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((With this letter I include a match. Strike it if you will, and do with it what you choose. Give light to the words and read on, and if at the end you feel any dissatisfaction I hope that the least I can provide is the delight in incineration...))

No one turns an eye to the wandering fool.
Civility, grudgingly unbound, is met with impatient glances and hurried departures of the rudest sort, even when performed against one so deserving of it- but it cannot be met with bitterness.
All bridges have been burned, yet the flaming match was unknowingly dropped. The consequence of playing so ignorantly with the fire of love in the hearts of past familiars. Mistakes are made, accidents befall us all -the best, and the worst of us, the worst of which I am more familiar to be sure.
And in the cruelest turn of events a butterfly’s admiration, even of the weakest, flimsiest sort, is lost forever as it flitters away on charred and disfigured wings. No doubt the poor creature would soon meet his end, but there are other such lovely figures to admire, after all. What is the loss to the world? He is forgotten.

The losses have been great. Scarcely a day passes that unimaginable sorrow does not grip in so tight a hold that a bitter son does not consider a grieved mother’s…unimaginably reprehensible demise with, I dare say, admiration and newfound understanding. Perhaps all that keeps him from an early bed with earth-dwelling creatures is the spite designed into determination that has always driven him so strongly onward. An admirable quality, perhaps…once. But what is his return now? A come back so heartily unwelcome? Surely not so admirable at all in the eyes of so many wronged.

Incase anyone has a minute to spare in the forest, I would really love it if someone could spellspam me with pelts! I wan't the butterfly one. I'm sleeping by the pond, and there are a few deer there so just look for my picto (in my picture).

Eeeh! I'm so excited being in the forest again! <3
But that aside, I saw something cool today. I was hanging around the waterhole, there was one more deer with me there, but (here's the cool part) he had a mask and antlers on! And after a few minutes of staring at him in shock i went to lay down, but then he did a wierd thing on his way out from the shroom circle. He backed all the way out thru the big "yellow"/beige tree, and the mask and antlers stayed on, same thing on his way in.
So is it possible to keep your set while going IN to de drinkplaats? I tried to but I failed, so is it a glitch or a trick?

Sorry about the title; wasn't sure what I wanted to call this. Anyway, here's a picture of what Aru typically looks like, assuming he's not being changed by the various deer he encounters in the forest.



A bio of him will come soon, but I don't have much time right now. Enjoy? :3

Well. Let's see...I've never really made a blog before, but I've certainly read quite a few. This blog is going to be for my stag, Aru, and in here you will find all of his musings and some fun information about him, in addition to floods of pictures. x3

I'm not quite ready to start yet (I need to compile some things), but I figured I might as well post here to sort of make it semi-official that I'm starting my own blog. ^^;

By the way, ignore that my name his name is Dib. He's an adopted picto, and I'm guessing that was his previous name, but I've changed it to Aru now. :3

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