I can't draw for my life. so if someone would like
to draw any of my deer that would be amazingg.
i just want pictures for their bio's. Please&Thanks<3
Rasha -
Jack Skellington (DOTD PELT) [Also this is his picto x] -
Lajila -

OKAY SO. I've finally gotten around to cleaning out the last part of my sketchbook and I dug up some good stuff. XD I've been working on it all night while streaming, and I think it's turned out nicely, lol.


Tuna and Scare. :B JOYOUS RELATIONSHIP YES PLS


Sarie I love your dreams. dfgfh.


Aeros and Liëka doin their thang. :B I think I like this hurhur <3


HOKAY LARUNA I think I'll upload this to dA for better quality but really. You deserve this and so much more. <33 I was watching Secret Life of Bees while drawing it, hence the yellow flowers and the bugs. |D

That's all for now. Updated when I've done more!

Raimundo(low left corner); Faunet (center); Dusk (left corner); Keiru (rigth corner); and off course Banshee and Grigori~

I just felt like it |D..

[=10] I could feel the autumn air slowly approaching, the rut approaching. The leaves are slowly beginning to change to their sunset shades of orange, yellow, and red. This was my favorite time of the year.
Walking by the Great Oak I noticed a large orange lump laying inside of it. I had never seen such beautiful colors of orange before, not even the autumn leaves could match. I then noticed that it was a large stag his antlers stretched outwards, scraping the ground beneath them. Why was his chest not moving? After a few moments it registered in my head... He was dead? I ran as fast as my injuries would let me and stood beside the massive body.
" S-Sir! Wa-Wake up! P-Please!"
The stags body quivered softly and his his dark blue eyes opened and squinted as they inspected me.
" A-Are you a-al-allright?"
He grunted softly and whispered in his husky voice "Y-Your more beautiful than I i-imagined"
I was astoined. What had he just said to me? Did I know this creature?
My eyes widened and fear rushed through my veins.
"E-Excuse me... W-Who are you? A-And you didn't an-answer my question..."
His eyes were so beautiful, they reminded me of the pond. So blue, such a crisp blue...
" I'm.. well my name does not matter anymore my dear... but you must be Aegle..."A small grin appeared on his face. "I've been waiting for you... but it s-seems I will h-have to wait again... "
His breathing slowed more. It was now that I noticed a large mound near him. He had surrounded it in flowers. My eyes surveyed the grave and I could feel him watching me.
" I-I'm not sure I understand."
In his last breathes of air he muttered out " You wouldn't but A-Aegle... I am your-your...
I could finish the words myself. He was my father...
"I l-love you"

Some of you know me as Faunet or as cc ( nickname) the truth is i am dealing with the loss of my brother. This blog is dedicated to him and will be edited when i need to vent. RIP my big brother


RIP big brother.

For my big brother Chris who passed June 2,2009 at age 30. ( You were my big brother my rock star and my best friend and still to this day that remains the same)


The moment i was told you were dead I admit i thought no no way after all mom talked to you a few hours earlier and everything was fine. Minutes passed an i heard what happened i ran from my parents to be alone. To try to make sense of every thing. I was shocked and hurt and started to cry. After an hour i went down stairs to help and comfort mom after all i am her only child now. I will never forget how mom was that night when she would cry i would try not to cause i needed to be strong for her.I tried my best to stay strong for her through the airport but when she was safely in our familys care i cried all the tears i held back before. The next days were rather unimportant i would sit on the swing for hours and ignoreing everyone waiting to wake up. I remeber June 10 very clearly that was the day my mom and i were suppossed to come see you but instead we had to bury you.

DEATH

Ok, so both me and my brother are becoming really busy with upcoming school. I have track and he has football, and I don't know if he really plays here anymore, anyways.

I won't be here for a long while, if ever.

Just wanted to explain why I'm leaving. I simply don't have time for TEF

NO WAY.

Well, yes, I don't have time. But I'm trying to find time, even if it's only a few minutes.

It's not enough. But that explains if you see me online, don't freak. Won't be there for long, but I really missed being here and missed my deer.

Got to go finish this graded science packet before my parents come home, though. I guess it's work before play. See ya'll.

And I'm happy that I'm at least trying to log on.

Because it's taking aaaaages for picto's to spread, and it doesn't usually happen to me. Is it something on my end or the TEF server, d'you reckon?

Edit: I give up for now. >_<

I was doodling drawings of Februari a few days ago and happened to draw her wings in the place of antlers (wings, because I'd like her to possibly wear the feather antlers once she grows up), and thought it was cute, so I'm considering making that a permanent feature of her desing. Yeah yeah, having wings on a character's head is not a very innovative idea, but I still like it and have always enjoyed doodling wings. Hence, because I feel the need to justify myself why she'd have wings on the top of her head, I'm also considering making her a halfbreed, a mix of a deer and a pegasus. She wouldn't be able to fly with her wings, though, and I'd need to figure out how they'd work in a spar or a fight, too. But oh well, we'll see how things work out with the head wings. It's all still hanging in the air.

by Shimmyshimmy 8'DD

In Which Sitka faces the aftermath of the evening's festivities and meets yet another rather puzzling new friend. We find our heroine on the hallway floor of the house someone dumped her in, sleeping off the two pints of Guinness and three bowls of pretzels she tore through ten hours previously.

ohh... my eyes hurt. Where am I? Oooh, nice rug. Why is that cockroach shuffling so loudly?

IN A WORLD WHERE COCKROACHES SHUFFLE LOUDLY--

OW! Not so loud, please. Who are you and why are you in this house? Why am I in this house, come to think of it... ow. Thinking is painful.

I'M A MOVIE ANNOUNCER GUY AND I'M GOING TO NARRATE YOUR HANGOVER.

Why are you booming like that? It hurts my ears. And what is on your head?

THIS IS JUST HOW I TALK. I WEAR THESE HEADPHONES SO I CAN HEAR MYSELF.

Well, I don't think you need them. They can probably hear you next door, you're so boomy. Besides, I don't like anyone narrating my life but me. Now to find a way out. ow ow ow what is that NOISE?

THE SOUND OF HER HOOVES CLICKING ON THE HARDWOOD FLOOR DRIVES SHARP LITTLE BOLTS OF PAIN INTO HER ALREADY BEFUDDLED HEAD.

...oh, shut it. I'll just walk on the carpet. tummy flip tummy flip oh tummy tummy tummy tummy flip...

SHE CATCHES A POLISHED FOOT ON THE EDGE OF THE BEARSKIN RUG AND FALLS FACE FIRST INTO A BASKET OF WARM LAUNDRY.

No I do NOT! ow loud *flump*

TOLD YOU.

Aaah warm towels... on my face... and I stand back up.

AS SHE STUMBLES ABOUT WITH A TOWEL ON HER HEAD, HER STOMACH BEGINS TO ROIL FROM THE SUDDEN BURST OF MOTION.

Go away. You're not helping me.

YES I AM.

How?

I'M WARNING YOU ABOUT WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN. I'M A MOVIE ANNOUNCER GUY, IT'S WHAT I DO.