Name:
Dragomir
Gender:
Doe-Fawn
Family:
None
Friends:
Yurie and Eyerys

Status:
Laying in a field of flowers
Mood:
Dazed...And lost...
Thinking:
Where could my mother had gone?

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I poked my nose around in the flowers, jumping back whenever a bee flew up from the blossom. I sighed. Where could my mother have gone...? My dreams were bothered by memories of that morning I woke up, finding my mother gone... What if she had been attacked by a wolf? Or left me...

I sighed.

She is gone. Nothing I can do about that now.

Just have to get past that.

Twigs and dry grass snapped and crunched under my feet as I stumbled towards the lake. I saw a few other deer I didn't recognize resting quietly under a willow tree. I turned away from them and sulked in the muddy bank.

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This is a role-playing blog about my character. This does not reflect my views on the forest or other players. I don't take anything that happens in the Forest personally. Love you all =) God bless!

~Nykki

Hiyas C=



This is my doe-fawn, Dragromir. Dragomir is has only been in the Forest a few moons, so she doesn't know much about TEF yet...

I'm shocked by how interactive the players are, teehee. I'll often find it I'm wandering around in a field, other players will flock to me and play around.

Hehehehehehehehhehehehehehhehee. God bless =)

o.o

I Colored eeet :0



not awesome but blah i like the skin and hair lol

...May I have this Dance?

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The Dance is today!

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::What is it?::
A dance set up by me c:
Your deer can bring a date, or come solo. So don't be shy, get off your carcass and ask someone! Another alternative is to come in a group, with friends. This way the less...outgoing deer might fell more comfortable with close friends.



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Billy Mays died today...
;c This is very upsetting. I always thought he was a fun guy with fun commercials. You might've thought he was annoying, though. But it's still very sad. And all these celebrity deaths...what's going on?

R.I.P Billy Mays.

finally have a scanner yey lol so I can post this that I drew a loooong time ago xD

Well i cant draw animals ;_____; *sob* so I drew a human form for Banshee, my fawn. When he grows up I will update :]

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Happy birthday dearest Line! Another year older, time flies by so fast. I--, um. Made you a cake... There's more -points behind her- in the kitchen. It's called "Death by chocolate"... I swear I didn't put anything dead in it like I did for that one party you went to... I never really liked her. -chuckle- Anyways, I'm not much of a baker, but I think this one turned out good enough. Only the finest for such a lady! Let me play you something...

MySpace Music Playlist at MixPod.com

((This has absolutely nothing to do wit TEH, but you can kiss my beast of burden!))

The waves rolled over the dock, bringing kelp and shells along with it. A hurricane had ravaged the bay only the other day, and the high tides were the aftershock of the storm. An eleven-year-old boy had taken off from his shift picking up the branches that littered his lawn to walk on the beach. He was tall, skinny, and had long ungroomed black hair that fell to his shoulders, making his tan seem lighter than he actually was. In his hands was a fishing rod that he had fashioned from a long stick from a mahoganey tree in a nearby swamp and a long string he stole from his "mum" 's sewing kit.

The boy was Archie Flint, a little boy from the States who was lost on a family cruise when he was knee-high to a grasshopper. He had lived in Belize for ten years and knew he was different; his family was black, but he was white. His hair wasn't like his "brother", Leviticus, and he couldn't run as fast as him either. He spoke in a Carribean accent despite his race from his upbringing in Belize City. Archie had worked from five o' clock til twelve, now he was going to fish.

He hooked the bait onto the hook and threw it into the water. It sunk slowly into the heavy waves, and became only a dark speck in Archie's blue eyes. A while later, he felt a tug on the line, and he reeled the heavy catch in, but the fish put up a fight. Archie could see it was a large fish by it's shadow, but the boy couldn't tell what it was. He had caught some small fish like doctorfish, soles, and once a 104 centimeter bonefish, but he knew this fish was going to be his biggest catch yet.

I just want to let everyone know that im going to be gone for a while because my main computer isnt working, I may be able to talk on the site some times but i have to sneak onto my parents computer.

main point, i may be gone from the forest for quite some time D|

I've always felt I should write a poem about the birch forest birds. They're perhaps my favorite animal in the forest -- they're much more sociable than the other little creatures (except, perhaps, the dragonfly), and so often unnoticed. This is the first, and will probably not be the last.


((This has been another visit to Seed's Poetry Corner))