Who is and who isn't taking place in the rut. If you have special requests for who you wish to have online then post here. I'm almost afraid of Iviran xD I'm afraid of a doe actually picking him LMAO! I'll update this once a day for the most part, depending who I'm on at the time though I'm probably going to alternate between Iviran and Claudia. Maybe an every other day thing, or I'll go between the two every hour. NOTE: They will share a picto with Toxic until they are full grown where they will gain their own pictos.

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Ghost Mikaila
Mikaila will likely not be tending the rut, seeing as she is a Ghost/Spirit she wouldn't be able to give any stag the right of an Heir or any fawns. If she is online at the time, she will more than likely stay off to the sidelines and ignore advances towards her from stags. She doesn't see anything to gain from the Rut. Of course, she might do some playful flirting. She will not pick any stags. If she nuzzles you a lot it means she enjoys your company and likes you.

Note: Stags that wear the Kirin Pelt will NOT be able to approach her as she will run away out of fear.

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[=#FFFFFF]Maliran
Much like his sister Maliran will likely not be taking part in the Rut seeing as he is a spirit of a fallen Fawn. He will, watch those that come around and will be protective of does who do not show interest in any of the stags (Or those stags that cannot take a hint) but he will not show any want to fight or get near those that are being taken. Since Maliran himself doesn't lean towards Does, they are welcome to approach. He'll enjoy the company but he won't be selected as a mate. Seeing as I don't think he'd be capable of producing.

It seemed to take months. Months before any sign of the fog came. During those months was a period of peace, for the most part. Some areas seemed to keep up the occasional violence and misunderstanding. Nothing new going on. Life carried on.

Danielle looked at her reflection in the pond. It was clear by the size of her stomach that she was pregnant. She hated it. Waking up sick, carrying the extra weight, all the looks and points from other deer. It was nothing she wanted to do so soon, so against her will. And what's more, it wasn't even with the one who she wanted to be the father. Well, technically he was, but not in mind. It was not out of love. Not at all.

She spat at the reflection, waking the water ripple a bit before settling again. Clock had an opposite view on it, but he could never dwell on it because of his fear for the future. Clock actually wanted this fawn to come. As if it didn't matter how it came to be, he still wanted to take care of it with her. Either way, he made the mess. He wasn't going to run away from something like this.

Danielle trotted back to her mate and sat down carefully. “Cloooock...” She leaned against him, which made him tip over a little due to the weight of the small fawn along with her large antlers. “This sucks.”

“I know... I'm really sorry you feel so bad.” He offered his daily apology once more.

“Ohhhh quit it.” She smiled, kissing him on the cheek. In truth she was finally getting used to it. She was finally able to block out the other thoughts she had of the fawn. The thoughts she never shared with Clock, since she knew how he felt about it. She didn't know what he would say.

“... It kicked me.” Clock said plainly.

“Yeah, it'll do that...”

“I wonder how long it's been...”

Danielle let out a playful scoff, “I wouldn't worry, it won't be for a while... I think.”

Where all the ladies are? C8
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What do you think of me~?
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Yeah, I'm back, I guess.. I couldn't stay gone, I really miss you guys. |D
But I do feel better- ahh.. so... the loving and the loathing, let it be known~?

I thought I'd catch the bandwagon and ask what you guys think about me. Please be honest - I'm concerned that I'm being too annoying on here. Any comments are appreciated.

**Has donned Red Holly, Green Ivy, and White Mistletoe for Yule!**
Name: Zelig
Age: Adult
Gender: Bull
Species: Caribou (Rangifer tarandus)

(By Ravyn)

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Okay so IM BORED and Hyper.

Bored+Hyper=Thread.


So, tell me what you think of me! Ive been here for quiet sometime... I was a noob, thanks Dannii xDDDD So I hope you've gotten a good feel of how i act most of the time!


If you want to cuss me out or yell at me dont do it here, but feel free in MSN xDDD


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... Even though I'm right HERE.

They search through the course fur, blind in the darkness as they trekked on for some source of warmth, seeking the fire burning hotly within his belly. His fur coarse to her touch, rubbing charcoal hairs between thumb and forefinger. They touched little but explored everything she came into contact with.
Blue eyes focused on her task, immersed in her actions. Pale bone ran jagged under her fingertips accompanied by the sharp legs of flies as they landed on her hands, tasting fresh flesh, new and different from what they were used to burrowing and laying down maggots in. The gentle scrape of her nails against caked blood sent crimson flakes flying, lost within his pelt as they fell further down, and speckling the grass below like dried snow.
Her other hand clasped on her dress, knuckles white from strain. Its partner calm and patient, enduring in the silence as it continued on, touching what it could beneath her sky blue gaze.

Age: Grandpa said no
Gender: doe fawn
Personality: quite, polite and tolerant
Sexuality: female
Mate: none
Crush: none
Pelt: fawn spots, tan

Overall Mental Health: stable,
Current Mental Health: stable
Feelings: confused?

Thinking:
Will be Found:
- In the forest

Likes:
-playing

Dislikes:
- the dark


Fears:
-Large groups,
- big deer

Molly

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I cannot connect to the forest >_< I just did an hour ago...

My deer wont change sets and the picto doesnt appear on her head, but it says Im logged in.

Any suggestions?