i'm looking for the skull mask, 'cause there's halloween is all around)
i will be very happy if someone will send me scull mask by mail. ))

[=#006400]
I awoke in the great oak, with a fawn sitting nearbye. I elected to play with him and another fawn that appeared for a moment. The first fawn and I bounced our way out from the oak when Tally came by and elected to join us. She seemed to be in good spirits, which is a little surprising, considering what I've heard about her emotionally tangled social life -- I'm happy to see she can put those worries in the back of her mind and enjoy herself for a while. It's a very special gift, ad one I've worked very hard to master. For while we sprang about, I couldn't help but notice something that drew my attention away...

Pepokeen. It's been a long time since I saw him last, and a long time since I felt real kinship with him -- But I would still think of him fondly, and I decided that I would like to rekindle that old connection with him. As I left them, though, I did hope that they'd follow. They didn't, and so I must only hope it didn't seem too offensive. I joined Pepokeen with another fawn, and we played and danced until the fawn flickered off. The sunlight fell on us like a bright blanket -- compared to the golden radiance, the bare nibs of my cold candles couldn't compare, casting no creditable coruscation, I though it was best to replace them. And as Pepokeen's antlers were bare, I led him to a flower patch and asked him to replace them for me with the tender blessings of flowers soaking in the sun. As he gave them to me, a fawn arrived and gave me its own flowers, creating a double-thick layer of the tissuey purple blossoms over the candles. I thanked the fawn, and in return, Pepokeen and I cast a few antler spells on it, provided by a nearby pine. I normally am not so fond of magic for magic's sake, but when it's for a fawn, I get a glimpse of how wonderous the world is through their eyes. After that, we went running and bouncing around in great circles, until the time came that I had to go. It was very nice, seeing Pepokeen again.

[=10]






The room was silent aside from his breathing, deep but quiet. His chest rose and fell evenly, blue eyes with their odd pupils staring up at the white sheet that hung over the bed's frame and fell in silky curtains on either side. Eventually Jareth sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He looked out of the window - the wooden shutters were open since it was only late afternoon. It was foolish of him to keep them open; seeing the outside world only tempted him to join it, to spread his white wings and fly out to find her...
But that, too, would be foolish. Her letter...If you find a heart, come around sometime. If he found a heart? Her choice of words seemed to be poor - Jareth had found a heart. He'd found it, and gained nothing. Nothing but sorrow. That was all he'd ever really gotten from her, wasn't it? Sorrow? But what about the times they'd laughed? When they'd talked? Joked together, even if it had been rare?
What about the times they'd--
"No." He repeated the word. "No." Those kisses had meant nothing.
Nothing to her, at least. Oh how she'd drawn him to her! Lured him in, tricked him, without his noticing - until it was too late, and he'd fallen. With broken wings. He remembered the time they'd last met. She'd ended it, and he had spoken...But why hadn't he told her that she mattered? That, in a way, he needed her?
That he loved her?
The answer to the last question was there - it would do no good. She knew he loved her. And still she was harsh, and cruel. Cruel. He was more fragile than she thought, it seemed.

Well, it's been asked several times... who Toxic's secret love it. It's not the best of stories, and it's something that I was trying to figure out how to work with for a bit and then things seemed to flow. Toxic's guilt has gotten to him, he's drifting down the Mental Drain fast because of things that he knows he's done (From hurting Nathan to hurting Ceyln) he's been feeling so down that nothings been fully capable of cheering him up. Except for one thing...

This is for Arri, I'm sorry it's not the best @.@ I'll try and do better later sweetie <3 *much love*

For those curious, Estellan is my Birthday Gift (As well as Toxic's) From the wonderfully Talented Arri, and thus... in the end, ultimately, Estellan became more than enough to heal Toxic's broken heart and give him the push he needed to fight his illness and infection.

Alright to everyone who saw Quad act really upset, I'm sorry about that - I had something happen in real life and I needed to vent. After hanging with Toukan for a bit I was able to cool off. What happened is unimportant and please don't feel like I was upset with anyone in particular.


Quad ran into Virgil


Quad: "What? I'm a tree!"


Found a few more deer.


Quad bumped into Toukan (about the time I had to vent from my IRL incident)


Quad: "Silly caribou!"


Don't ask


Quad and Toukan: "This is our tree. You cannot has."


We had a dancing contest with another deer and a fawn.


Quad eats a mid-air snack.

