Tree is new to the Forest, and she wants to meet new deer!

Comment times if you are interested- I live in the Eastern Time Zone.

Look for her pictogram, too- it's four trees, one dancing.

Cleaned my screenies folder. 2 120 accidental screenies removed. Msn + tef = kill.
Not too funny screenies but I wanted to share them anyways. People should post more screenie blogs, I love watching them. :]


Rip: -airquitar-
Cut: *not impressed*


Rou again gathering his prey walking companions.


Rat Snake: Humm? Can I see your panties?


Random action.
Rat Snake: ooh, a cursed penny! I found a cursed penny!!


Sniffing the elegant fragrance of Scarecrow's butt. You must not miss the opportunity like this.


This was awesome. -nodnod-


More awesome.


And more.
two deer: th-they're staring at us... with those hollow eyes. ._.


Jesus-train.
I just remembered that I've posted this picture before. ah well.


Quammythief: -blown away by angry Gods and people-


Quamar training other people to guard the bridge properly.
Quammy: Guard the bridge with all your might and you shall be heroes!


Great mood. Really.
Cut: <__<
Chime: >__>
Rip: c; -clueless-

In Which Sitka discovers the cathartic power of meeting a new friend. For the purposes of this story we will call this new friend "Guinness." We find her at Stevie's Basement Bar, enjoying a show and sharing her thoughts on life...

So I said to them, I said Two, because there's two of them, you see. I said Two, I like what you did with me, the Sweet Songbird Of The Forest and all that, yeah. But why is it that when I go into the human world you make me wear something that makes me sound like an asthmatic teamster after a three-day pub crawl? I can't sing with this on. Here, try it.

See, you sound like that movie announcer guy. Why doesn't that WORK for me? I come off like an angry whale, but if humans wear it they sound so elegant and their voices get all clear and pretty and stuff. So anyway, the Two told me that I have to wear this... thing in the human world because if I started singing it would fry their brains or something. And I'm not a bad singer, but they said it would because I'm TOO good, and they're in charge so I gotta listen. Blah.

I want thumbs. I hate not having thumbs and I feel ridiculous drinking this stuff through a straw. Thanks for moving my glass around for me, I'd give you a hug but I can't see you very well. You know why I want thumbs? So I can pick up stuff. I see pretty things everywhere but I have to navigate these darned hooves together to get anything and by the time I get it figured out the pretty thing is gone. But I can pick up big stuff, like earlier I picked up a puppy and he went on my feet. I spent five minutes finding a pair of leaves to wear as shoes and he went on my feet! Little brat...

- Natalia's Bio -_
...<3






Recently



Natalia's Mood ~Calm


What she's been up to
Exploring De Drinkplaats...


Biography


Name: Natalia...Xx

Owner: Hollie.p...Xx

Gender Female...Xx

Birthday: 25/08/09...Xx

Favourite Colour: Royal Blue...Xx

Favourite Place: The Pond (she likes the frogs)...Xx

Favourite time of day: (when shes normally in the forest)Late Afternoon...Xx

Favourite season: Summer (Her birthday)...Xx

Appearance: Magnificent Doe...Xx

Sign:...Xx

She will usually:
Have purple flowers on her head.
She also likes socialising so she will probably be with
other deer most likely by the playground or pond.
she likes to nuzzle alot!...Xx



Likes...

• Meeting new deer
• Flowers
• Mushrooms
• Snow
• Nuzzling
• Magic
• Jumping
• Laughing
• Pond
• big groups
• Oak Tree
• Dancing
• Frogs

Dislikes...

• Fighting
• Spooky wolf howls
• Darkness
• Crying
• Wet furr
• Being alone
• Cold
• Sugar dummies
• Lightning
• Deers without halos
• Bad smells
• Bats

Fears...

• Getting biten by a bat
• Vampires
• Ghost deers
• Zombie marshmellows
• Falling off the bridge
• Black magic
• Deers fighting
• People
• Being posessed
• Loud noises
• Heights
• Aliens

Personality


Loyal ~ she'd never talk badly about her friends
Fun ~ she never stops always wanting to play
Crybaby ~ somtimes she just wants to cry
Easily amused ~ yeah er hey is that a flower over there
Curious ~ always looking around
Greedy ~ mmm...mushrooms
Sensitive ~ 'mumble mumble' what did you say
Crazy ~ blublahblubbla


Characteristics

Bow ~ She will do this to say hello and goodye while showing respect.
Nuzzle ~ She will nuzzel when she likes you.
Dance ~ When she dances she wants you to do it with her.
Sit Down ~ If she sits down next to you she likes you and wants to stay with you.
Backs Away ~ If she does this she is scared of you.

Family and History...<3

Natalia and her twin sister Aurora were abandoned from birth
not knowing who there mother was and why they were abandoned. She likes how this forest works and has befriended the curious creatures around her. She has learned how to survive in the forest and now likes to explore her home and meet the other deer in it, though she carn't help thinking
' i wish i new my mother and father.'


Twin: Aurora...<3
Owner: 1Fallenangel...<3



Carnt wait to see you all in the forest!...

