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What did I do

Okay people tell,tell me what did i do this time. Barf!


Apart from Dannii and a few other members no seem s to talk to me. Even some of the others who used to talk to me dont. Did I do something?

NO

Sheba



Can we ignore the truth



And deny the justice



Is possible to forget the things we once held so dear





Is it ever easy to give up your dreams



The ones you had since you were little



Is it ok to let others push you around



Is it all right to intentionally hurt someone .


The answer to all of these is no.










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Jacob's Picto-Switch

Hey guys, just wanted to let you know, those who know Jacob, that his account grew up.
Here's his picto from now on.
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* (Testing, ignore)

Testing Stuff, under the cut
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When --they- arrived. [ May contain mild violence. ]

[=10][center] I had to look, didnt I? I couldnt just gallop towards the cage in the ruins, could I? not when that was just twenty feet from my hiding spot. That being a pack. Of. Wolves. Wolves. In our forest? no. Surely the Gods didnt allow it? I pulled back my ears as one of the wolves, a white she-wolf, lifted her head and howled. This triggered the entire pack. A pack of thirteen. As the wolves howls ended, I heard hundreds of low thuds as hooves hit the floor. A large stag, I didnt know his name, seemed to be the most enthusiastic about driving the wolves from The Endless Forest.

He lowered his head and roared his fury, the wolves turning and snarling, revealing the thing they crowded around. "Heiil"! I shrieked, running forward on stiff teenage legs, slipping on the snow. There, in the middle of the wolves, lay my fawn friend. Torn and twisted, mauled and broken. Poor Heiil... She never deserved something like that, it was murder! Torture, to be pulled apart by so many wolves at one time. No, this fawn deserved to die like many other deer in this forest. Of old age, surrounded by friends, mates, children, grandchildren... Not ripped to shreds. "Heiil"! Someone else shouted out, I looked up and stared at a ParoJay. In the late summer, a flock of parrots had come and roosted in our tree's. Mating with the mockingJays. And thus creating the ParoJay. The ParoJay could repeat anything it heard, being known to repeat the nearby sounds of chainsaws and car alarms. I lowered my head, showing off my antlers. Crazy antlers. Antlers that grew out of my spine as well as my skull.

The large stag moved forward, infront of me, blocking off the wolves. "Control yourself, child." His clear, dominant voice echoing through the forest. "You will only disgrace the will of the child, if you charge and lead yourself to suicide"! He snorted.
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+What Fun!+ [Please at least READ this.]

Hello! Revtheyr here!
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Travels of Terpsichore: Fawnhood

The world seems made for dancing in.


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The Flood (Two Way Challenge)

Info on this here

My inspiration

Nicholas, the Photogenic Deer

"A good snapshot stops a moment from running away"


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