Hi! <3 God, I've been gone from the forest now for so long, I'm surprised people even remember me! I miss the forest so much, and I really wanna come meet my old friends, haven't seen you in so long!
But unfortunately, my comp still can't handle TEF, it's so laggy and slow, I can barely walk without having my comp crash, it sux. :/
MAYBE I'll get to lend my moms comp someday but even tho TEF works really well there, after I've played it get's really slow and she can barely use it. And since she uses it for working I can't be on it that much.
But I'm really glad you guys haven't forgotten about me still, I promise I will be back in the forest someday, and I hope all my great friends from b4 will still be here! <333

(Spoken through the mind of my fawn, Kero Dai Shu.)

Who am I?
I find myself asking that question often. Too often.
It's not that I don't know my name. It's just... well, it's so complicated.

Kero Dai Shu. It means nothing, yet it means every thing. It's not in any language, yet it's so simple that it should be. My name makes me unique. Yet, that uniqueness is scary. Others hurry away from me once I start to play. Is it how I jump around and zig-zag? Or is it me? Am I the reson for my loneliness?

My line has become an endless repeat of silence. If I walk for long enough, if I roar often enough, some one comes. It's usually a fawn that comes to see me, at least that doesn't make me also feel tiny. Every fawn that I meet, we greet eachother by sniffing. This usually is fallowed by a respectful bow. I often start to hop, hoping they will play a game with me. Some times, when I'm lucky, the other fawn will hop as well. I run and hide, then zoom out again to incurage a game of tag or hide-and-go-seek. Any fawn that has not ran off by then usually shakes their head on walks away.

The older deer. The Stags. The don't bother to play with me, but I suppose that's okay. Some times I try to get them to dance with me, but they always walk away and ignore me. A few Stegs have even reared or acted angery at my efforts.

That leaves me wondering, who am I? Am I a lonely fawn looking for a friend? Am I to persistent? Am I to unique, to different? Am I just some helpless fawn that's been abandond by the other deer? Or am I just a nothing, an animal not ment to be there? Maybe I'm some thing else? Oh, how I wish I knew!

I have the habit of staying close to the pond, trying to find an answer. Will I still be there doing the same thing when I am a Steg? If I am, I will fight back my trecherouse loneliness with my antlers and win my place amongst the other deer. If I find my place when I am a Steg, I will become friends with all the other lonely fawns.

I was thinking of doing paid commissions when summer starts (so quite some time away.) Would anyone be interested if I did this?

Second question to those already established with coms, how would you suggest getting your name out there in order to get them in? DA is clearly not working. Also, how would you suggest pricing?

If anyone is unfamiliar with my works, you may look here - http://ahundredwingedwishes.deviantart.com/

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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. ]