Not as bad this time, despite the time gap. Only 18. More tomorrow, as there were quite a few taken today, which need a separate entry. |D
Since these start on the 17th, I don't remember what was happening for half of them that well anymore. |D The pics will do the talking, except for a few that need captions.


Zombie-sitting: Attempt 1 - FAIL.

Attempt 2 - SUCCESS.









Wondering who the stag on the right is. ..and hoping they didn't think Blue was a doe. |D

A day late, yeah. Well I didn't get around to posting these yesterday, so here they are now.
(btw, a few of these, taken during fog, were edited slightly in Photoshop so it's easier to see what's going on)

[=white]All Hallows Eve has come and gone, but it would seem the festivities have yet to come to an end.
I awoke to snowfall, with giant dandelions taking the place of many of the forest's trees. And almost right away I found that Lady Amary was approaching. Not long after engaging in finding some amusement from the giant flora, we were joined by the presence of Darkweaver as well. Even Lady Kaoori made an appearance.
I could not help but notice, that the fawns I had seen, were retaining spells that had been cast upon them. It was as if they were indeed permanent.
It may be due to my curiosity being answered, but I found myself experiencing a second childhood, or more like third[i] childhood if you will. I had taken on the form of a fawn once more. Only, I still carried the great antlers atop my head. How I could still carry them, I do not know. But soon, Lady Amary and even Darkweaver had become fawns as well!
The events that followed I can only describe as a lack of sanity on my part.


Though, unfortunately, the good mood found itself being rudely interrupted by the arrival of a stag I had seen before. The last time had been when the gods of this forest decided to grant night time. This one seemed...less than thrilled with Darkweaver's presence then. If both had been in top form, and I had not stepped in between to stare the other one down, I can bet my second life a fight may have broken out.
It seemed this situation wished to prove similar, but different, for neither was fatigued by wounds.

Greenyellow eyes awoke to the pleasant shine of the morning sun. Slowly, but lovingly, they opened, looking around the foreign room. This wasn't his old apartment anymore. He was no longer in America. He was home. The home he grew up in, and the home he will live the rest of his life in. He belonged here.

Andy rolled over onto his back, staring up drowsily at the white ceiling, a bulb-shaped glass staring back at him. The lights weren't on, obviously. He looked at the shades on the window, only half closed to let some of the light in. Dust floated about contently in its warm rays. The room was silent. The only thing heard was the chirp of some native bird, probably not found anywhere else but here.

Then Andy turned his head the other way. And there he found what he would always find now. The person he would never give up. The person who he would now spend his life with. His husband, Jun, still sleeping peacefully on the other half of the bed. Andy felt a wave of warmth flow through his chest at the sight of him laying there. Just where he belonged. Right next to him. He carefully leaned over to kiss Jun on the cheek, which caused him to stir a bit, but not wake up.

The blond crawled out of bed and stretched, his bare chest shivering a little from the new morning cold outside his blanket. He wandered into the kitchen, which took him a few minutes to find in this new house, and started making some coffee. But as if on cue, as soon as he came close enough to the phone, it rung. Andy picked it up, examining the number, and pressed Talk.

"Hallo?... Ja, tale..." Andy spoke in his native Norwegian, as if he never knew English at all. The speaker on the other end told him something for several minutes. Andy's face grew more concerned as he went on. "Virkelig?..." Another pause. "... Ja... Takk... God bye..." He hung up, holding the phone to his heart and staring off into space.

"Who was it?"

to this x
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Aphew. Okay, let's start.
Sorry if these make any conputer die. D8
Or human.
Or deer.
...
Yeah. Anyway. Enjoy. 8D

Mini-Abiogenesis'
#1

Huge god spellspamming.


Oh God, he hit Flyra! And now he has changed his look ~


...


UWO.

#2

Bomb! Run, Flyra, run!
... No, not TOWARDS the bomb, silly!


Epic party down under the rainbow~


Michael plays undefinable lightthingy.


Oh, look, tulips.
At that point, my Forest crashed, and when I came back, this mini Abio was over. 8/

#3

Sparklestars!


Moar sparklestars!


...sparklelightnings?


Big airplane! Awrgh, watch out!


Ah.

#4

UWW.


Follow the water line~


Flyra: D8"""


FLOWARS!


Bombs.


FLOWARS!

Beautiful Nightmare = Hex Code #460078
Sweet Dream = Hex Code #e8ba00

Semi-Based on recent events that happened in game, but more so a story to show everyone why it's wise to approach Nightmare while he's in his current state of mind. He's hurting himself, more so as a punishment to himself because he couldn't protect Laurette (Someone he cares for in a weird manner) and now... he's lost his mind somewhat in a Beautiful Nightmare.

He hurt himself greatly last night by attacking the Twin Gods Statue (Which I think a few might have seen) and left to only be tormented by a fawn that wouldn't leave even with his warnings. The fawn put him down more, made him more angered and threw him into a deeper pit that he has to climb out of. However, bad things will come long before anything good happens.

Right now IN GAME the only ones capable of approach Nightmare fully would be Laurette and Sithrim, Sithrim being the better choice of the two. The smoke that Nightmare's spewing forth recognizes them as 'friends' and thus it's not really going to affect either. However, if one or the other attacks him... then it will recognize them as an enemy and could possibly effect them.

Anyone ELSE whom approaches Nightmare is putting their deer at risk (View Here for details) of not only being hurt, but at risk of inhaling the smoke he's bellowing out from his body.

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"Wandering these forest lands as a plagued piece of memories... I walk and run to bring torment to the tormentors... however, I have made but only a couple friends and now... now I will likely lose them..."

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Tea and me, are like two pods in a pea
Or rather two pees in a pod
We will walk all day, and run and play
And then sit down on our tods

Tea and me, we go way back
Well, as far as we can remember
Which in my case is Thursday
And Teas, last november

Tea and me, we are never appart
Except when we have to be
Which is lets say, a little while
Until Teacup wants some tetley tea!

Right, i know crap, so sorry for dumping it here, but it is kinda funny i feel, and anyway, Prongs wrote it xDDDDD