Today me and Bowen when't down to the lake again, took us a bit because we got lost a little. (we wish we had a map or at least Me and Bowen relay like the lake, its so relaxing to hear to sound of the water and ducks just passing on by. Not long after we had sat down a little fawn cam and sat next to Bowen, did stay there for long mind.
So we were just sitting there waiting for something to happen, I was doing something at the time so I couldn't do much. But then a random deer and fawn come up to Bowen and stared dancing. After that Bowen went off to a little group of deer's that weren't to far away from the lake. He got there and played a little but wasn't felling it, so he when't off a few feet away from the group to have a little breather. He felt better so he when't back to the group and sat down, when out of no were a deer gave him the antlers from the set we'd lost yesterday. But then the same deer ( I think ) gave him another pair, but they were peacock feathers and he didn't rely won't them, so he ran off nap.
After Bowen had rested up he had a look around and spotted a few deer's playing about in a lavender patch and went to do join then. When he got there he said his hellos, then everyone started to jump about in circles. Then after that, one of them when't off and gave came back with a shiny new coat for me, but it wasn't the coat that I was looking for so he kindly declined it. Then everyone started dancing and spinning around, a few minuets that and fate hit again! Bowen had lost his antlers! We were upset about it of course, but at least this pair lasted longer then the last. So we danced a little more but me and Bowen had to go, so we said are goodbyes and left.
Today was a good, got the antlers, but lost them again. D; Don't bother reading what's at the bottom, its for the skipper. But over all is was fun. ^_^
And if you'v got this far thanks for reading.
Esll, Vala, whoever was the deer in the gold swirly pelt who danced with Sqish, and whoever it was in the red pelt, butterfly antlers, and Secretary mask, the Giant Bunny, and everyone at the dance party with the Giant Bunny
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[=#66ccff]I opened my eyes again today. I wasn't expecting it, really. The dreams of my long slumber muddled together in my head, but I could remember a pleasant feeling. I think I dreamed about Echo.
My legs were stiff and tired from being so unused, but the feeling quickly returned to them as I began to re-explore the forest. It seemed a little more alive then I remembered, and there was a new place, as well. Unless I simply forgot it was there... but I'm certain I haven't become that forgetful. I drank the water there, and it changed me into an animal. It must have something to do with the mushroom circle around it.
I just haven't been able to get back into the TEF groove. Sorry if you don't see me in-forest for a few days. I'm also trying to catch up with school and all.
Appearance Silvery wears the magpie coat, a pelt consisting of different shades of blue and purple. Her underbelly and face are made of the purest white, while her chocolate brown eyes are surrounded by a charcoal coloured mask. It is said that the black was caused by her insomnia and the many fearful tears she had cried after each nightmare. In summer her head is covered in beautiful, red peacock-like feathers. In winter she loses these feathers, until a few smaller ones (magpie) remain. Her fur is extremely fluffy, and even fluffier in the wintery season. Especially her tail is covered in a lot of fur.
History
[=12]Silvery was raised by only her mother, since her father decided to leave the family while she was still a newborn fawn. Her mother pretended Silvery didn't have a biological father, but instead was a child of the (male) Twin God himself. From early age it was known Silvery had a very short attention span and trouble listening.
[=Sylfaen][=15]The sun was bright, golden rays that slipped past the protective canopy above. There was a slight chill to the air, it was late October so that was to be expected. Or maybe it was the forest preparing itself for the coming of the Dark Lord.
However, I luckily had yet to encounter any darkness on this fine day, though I did not know it was going to follow soon...
I pranced through the forest, chasing the butterflies and the squirrels, letting the bright sunlight warm my white pelt. The air was crisp and my breath left a smokey fog as I called out across the forest, to tell all where I was. I lifted my head high, ears pricked forward, strained against my pole as I listened for any returned calls. There was only one. It came from closer to the large old oak.
I trembled and shook myself off, moving toward the tree slowly. The shadows cast lay long over the forest floor, beating away the warmth and comfort of the sun above. I slowed, then finally stopped, gazing ahead at the base of the tree where an old stag stood. I lowered my head slowly, breathing out again before my nares flared, taking in a deep breath. He did not seem to be a foe. I crept forward, lowering my head and bowing down to him in greeting. I did not know how he would respond, so I stepped back, waiting.
He turned toward me, eyes red, or so they appeared. I felt my body tremble, and I cringed back away from him in fright. He roared, lowering the great set that adorned his scalp. I quickly backed away, almost falling over my own hooves in my desperate attempt to get away. He did not pursue, merely turned back to where he stood over a sleeping deer that I could now see hidden half behind one of the edges of the dead oak.
I lowered my head sadly, the memories flickering through my mind of running alone, hooves flailing behind me as the large stag had attacked. I turned away.
The forest surrounded me, keeping me in the darkness of the leaves.
If you've read Aleit's bio recently, you'd know that he is in a very odd mood. He's taken things more seriously than he really should have and is now nearly paranoid about everything.
So... when Aleit suddenly stops what he was doing and listens, he is looking for signs of anything that may harm the friends that are with him.
I know that there is nothing to worry about and that the forest just goes on, but Aleit thinks that as soon as he looks away, one of his friends will disappear. He also may act a little more possessive or defensive around his doe friends as he doesn't want any stags coming around to take them away where he'd never see/get to dance and hop around with them again. (But to the does with a mate, feel free to leave and be with your love, Aleit will just have to get over it CB)
His world has changed more than he wanted it to, so he's basically trying to rebel against the changes.
Remember, he's just in a weird state of mind right now, so it's best just to not worry. He's just a little confused.
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A stranger sharpened his antlers on bark, raging against the tree. A couple nuzzled one another. A deer sat among the ruins in perfect, contemplative silence. And I wandered, looking for someone solitary and willing to aid me in the recovery of my pelt. I had little luck, though.
I walked for a while with a nice, but not-useful fawn (though I perhaps should have indicated my wishes, but...) and down at the lake, I ran with one of the gods. It's refreshing to see them about at times, even though I am both puzzled and suspicious a little -- the gods are very good at cloning themselves, it appears. I don't understand it, though I like to imagine. It was a nice run around the lake shore, with the water splashing beneath our hooves and the wind in our stripped-clean fur. He departed (in that form), and I at last spotted a familiar and largely-unoccupied pictogram, and knew it to be Virgil's. I ran to meet him, and after some intense and puzzling sniffing on his part (I do not know my own smell; it's an amazing mystery of the self. I can see my eyes and touch my flesh, hear the slide of my own voice, but I cannot smell my own scent.), we began running around the forest and hills. I love running. As we came to a stop, I at last directed him to my request for a new pelt, since him volunteering such did not seem forthcoming. It was not a long work today, which came as a relief. We had ended up at the ruins, where we began to play... Until I noticed a descending figure standing behind a wall.
I knew him, though only vaguely: his name was Kinsha. I greeted him, since he did have my acquaintance, and he didn't seem to notice. I wondered if he didn't see me, or if he didn't care... I hoped for the former, and decided I would make myself be seen. I know I am no ninja, and my skills at sneaking from behind him were horrible -- but it was a fun amusement, humming some action-filled song in the back of my head.
Ladies and Gentleman, a debate is not an argument, nor is it a flame war, nor is it a /bad thing/.
If we are all the intelligent, mindful, creative people that I believe us to be, we should all be able to conduct, direct, and engage in a debate about whatever topic.
