I could do this often, sketching out head shots of deers as kinda memories of Evo's time in the forest, and so it's a kinda visual diary of Evo's day...

And a final-ish note before we get started: If your deer is one of them, let me know! Name, Pictogram, even a picture! I might draw them again, or if they have something that is unseen in game, I can drawn them properly!

A full collection can be seen at DA, or rather will be able to be seen, since there is only one day so far... XD Oh and if you'd like the head shot of your deer(s) please feel free to ask and I'll get it to you, perhaps even colored. ^^ I'll not have this big ol' message in the next times, promise.

Two kinds of trouble in this world,
Living... dying.
I lost my power in this world,
And the rumors are flying.
So I go insane,
Like I always do,
And I call your name,
She's a lot like you...
--Go Insane, Lindsey Buckingham

She remembered it all.

She remembered the crying, the crawling, the fleeing, the dying, the devouring.

She remembered standing over her starving sister, a strange, sick feeling twisting in her stomach, recognizing it as, “Helplessness.”

She remembered Mitea tackling her brother, Seven, as he tried to call out to their missing mother and father.

She remembered yelling, “Amaya, come on!” as the poor wolf cub tried in vain to make it to the den, before collapsing in a heap, Death’s hand lightly patting her, much like a parent offering affection to their offspring.

She remembered the ravaged look on the coyote’s face, as an easy meal was finally realized.

She remembered the way her mother and father cried out in agony at the news that they were minutes too late.

She remembered hearing the neighboring packs howling as well, her body rattling with yet another strange feeling, which she had recognized as “Sadness.”

So…why?

Why does she seem so cheery, so happy-go-lucky when her sister had passed just two days before? Surely, this wasn’t normal. Surely, she’s still grieving on the inside, the sounds and images fresh in her mind.

But the truth was…it was normal.

Well, to her, that is.

The pretty brown wolf cub, splotched in hues of white and black, much like her father, tilts her head quizzically, gazing out at the land that was collectively called Slough Creek. Perched on a pretty throne of rock that was the overhead of the den, she is a little queen in her own little space.

What kind of world to we live in,
Where Love is divided by Hate?
Losing control of our feelings,
We all must be dreaming this life away.
In a world so cold...

--World So Cold, 12 Stones

Normally, life was fairly stable in the Aspen Heights.

Puppies were sheltered in the cool, stone cavern that was called a den. Coyotes feared its depths, spreading tales of a giant bear that guarded it, allowing only wolves to make such a home, under the promise that he would be fed his dues once a month. Bears themselves hated it, being too large to nest in it. And eagles were simply too lazy to land.

It was considered the best area in which to raise a family. The flowers growing around the base of it were seen as good luck charms, guarding den and family against unpleasant threats.

But as far as Seven was concerned, he was anything but lucky.

In terms of his color, his palette, he could be considered the ultimate hybrid. Dressed in his mother’s charcoal, his father’s rust peppered throughout, he was considered a beauty in his own right. His only unique feature, the only thing he could claim as his own, were his blazing orange eyes, tongues of flame that told the hardships of three months of life.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seven cringes at the sound. He eyes look solemnly towards the direction of the cattle ranch, knowing that another foolish wolf overstepped his confidence – and paid for it with his life.

While Seven himself had never seen the ranch, he vowed to never even try and glance a peek at such a place. When he was just six weeks old, just old enough to crawl out of the stoned cavern that was his birthplace, the family was under duress. He and his siblings were the first pups born within the newest generation of leaders; all before him had long died, leaving just him, his sisters, and his mother and father, Saya and Ten.

However, such was not the issue at hand.

I am kind of new. I have been playing this game from a fawn till got an adult deer. but this is my first time in the forum so..Hi everyone!

Well, I edited this before because I thought the poem was pretty, and I wanted to be all dkagnelanlg mysterious and shite. I fail in my endeavors apparently.

Alright, here's the whole scoop.

About a month or two ago, I posted a couple of stories and a chart. No big deal, right?

Oh, but see, these stories and chart revolved around wolves.

As a result, someone decided to make a blog telling me to remove the stories and chart. They put my name in the blog. It was publicly posted, and I was outright humiliated.

And for what? My intention was not to bring these wolves into the Forest. I wrote the stories over winter break whilst playing WolfQuest 2, and to be honest, this is the only place I cam post them without being rebuked. Or at least that's what I had thought. For those of you going, "Oh, just post them in the WolfQuest forum," I can't.

Why? Because their rules concerning stories about wolves are very strict. I already know full well that 95% of my stories would be rejected outright. I'd post the rules, but I won't for now. This is the third time I've had to retype this, because I accidentally backspaced, and lost everything. Therefore, I'm in no mood for posting their rules and tearing them apart.

To be honest, I really didn't want to bring this whole event up; I was in no mood for starting a potential war over "morals" and all that jazz. But I have been very bitter about it since that time, and last night, I just snapped.

It seems there are no more people who are eligable to have their own fanart weeks!

There are a few people who are 1 or 2 pieces behind, and I hope you guys finish up. (:

I'd say this wasn't a complete failure of an organized event! Plenty of people made a good effort to finish everything, and do a good job. (:

Alot of people, improved their art by alot in just a little bit of time, by participating in this event! Good job guys!

Next Wednsday, I will post links to folders for each person's fanart-a-thon week. You can download the folders to make sure you recieved ALL of your fanart-a-thon art!


Now... There will be another fanart-a-thon soon. Rules will be slightly different, and I'm not sure when it will begin. Just keep an eye out, if you're interested, and I'll make an announcement when sign-ups will begin, and a list of rule!

Thanks for making this fanart-a-thon pretty successful guys!

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Done streaming for now. Computer and bedroom both too hot.
(WHYYYYY is it so HOT!)

This week has been going so slowly... besides the point I was scolded for no true reason by my silly grandpa. x3
Nothing but loads of work and lazyness.

I hope to get back on EF next week and see you guys. 8D (Though... It'll be hard to know who's from the forums. XD)

Boring post is boring. =)

How about you? o.e I hope your weeks are as good as mine. 8D