[=crimson]I've come to truly question the nature of this forest, in these last few days. So much confusion and misunderstanding... This leads us all into an endless, vicious cycle of poor communication and vengeance. Presumptions are made by us all, and we label each other by prejudgment... There is division, and in special cases, odd looking alliances forged by unknown means. Perhaps respect is the core of the matter.

I woke, half buried in a hillside. Virgil had started a dance line with Cloud over me, and deer I did not know the name of had joined. Darcy had come, and tried to shoo the dancers away. I'm sure most others, and at the time, even I had not understood what he was trying to say. I stood and spoke briefly with him. I was uptight, and on the nervous side.

Perhaps I naturally woke angered, for I had learned of Aegle being hurt, though she states she is fine. It would take a while for my nerves to lose their fire though... Soon I joined Virgil and the others in their dancing. Darcy seemed on the frustrated side, and began to storm away, and rush threw laps around the general area. Rowan had appeared, though she was clearly nervous. Bastilion soon showed up, and I left the dance to join my companion in simply observing the scene.

I'm not sure what transpired in the short time my back had been turned, but soon I noticed Darcy and Rowan fighting.

I disapproved.

Stunned at the sight, I lowered my antlers, rose to hind legs, and bellowed. "Enough of that!" I shouted, then running at the two and stepping between them. Rowan shuddered and backed off. I tried once again to show her that I meant no harm.

De(a)r CJ, you are now a fawn.
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Last night I woke up in this new place. Or was it last day? What is night? How does time pass here? Where is here? Who am I?

I stand on my own four legs. I am a fawn, new to existance here. I know nothing.

I tested my body. I stamped my hooves. I shook my head. I bowed, I shivered, I danced. I rather like dancing. I hear a wonderful sound when I do. This is music? I like it, a lot. I think I will always be fond of dancing.

I have a halo, a symbol over my head. To me, it looks like a rabbit giving a gift. I do not know what this means.

I let out a yell. Surely there were more like me? Maybe someone could tell me. Could someone explain?

I ran through the forest. No real direction, just to run.

I saw a strange structure. I scared me, I left.

I came to water. I looked in, I saw myself. This is me? A fawn, a face. I blinked my eyes. I could see the symbol above me. I know it must be a part of me, whatever it is. I drank. I noticed creatures in the body of water. I wanted to see them, so I jumped in. I do not like the feeling of being in water. I felt like I would choke. I will try to avoid that.

I jumped over rocks. I ran through tall stems of colors - flowers. I like flowers very much. I want my home to be in flowers. I yelled again. Nothing. But then I found mushrooms on a tree. After eating, I felt much better.

I discovered another fawn by the flowers. I was so happy to see another. I did not know what to do? What is this I can do? I later learned it was a show of affection. Perhaps they were uncomfortable? I nodded. I shook. I danced. I danced more. Could this fawn dance with me? Oh joy! What would it be like if two danced?

But the fawn did nothing. I waited. They only stared. I shivered. Had I done something wrong? I didn't know what to do, I felt scared. I ran away. I ran far, far away.

Some screenshots from yesterday, to go with Amary's lastest journal.


Meeting Ulh.


Walking with Paralda, and being followed by fawns for some reason. |3


Frollicking!


Dancing! ^^


Amary approaches the Priest.
(lulz at Para in the background X3 )


Following the Priest.


Fooling around at the ruins.


Amary meets Iendoe.


Sitting with the Priest.

I have more screenshots on Photobucket here, if anyone is interested. There's a ton of them there.

The stag opens his slitted yellow eyes to the world. The war paint has worn off, his coat returning to its beautiful golden and brown color. His anger and will to look for a fight has gone with it, though his wild manners remain. He stands, stretching with dignity, shaking the grass from his long fur.

A new day means a new way to experience where he's landed. He's going to make the most of it.

He runs wildly. The wind blows through his pelt, pulling it back and flattening it. His eyes are wide with the joy of running. He'd smile if he could.

The fight with the purple-ish angry-stag has not left him too badly off. Ulh smiles. The scrapes and scratches are healing quickly, so very quickly. He is already able to run again, reveling in the freedom of this new place. What a strange stag that one was.

He nearly trips over the deer sitting in a field of flowers. He laughs and comes closer, eyes flashing with mad joy as she stands. The deer appears to be a doe. Ulh runs around madly and she joins him. Soon they are running around like little fawns, Ulh's eyes alight with joy.

They run and jump through the forest. He jumps over the top of her and nearly avoids a collision several times. His sort of daredevil joy can be dangerous, but he knows that he's in control. He grins and greets two other deer who approach.

They join their mad game, but leave soon after. Ulh shrugs and continues running and bouncing with the doe. She does things that amaze him, like sitting in rocks and trees. Then she appears and he gasps.

Strange forest.

Pride is far from him now in his rejuvenation. Pride is second best to wildness. His eyes shine in exhilaration. He wishes he could tell her, but he cannot. Words never come when he tries.

