I thought I would be warning community.
Today, I am not in so good of mood.
So Jenè-paul may be aggressive.
I cannot help it.
I am having bad short temper due to attitudes of others and tragedy in family.

I hope that you would be understanding.
It is nothing personal..you know I don't know any of you any way so, hm.
You may want to be giving him space.

WARNING: Drug use, some bad language

Huhu, here's what's happening while Skelter's being all happy and lovey >D

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Coat: Normal fawn coat
Antlers: None
Mask: None
Favorite place: Drink plaat
Favorite thing to do: Play with friends
Favorite food: Rasberries
Current place: River
Diary: It's cold and dark out, all the deer left and I'm alone. I hear wolves out and, I'm scared. I miss my family hopefully they will return soon and, we can all find a dry spot. I'm slowly drifting to sleep but I can't with wolves out, I try to get up but my leg has been broken slipping in mud.
I hear wolves howl, they close in closer, I have no where to run. I see a whole pack stalking toward me. I close my eyes and wait for death. Suddenly a stag runs out and, throws a wolf with his large antlers. The whole pack charges for him but, he throws them off like nothing.
I try getting up but my legs bail out again.
The wolves yip and, quickly run away. I sit still waiting for the stag to move away but, he just moves closer. I stare into his golden eyes. He helps me up with his antlers and, he looks toward me as if he wants me to follow. so I slowly walk to him and, I follow him. He leads me to an empty tree trunk and, I lay to rest. Next morning I am alone again but, at least I can see. I look outside at the landscape, I see something that looks like to deer resting. Run toward them with happiness in my heart. I start to move in slowly seeing blood. I shortly notice they are my parents. I start to run franticly hoping they aren't hurt but, I was completely wrong. I moved in, blood all over them. They were dead. I lay there crying over them and, that's where I lay now, waiting for deer to return.

Deer of the Forest.

I have found something the forest is not meant to know.

Is not meant to have....

I fear the wrath of our Gods should I reveal this secret to you.

Pages upon pages of a dialect resembling the names we carry.

A Lost Language, a Wirtten Word of the Forest...

I will speak the words.

[ A dialect left un spoken in thousands of years rolls off her tongue. Once spoken by the First Deer of the Forest, the knowledge of the Language resides within the mind of every deer. An uncanny ability to translate the words. You listen carefully to the voice narrating which has replaced Mystress'. A human voice. The First Ancestors of the Human-less Forest, you now dwell in. Chills run up your spine as you hear the last words ever written. They somehow know you, and you, know them. ]

Come to me now
Lay your hands over me
Even if it’s a lie, say it will be alright
And I shall believe

The apartment was as dark as ever, but still, it offered a brief respite from the chaotic world oustide. And it was warm. Candles now graced almost every surface in the flat, lighting what they could with a soft, yellow glow. It flickered over the floor, onto the rug, and then the feet of the three figures spread across the couch. A graceful female watched them from across the room with a calm smile – odd, as her unseeing eyes seemed to know exactly where they were. Her work was done. The tall woman softly made her way from the kitchen to the door, passing through and shutting it with a dull click.

As quiet as it was, the sound was enough to rouse the woman on the right side from her daze. Dark green eyes flickered open, and she surpressed a yawn just barely before looking to her side. The dark-haired man on the other side was fast alseep, tucked neatly beside his brother, who was snoring lightly as well. The girl’s eyes roved over them for a moment, her lips parted in a confusing expression. Maybe even blank. In the silence that passed, her deep voice snuck around the room, reaffirming something her mind had only recently formulated.

“Without each other we’d be…alone. Right?”

Getting what seemed like a positive response from the room, she laid her head back down. Pretty face once more turned to sleep with the others. Just ordinary people, recovering from something that had been there for far too long.

I’m broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe

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“There is a time for risky love. There is a time for extravagant gestures. There is a time to pour out your affections on one you love. And when the time comes - seize it, don't miss it.”

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