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I haven't really posted anything here in like a year, so... Here's a little bit about my deer

(Well I used to have 3 deer but now I'm just sticking to the one, because really I only had the other two for their pictos and I played them all the same)

To summarize, my deer gets bored easily and is constantly changing sets, ages, and genders!

picto?

name? He doesn't have a name really, I can't think of a good one... I have called him Bookshelf before because his picto reminds me a little of a bookshelf, except that parts of the sides are missing and it only has two books in it (small slanted lines) which are falling over or something. I've also just called him Swiftdeer sometimes... His picto also kinda looks like a rabbit head (if the top two long lines are the ears), but there's probably already a deer named Rabbit...

age? Changes between fawn and adult quite often. Sometimes you just want to be a kid again...

appearance? He loves variety and really doesn't care what pelt/mask/antlers he has (although he doesn't like having none at all), so he usually just keeps whatever gets cast on him (aside from maybe a few ugly masks that he dislikes). He feels guilty when other deer spend forever trying to get him a set and looking confused, because he doesn't want anything in particular, and sometimes he even runs away from them, which probably makes him look ungrateful. He sometimes even stays shapeshifted for a long time, especially as a mini-deer.

gender? If he happens to end up with the stubby antlers, butterfly antlers, or peacock feathers, he becomes a girl, just because. Otherwise he's a he. Or, if he's a fawn, if he has the red flowers he's a girl, otherwise boy.

mate? Who would want a mate who's constantly changing genders?! Besides, I sometimes don't play TEF for months at a time, so he probably shouldn't have a mate.

((This has been an angsty visit to Seed's Poetry Corner. Go there for less angsty poems.))

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The flowers are all dead. As I sit, among flowers or in the waters before the idol and her ever-streaming tears (who is she missing, in her heart of hearts? Who is she begging she could relive one moment with? Or am I begin silly, subjecting her to my pains?) or beneath the bridge or under the soft singing of the old oak, with some dear comfort or alone, or eating or drinking with Scape, the thought keeps ringing in my head. The flowers are dead. I know it's silly -- even I expected this, inevitable as any winter ever is, even if I neither wanted it nor believed it fully until now. My own dearest one will likely never return. I still love her. I always will. Love without hope is a bitter wind; Love without hope is ice in the soul, stabbing straight through the heart... I miss her. I miss hoping for her. I'm sorry. I'm rambling... I just feel I should say something, but don't know what to say. I'm a poet: it is my instinct and my nature to take the hole in my heart, the thing that eats at the whole of my heart, that bottomless pit that sings and howls and calls me ever closer to its edge... and fill it up with words. I throw words into its depths and see what sticks, try to plumb it out, try to see if there is a bottom to it, or if it is just the great endless maw of infinity. I see the echoes of her everywhere: in the flowers, and the butterflies soft fluttering, so like her eyelashes; I see her in the flow of the river, and in the broadness of its current; I see her in the slow, weeping fronds of the willows; I hear her in the lulling voice of the oak. And everywhere I see the trace of her, the sign that she has been, the sign that she existed there, for a moment... I remember that she is gone; that she will not return in any imaginable future; that the flowers are all dead.

Check this out! Pega showed us a site with a bunch of deer on it and this one totally looks like Quad in real life (with his old gazelle antlers, not the zombie ones)!! It's called a Blackbuck!







Okay, side-by side comparisons! Let me know if you want to see some more comparisons! I might make some more just for fun!

















Ooooooh I so want to hug one right now!!

It even looks remarkably similar to the thing Ephra made for me:

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[Bumping to make sure enough people can get this song stuck in their head. ;D]

EDIT;; Or if you have the spelldata for a skull mask with candle antlers my email is artiehoss@yahoo.com <3

Okay, so I just got this awesome idea for a new character (which I will be most often be found playing if I get his set), but I need someone to cast the candle spell on him first. I've already got the pelt and mask laid down for him, but I don't have the antlers.
Yes, I do have candle antlers already, but they're on Siern and I got them before I got the skull mask spelldata. So I can't get the candles onto him. Would anyone be willing to cast them onto my new stag?

I'll be lying around the old ruins with default antlers and the skull mask.
Please comment here if you're willing to do this for me

I can offer very little in return as far as spelldata goes, but I'd draw your deer for you if you would like me to.

Thank you~

I know how to align something to the center, but how do I align something to the left?

~Yours sincerely, a confused biography maker.

I've noticed that several players have been asking to make trades or requests for my artwork. Normally, I'm not inclined to do this, but..

Anyone and everyone comment here with a link to a reference of your deer- it can be a screen shot or a drawing, even a photo. Also supply some link/info to let me know about your deer's character so drawing him/her will be easier.

I will not take these immediately, just a place to keep references for when I decide to draw something for you guys.

Thanks~ Moss