i have a new egg that i just got today and Daily Dragon Fix doth not work so plese help my hachling to grow up!
(i am realey sory for spaming)

T__T what can i do?

for the last few days i am haveing computer problems. I'm trying to get on more though.

YAY, i can comment, thank you if you helped me! I will be commenting alot more often than i used to! I haven't got alot to beat, only zero! Thank you! I am now safely called Topaz100

Thanks for hanging out With Vira today :3
It was probably boring but I apreciate it

I am so sorry, you probably think i am a meany, not responding to any of your feedback on my blogs but let me tell you, i have tried big time but it just won't go on! So i just want to tell evryone who has ever posted me a comment thank you so much and does anyone have a way to get around this stupid bug. (i didn't know it was a bug until Custard told me lol, i just thought my laptop was weird!) So if you have a way to stop it or something or even another way to send comments, please let me know pronto because i would like to answer some of ur lovley feedback! Thank you Txx

What happens after the fawn grows up? Is it possible to choose coat, or is one 'handed' to you?

(And sorry for bad gramar and things, I'm a typical swede. =p)

I.AM.CALLED//
Calypso

I.AM.KNOWN.AS//

I.AM.IDENTIFIED.BY//
My Pictogram

I.AM.A//
Doe

I.AM//
Ageless

I.WEAR//
The fawn at the time being, with those lovely blues flowers

I.LIKE//
+ The rain
+ Stags
+ Causing confusion
+ Walks through the forest
+ Teasing
+ The Ruins

&&.DISLIKE//

- Falling in the Pond

PERSONALITY//
+ Imaginative
+ Discreet and Distant
+ Timid
+ Spontaneous
+ Devious
+ Affectionate, but heartless

HISTORY//
- "Don't worry, it will be alright." I remember my mother and father saying to me as a red sun gleamed over a distant horizon, "We will only be gone a short while, and you are betrothed to Apollo, you'll be very busy in the up coming months to prepare." I saw in her eyes a heart wrenching pain as she said those words. And with a simple nod from both parents I watched them depart on an endless journey, of an exile I knew nothing about, hidden secretly and painstakingly from me since birth. Only now, only now as a maturing fawn do I know, they had sold out their souls and a few others, to an unholy deity just so I may live forever. Such sorcery was only committed and practiced by a few serpents in the area in which I once lived, and going willingly to them for anything was at the least the most unpleasant experience of a deers life.
I was still partially allowed in the herd, allowed to follow...I was deemed an abomination among the elders and sometimes treated as such. My hopes of ever being the mate to Apollo was shattered brutally the moment I had trotted near him. Small as they were, the short stubs of antlers did short work of my shoulder he slammed into, cursing the serpents deal and me to hell.

Legends rise...
Legends fall...
The sun will set...
On us all.


It seems this place completely is as some sort of copy of the world I left in my last life. Beings here do not just have their lives taken by others.
They may also die of their own accord. Or by "natural causes" as some may say.

Admittedly, I did not know the noble stag of pure white that once wandered this forest. I only caught sight of him in passing, one day during my time as a fawn. The last day I would be one as well.
Though I did not know this "child of the moon", in my short time here, I have heard much.

The sky weeps today.

Perhaps the Gods of this forest are in mourning as well.
But I do not mourn.
I regret.
For this noble stag sounds like one I might have liked to meet...

Farewell to thee, Oh Pure One.

The cracking of bone

The crys of pain

Why must everything be in such a fashon?

Pain shot through Vira's head as she awoke from her nightmare, panting she rolled over onto her side, trying to get comfertable against a log that had fallen long ago.

Ever since she had broken her leg things slowly started to get better, although there were a few bumps in the way.

Because of her 'threat' strange stags from outside the forest thought it would be funny to remove the bones that came off her skull. They had moved to quick, to clever for the poor doe. Vanishing before her eyes, all she could remember was a horrible throbbing inside her head and the need to get away before they could come back again.

Now that all means of attacking others were gone from Vira besides her hooves, she was afraid.

'what if the black deer comes to get me?' she thought, paniking in her small sleeping space

Curling as close as she could to the log, Vira closed her eyes, head throbbing in pain, wishing for sleep to take the pain away.




'D-Drache, where are you?

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-fails- lul very short chapter, but i wanted to write something |D