is the stirring of birds between my arms...

It wasn't that long ago you laid next to me. You told me the consequences were hardly worth my trouble ... and I agree. But, you know me -- You know of my lust for death and you know I ask for it too early. If only I had listened to you; if only I wasn't completely unaware of the danger before you ... or, rather, I didn't let myself think of it. That day haunts me. Where did you go? Where did I go? ...Where was I? I expect you to come back, Wesker. Don't you dare leave me alone...I won't let you.

Im back from camping i saw 4 deer a couple of fish 6 snakes and unfortunately one skunk who sprayed me. Does anyone know how to get this odor off cause i start school tomorrow.?

Yup. P:

Taking a couple; just ask me if you'd like.

Yes I'm bored again. Anyone want to trade? Same as usual, give me a bio link or a quick description. I think I'll only be doing deer form today. I'd be happy if you would draw any of mine; the links to all of their biographies are in my sig.

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You can chose Faunet or Murtagh i prefer human form but please im soooooooooooooooooo bored.

Blood...
Its cloying scent fills the air.
Do I dare guess what has happened?
Has peace been shattered once more?
Or has far worse come to pass?
...
Part of me does not wish to know. For I fear that this involves those close to me in some form.
Again.
But I have not written of what I speak of, have I? I am sure it is old news by now.
While this.
This is fresh.
Fresh as the metallicness that refuses to flee my senses.
I shall never enjoy the smell of blood.
Perhaps...Sir Virgil is more aware of the situation than I? I have just looked up to see him denying the company of other deer, in the form of frantic fleeing. Is it best I not find out?
...
No. I cannot remain ignorant of this. But I will find out on my own. Even if I do not like what I learn.
I shall deal with the knowledge then.


I remain,

Bastilion

The basic me

name . | Shattered memories
alias . | Shatthat . Shat, Hattered, Liam
title . | - help ? -
gender . | Male
age . | 2 & 1/2 years
sexuality . | Bisexual. { prefers bucks }
species . | Insomatic stag
date of birth . | Sunday 7th / August / 09
theme song . | Shattered.

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My connections

adoptive mother . | none.
adoptive father . | none.
siblings . | none | ask~ :3 |
other . | none.
mate . | still single.
offspring . | none. | WILL ADOPT! |
personality . |

He's been through a lot as a fawn and teen; yet he remains an honest stag. He chooses to hide his past behind closed doors, under lock and key, and would never tell anyone about his life unless he loved them or trusted them dearly. He hates to see sad deer, fawns, animals. It reminds him of 'that night' a year ago. He will fight for what he thinks is right and nearly always bows to another deer if (s)he bows to him. If he doesnt; he's depressed, upset, sad or just confused.

loves & hates

- Hates his life.
- Hates his past.
- Hates when people ask about it.
- He's scared of talking
- He's scared of acting like a real deer

- He loves the darkness, were he hides in the shadows
- He loves the mist, were he feels numb
- He loves fawns and their uncanny nac for making him smile

friends

- none D8

Enemys

- None WEWT.

Hiya, i gots a question..... you know when hallows eve comes, and there's those cool sets, how do you actually get them? Do you have to do somethimg special?

Hello! I've had my eyes set on TEF for a while, but I only recently got the chance to really play. It is definitely an interesting game, and an interesting experience.

We've gone to the Timpanogos Storytelling Festival for as long as I can remember, leaving late Saturday afternoon and returning home late at night. I had heard from my mother that there was more to it, that she went every morning and stayed there until the time we saw her in the afternoon. Finally, I had my chance.

We went all Friday-Saturday and went to listen to each Teller in turn, laughing with the funny stories, crying with the sad, and on Friday Night, going to the spooky stories and getting our pants scared off when the power suddenly shut of. The hilarious thing was, the teller herself started with the unfortunate accident.

Then, Saturday night we went down to the Scera Shell and listened to the funny tales, of Donald Davis and his snake, and of Syd and Sean Connery. They are absolute geniuses, ever single one of them. I'm proud to have a mother who is a storyteller as well.