Thank you for playing with Chopin, now, who are you? sorry I kept coming and going, I was RPing, thank you for staying even when I left for so long~

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Who was I just playing with in the forest?
First Deer:
Pelt: Peacock
Antlers: Peacock
Mask: Dead Deer/skull mask

Second Deer: (we helped you get your antlers and pelt and mask ^^ )
Pelt: Grey
Antlers: Claw antlers? Idk what they are called
Mask: Long white and red mask

I was the fawn with the poppies ^^
We were at the ruins for a while dancing around in the cage and attempting to air-sit. Then we were at the pond and met another fawn and then I left, we were also at the trees that had masks, antlers and stuff on them.

Charlotte threw herself back again the wall, pain shot through her whole body. A drumming beat filled her head and she screamed, the pain banging on her ribs and itching across her skin. How long could she stand it? The the light of the full moon shone through the window, it touched her sweating skin and she yelled louder.
Sharp, black claws pierced through the flesh of her fingers and curled outwards over her growing hands, her hands were beggining to be covered in black fur and were turning into giant club-like paws.
Her arms and chest bulged with muscle, her shoulders becoming broader. The air was filled with cracking noises as her bones snapped and reformed , her head tilted up to the roof of the old barn and she began to scream again. Her windpipe was ripped apart and reformed as her neck grew wider, her screaming was cut off and replaced with an in-human snarl.
Thick black fur sprouted from her pores and covered her sweating body, she felt overheated and uncomfortable by this. Her jaw snapped and half of her face began to portrude into a muzzle, the skin stretching over them. Thick, yellow fangs ripped through her gums replacing her human teeth and jutted out over her muzzle, the transformation was almost complete, her pelvis snapped and twisted causing her body to move into a crouch and her spine split apart and moved so she became more flexible. A yowl of pain and the beast stood on two legs. Its huge wolf head was dipped low and its eyes were squeezed shut against the pain.
Then they shot open.
Her eyes was a horrifying orange. They glimmered like fire and bruned like lava.
Her pupils widened and she threw her muzzle back and up, the black mane that was draped over her shoulders and chest rustled as she did so.
Charlotte opened her muzzle, revealing those huge yellow fangs and the cold eerie howl echoed through the sky and the night, the creatures cowered in fear and the humans prepared for what was coming...

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Felt like I needed to put something up.

Just a random little update, trying to find the names of all the pelts and masks and antlers, if anybody has a link to the page containing them? if not I'll just continue to learn by watching and reading.

Hope to have Chopin's backstory up soon.

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.