I suppose they all think I am a fool. They cannot see what is in front of their eyes either. They cannot see the darkness in the forest, the threat it poses. Can they not see that evil can end our way of life fully? They are blind, no longer dedicated. So I shall do their duties for them. The Gods know that they will not.

Such bitterness. What a strange feeling. Yet I cannot push it away.

As for today...

I awoke to summer sun, shining down warmly. Strength rippled through my body, newfound almost. Perhaps this should have been my first clue that my task was to be taken up again.

I walked off, completed my morning ritual. Easy enough, though I am quite glad that I am able to do it again. As I walked towards the statues, a deer in a bird mask and a golden butterfly pelt fled. I swear I caught a hint of taunting as I walked up.

The deer came back after I left. Sad? Confused? I watched to be sure that the Gods were safe. They were, for now. The deer continued, seeming to talk to them. I would not approach; every deer needs time alone with the Gods. They left soon enough.

A creeping feeling of darkness pierced my pelt. Of course. The demon was back. I sought him out, but stayed in the perimeter. He would make the first move; he would be the one who started it.

He sensed me too and walked towards me. Of course this was a threat. So I countered this threat. The fight, longer than I had ever anticipated, began.

Hooves, antlers, it did not matter. Scratching, rearing, pummeling, blood, antlers, goring, a roar of pain as an antler wounds me deep in the chest. I continue on. This time the demon would not conquer me. This time, I was ready.

well now my banshe is a grown deer but how do i save his pelt ,antlers ans stuff?

I logged out and it disappeared djgfdh ... what about if i disconnect?

i had such a cute pelt *sob*

I know that should not feel me badly for all this.
but i feel that i shouldn't try to involve me with all this of deer that attacks fawns.
i lament if I was wrong in giving him a name and a guilty one to all this situation,but i just see that i revive the problem.
I should not do it. I don't like the discussons. always I try to resolve them of the best possible form.
I believed that giving an answer whose would be able to be treated the things would be resolved and all I would return to the normality. )=

I has just joined the game and it looks to be alot of fun =D!

Update 2, last bump I swear!!

Just got a junkload of new, better pictures...


Ignore the clump of paint near my lower lip... It looks like a wart. I has no warts.... >.<

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Update.

Soo, these pictures were taken after everything, becuase my grandma ended up shooting a VIDEO of stuff.... -sigh- But, we did take these after we'd realized what happened. I think there will be more pictures coming, that some of the other adults at the parade took...



I had little kids screaming "Joker, Joker!!!", and actually had grown 20 year old guys screaming it too. I had smoke bombs, and water guns, and those little bomb things that snap when you throw them on the ground, that was something more exciting than candy.... The first half I ran around, and to the older adults I'd bend in and whisper "Why So Serious??" and then cackle, and run away.
A lot of the kids on the float (superheroes) were armed with water guns, and kept shooting me as I ran by. But boy, was it FUN...

Gosh I wish I could've gotten shots of when I first put my makeup on, it looked a bazillion times better than these... >.<


But I did a lot of "bows" (like the picture above), and threw little peices of candy to any boy or girl that went bugshit over me.
XD They were soooo cute!!

Forgive the pants, they were old lady pants.
I found the entire costume at a thrift store at one of our sister churches... XDD It really was magical to find everything I needed.

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My body became numb as the words sank into my mind.


"Your just a nobody, why can't you understand that?"


Hot tears trailed down my cheeks, pouring from my stained eyes.


"Why do you hate me!?" I screamed, grabbing the roots of my hair and balling my hands into fists.


"Stop crying, loser. Everyone hates you..." sang the voice with a taunting sting.



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A cold hand came pounding down on my face. A laugh was heard as the menace closed in. Her eyes were like venom, causing me such a pain that I could hardly bare. "LEAVE ME ALONE." A weak squeal attempted to release from my bloodied throat, but alas, failed.

"Haha...never will I leave you alone. Your stuck with me." Her name was Danea, and she was purely evil in the soul. She had attacked me since I had moved here...talk about a warm welcome.


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As I walked home, blood still trickled from my nose, leaving a trail of crimson wherever I walked. I passed people, but they didn't care.

Nobody cared.

I pulled the rusty nob on my house's creaky door. Of course, neither of my parents looked up to even acknowladge my tattered close, and bloody face. I sighed, and headed for my room.

The cat, Murphey, followed me. He was the only living thing that cared for me...

"Murphey, why does everyone hate me?" a asked the tabby cat. He replied my simply rubbing into my side.

I sank my head into the pillow, and cried. Cried for hours until I was called to dinner. If you would even call it food.

Mother placed a plastic container infront of me. Tv dinner, again.

This time it was cold meatloaf, and tasteless mashed potatoes.

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Once I had washed up, I headed for my room once again. I changed into an old T-shirt before climbing into the small, wooden bed. The matress was old...and probably infested with bed-bugs and fleas. I didn't want to know.