I would like to take this time to personally thank every single person on this community that has done Fanart of any of my deer in the past... and in the future. Really, it means a lot to me to see others actually taking the time out of their day to just sit down and draw something of my characters. No matter the skill or talent behind it, you are all special and it means more than anything to me.

I am THANKFUL and HONORED that anyone would do any sort of Fanart for my characters. And really, I'm more surprised than anything. Really, to see someone drawing my character it really takes my breath away because for me, it means I'm doing something right and that YOU enjoy the character for who and what they are. Thank you, every single one of you.

With that said, this blog is going to be a Link section for those pictures that have been done for my characters. Meaning, no one is going to hide if I have gotten fanart So, if you have ever drawn something for me please, post a comment here and link me to it. I want to get a collection here, so that I may (When I update my deers bios) post them onto the bios when they are updated. I THINK I've gotten everyone around here... I don't know though <_<

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine,
I keep my eyes wide open all the timep

Translucent wisps of gray smoke swam through the air lazily, hovering over the black disc spinning around its fixed trajectory on the record player. Meanwhile, the upbeat guitar strumming drowned out everything beyond the open window and filled the living room with a once-popular tune. He found his heel subconsciously tapping to it against the archaic hardwood floors. Sucking in another nicotine-laced breath, he broke the stare held on the ceiling for the past minute or so and shot a questioning glance toward the hallway, where flighty footsteps squeaked across the floor and a door clicked shut.
“If you don’t hurry up, I’m going without you.” He warned with an undeniable expression of amusement. Silence followed, in what could only be imagined as suppressed laughter. He put out the cigarette. The notion of the thousand things she would be up to was enough to pull him away from the counter and curiously approach the hallway. The bathroom, where she had said she’d be, was now dark and vacant while the opposing door to his bedroom was suspiciously closed. A smirk flashed across his lips. Real funny.

[center][=9]I don't know.
It's so hard for me to fit in with this community.
I was looking at some of the really old blogs, from, what, January of last year? So much has changed. Yes, changes do take place, but not always for the better.
Members used to be so welcoming, there weren't yet any groups or cliques, simplistic biographies, everyone was welcomed with arms wide open...
Didn't have so many of the frickin' updates that are like spam to me, and that cover the diaries page like an infestation.
Or the players who feel the need to update them multiple times in one day, just to add one little detail or fix errors. It doesn't even have to be for those reasons.
I don't know where I'm heading with this. Maybe if you go back-way back-and read some of those blogs, you'll see what I mean.
I love my character, Sapphieal (Sgro), and I won't delete him; he's only staying for Emiva and Gweneth, if they ever decide to come back.
I'm leaving this site. Yeah, I'm one of the thousands of others who complain, and who'll keep complaining. As far as I'm concerned, we're not making any progress in fixing this site.
And while I'm complaining, I laugh at the members here who take what they have for granted. Some of them are oblivious to the ridiculous amounts of attention they receive.
It seems like people are selfish here to. What, because someone has good art they're automatically better than someone who's still practicing, and may not be as skilled. This applies with artwork and biographies.
Here are some example of what I'm getting at.
Example 1;
Bio. 1
Bio. 2

They were releasing them again! I just saw someone get the crying mask and dotd mask cast on them!
Will someone please help me get the dotd pelt?

W hat little light there was that night in the Autumn air, reflected off of the pure pelt of a new arrival, a presence that had made himself known to Jettem over the course of a mere few days. Sleep did not come so easily to her as it did others. Even the feared Bylah of the Forest had been seen out of the corner of her eye with his head bowed against his rotting breast, the fire in his eyes dimmed to smoldering embers.
So she sat, waiting. His fur brushed against hers in his sleep, light mumblings coming from his lips as he dreamed on beneath her watchful stare. What few bugs and dirt she found in his pelt she pulled off him, a rare need inside herself taking shape with each time she did so.



Just watching him sleep brought a peace of mind, a light thought, a humble action to her personal being. Where she had felt nothing, she felt now, as when with Nor. A tiny pull at her lips hinted at a smile but it was gone before anyone could tell. How funny, that she had come to be the Guardian of Sleep lately. Nor, Nine, occasionally Bylah (though sometimes she even doubted he ever slept) and more often now the strange deer of the Forest. They came, they sat and fell into slumber at her feet, as if being near her brought you to your knees for the deep need of rest, suddenly you felt fatigued and needed someone to watch out for you as you are pulled into the peaceful world of darkness. And it seemed Jettem was perfect for the job.