PS: Sorry about all the updates

XxXx


Natalia and Hollie.p

U P D A T E S
thoughts: "Its raining....blood?....this is most bizzare"
with: a sleeping ephire
Mood: Rather happy
Connection: Connected


Name: Gevaar (Pronounced like its spelt)
Meaning: Danger
Age:19-20 years of age
Gender:Female



Persona:
- quiet
- Frightful
- secretive
- friendly when with someone she knows
- Dislikes Violence but sometimes can find herself involved in it
- shaky about relationships
- defensive
- emotional about her past. She is taunted by dreams



Pictogram:
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Quirks:
- Is often found around the ruins, at the small lonley pagan idol...
- Is shocking at making friends

The Priest
I wonder. I wonder how it is possible to gain so many enemies so quickly. Perhaps they are blind to what I am doing for them. They always are. Perhaps this is why...

Not a single deer can understand what has gone on tonight. Not one. I was harmless, courteous to her until she reopened old scars without reason. The scars were healed until she became insulting, proving exactly why does do not belong here. It is quite easy to see how it went from there, her insulting words simply making it so that I could not ignore her if I wished to keep my honor.

So I awakened this morning to snow coating the ground. White, the color of innocence, of purity. Yet, she was there, defying the purity of the forest, soiling it with her dark word. Of course, she brought reinforcements, but at least he knew enough to stay back.

That Gods-forbidden doe made the first move. I, after all, am more honorable than she. What followed was the longest battle that I can remember. However, the winner was quite clear, even from the beginning. This doe could not stand up to me. She seemed to flag early on, but always came back. What a foolish little fawn. I lost track of the time as we struck out at each other, running, breathing...Everything mixed together into a haze of red, her hooves, my hooves...

“Have you finished here, doe?” I would call, and she would answer something in her stuttering voice. Or nothing at all.

Then Amary came along. I worry for her, injured as she is. She attempted to stop us, but I knew that if I were to admit defeat, my honor, my duty to the Gods would be sacrificed. I continued...but so did Amary. She got in the way of our battle several times, earning her several injuries. I regret each one, for she is innocent.

The snow...

I suppose I looked down once. The snow was coated in dots of red blood, mine and hers. It dripped down both of us, down my antlers. It did not matter to me at that time. I was focused.

how do ppl get a close up view of their deer? =3 i've seen several pics of deer very close up and i was wondering how ppl do it =/

Bump'd, so more can see.




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So...
I am blind.
Dear Lemon... Now I know how you feel, I think...





I know it is snowing by the feel of cold soft things landing on me... My, I wish I could see it! The snow! I was always fond of it, I was... The air would be beautiful, as cold as it would be, and the white things fluttering about was a favorite sight of mine to see...
Pity I'll never see it again.
Surely it is even more beautiful in this lovely forest. Oh, how I envy them! All the others who can see and gaze upon this beauty without a thought!
Ah, well.





I can hear the cries and joyful hoofbeats of fawns and adults dashing about. I approach a few groups shyly, seeking a little bit of warmth... But who wishes to invite a blind doe? Besides, I cannot join them; with only midnight darkness in my eyes, I cannot hop and run around like them... I would trip and fall, and that would be unpleasant.





I remember in my fawnhood (my, it is so far back!) how I played in the snow with my father and mother... That was far before the floods, it was. Mother would wear her violet hat with the green feathers in it, and hop through the snow, father and I following her exact hoofsteps...
I smile; remembering little things like that makes we wish the floods never happened...
...everything was washed away...
I shiver and cry out, hoping someone to come to me and nuzzle me, keep me warm in this cold snow. Simply someone to sit by my side, under the shelter of a tree or such...

[=9][i]A cold wind blew through the forest, curling its white snowflakes around the tall trees and strange mushrooms that had sprouted overnight. The ground below was still warm enough to evaporate the flakes as they touched down but the wind was cold enough to send a newborn to its knees shivering. Thankfully, Viral's hideout was tucked away enough to hide him from the worse of the cold.

Auds twitched at every little sound, every snap of a twig that echoed throughout the forest as he listened for his mother to show. A few other deer had decided to show themselfs in this odd weather. Their coats used to the chilling snow. By now small piles had started to build up about the bases of trees.

As Viral stood and stretched, his blond hair swung loosely about his sholders, automatically covering over his right eye like normal, he had gotten used to it by now enough so that it wouldn't bother him. His nosed twitched with the strong scent of an old stag that had died not to long ago. Although things as such usually were ignored in the forest, it was a gift to the fawn. He happily trotted up to the dead deer, carefully tearing away unwanted fur from the warm meat that lay just below. His sharp, pointed teeth easily slicing through muscle and bone alike. After his fill he sauntered over to the crying idol to rinse his dark gold fur off. Patches around the scar on his chest had started to turn a lovely golden color, eventually it would take over all of the dirty brown from his fur.

Folding his legs carefully underneath him once again, he hid himself between a few rocks and a willow tree, hiding from the cold and the watchful eyes of the nameless. Curling his neck around to help keep heat near his body. Slowly he closed his eyes halfway, watching as other fawns played with their mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, along the riverbed.