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.

Find all of the previous parts here!


Yorres' den was well hidden from the rest of the forest. In-between the thin line, where the forest ended and began again. Teetering on the edge of time and space, night and day, death and life... It was a quaint little hole in the ground, guarded by a massive stump. Crawling into the hole Mystress immediatly noticed it was massive. Surely it couldn't be possible, a hole such as this, could not be made by deer-hooves alone! It was hard for her to believe something this magical could reside within the forest she only just began to explore...

"Yorres, I can't stand this anymore!" A doe's shrill voice called out. It was then Mystress noticed a rather stunning young doe in the corner surrounded and seated in a circle of candles. Yorres studied the doe intenly.
"What seems to be the problem Kaoori?" He walked over to her. It was apparent she'd been seated there all day.
"For the life of me I can't figure out this pinecone charm!" The obivous frusteration was growing in the small does voice. Yorres sat outside the circle of candles, and slid a book that Mystress hadn't seen, to him.
"Ok you're going to need to have a few things first--"
"It's tearing me apart!!!" The doe shrieked, bringing her face to the ground. Mystress raised an eyebrow. Yorres stood, and with it, the candles were blown out. Kaoori peeked up from the ground, opening one eye. Seeing the candles blown out she looked up at Yorres.
"Ok, it's time for a break Kaoori..." Yorres said with a slight laugh and a sigh.

Today was eventful. I am writing for my Mordred, who is currently sitting pitifully by me. From his point of view, we begin today’s review:

‘Today I woke up in the Forest, alone within the woods. I sought out my friends; namely it was only kind Maia in the Forest at the time. We leapt around for a bit before I saw at the corner of my vision a familiar symbol: The stag! With a hurried bow to Maia I departed, running towards the symbol.

But it turned out to be not the attacker I sought, it was someone else, happily spell spamming near the Crying Idol. I made a quick bow to them and dropped my fierce expression, and returned to playing with Maia. I guess my body had forgotten after my long rest that it was supposed to be wounded, so I had great fun dancing and jumping and hopping through the Forest.

I took a nap in the shallows of the Pond, and when I returned to the Forest I saw that symbol. The stag! I stood up like lightning and hurtled torward him- he was already gathering a throng of angry deer. Bellowing, I through myself into the chase, and I gave myself over to blind anger. Fawn attacker, fight-picking beast! He cast the devout pelt on us, tried to mask spam, but our horde was in no mood to parley. It was only when he retreated to the Pond, standing on the water where no one could get him did the crowd disperse.

I dove into the cool waters and taunted him from below, daring him to move. Move he did- but he fell into the water. I had no sympathy for him- only for the other two deer that lost their pelts, poor things…Trying to help, I was casting a spell on one when I felt that irresistible tug- and I left the Forest.