I finally could be part of the dance line! ^^ Thank you everyone!

I also encountered the mist for the first time yesterday, was it? Also the intensivity of it and the fact that the pictos were near impossible to see had a great impact.


Deermuda with bats was a bit eerie, though i find the bats cute in everyother place. ^^'

This morning Twinnie found some time to gallop around the Forest, but there was something very different this morning...



A cold fog had settled across the land and cast the distances in a ghostly white. Bats danced around tree tops and there was a chill dampness that seemed to touch her very bones. Her bold and spunky attitude seemed to wilt in the eerie atmosphere, and she found herself feeling very vulnerable and alone.



And the Endless Forest seemed truly endless, and Twinnie felt very small indeed. Never before has she been so aware of her size and stature and how young and naive she was.



Pooling her spirits and focusing on a goal, she takes off in search of companionship and perhaps, subconsciously, some comfort from the cold. Despite the forest feeling so empty, Twinnie had the luck of coming across an adult deer, however, despite her roars and attempts to make him stay, they continued to run and shake their head at her. She felt very, very alone.



Pausing, she shivered awhile, glancing around, before heading back to the pond, which seemed to be a popular spot. By the Twin God statues, the fog seemed thinner and the light seemed brighter. She happened across a deer, and Twinnie found herself flooded with relief. She mustered a meek hoof-flail before shivering again. Yes, her spunky attitude had truly wilted in this cold, lonely weather.

I am still a fawn and so most of the actions I do are based on play.
When I play I run around and jump a lot. No threat actions will ever be used for play.
Notaxe is still new to the forest and a little nervous about being by himself. He likes gathers of other deer but tries to be polite before lying near older stags and does.
Blue tile
Bow- Respectful greeting
Head tilt- “Hello?” “ Do I know you?” “Want to play?”
Lowered head (fawn) - “I’ll play with you.”
Threat stance 1(fawn) - “I want to be alone please.”
Threat stance 2 (fawn) - “Please leave me alone this is your second chance.”
Rolling Laugh - “that was funny.”
Scared- “you scare me please go away…”
Orange tile
Scrapping (fawn) - “I am a little nervous.”
Leg lifted stance (fawn) - “I am trying to act big.”
Rear (fawn)- “ lets have some fun?”
Nod- yes, I had fun, I like you
Shake head- no, I did not have fun, I do not like you
Dance- it just dancing and is used for play.
It might not be the best but I am working on it.
Wish list for grown up Notaxe
Black coat..
Black antlers.
Deer mask.

ok is there a dference between yellow and purple simbels ?

Yeah so i was just wondering if you could like change back into a fawn after you mature?
I've heard people can do it.

I'm dreaming again. It's that same one I always have, the one where I'm a deer with a human face.

But this time...

The deer could see me...They seemed so...afraid of me. So frightened. I was just a tiny fawn. So small, so slow.

How can they be frightened of me? Did they...think I was someone else? Did they not see me as a fawn?

But...that deer...with the skull mask...Those huge brown antlers...that horrible pelt...He was really scary...He didn't belong in my dream. Mommy told me once that you can sometimes change your own dreams. So I tried to make him go away. He was scaring me...But...He looked confused. Maybe he didn't understand me. I just don't want my dream to turn into a nightmare, Mr. Stag. Can't you understand me? But I...guess I'm sorry. I reacted, and I didn't mean to. Maybe you're actually nice.

My dream always goes the same way. I wake up in a forest. It's peaceful, but I can only walk really, really slow. All the deer are nice; they prance around, but they don't see me. I love going there. It's how I get away...But this time...was a nightmare.

This time it was foggy. This time, deer were fighting.

This time, I could run.

I could feel.

I try to wake up.

I can't.

I'm scared.

What if I can't ever go back?

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Somehow, I'm awake again. Awake in the forest.

I trot towards a deer. He's got a crying mask. Ram horns. Autumn pelt. He's handsome to me, but I don't...I don't know. But I need to ask somebody...I need to know if this is...real.

I walk closer. I nuzzle him, try to ask him if he's dreaming too. He's sad, so sad, and exhausted. I nuzzle him more. I try to tell him, it'll be alright. Whatever is happening to you will be alright...

Antlers crash into my skull.

Hooves follow.

I cry out, bellowing in pain. The world is spinning, crashing and burning. My head is flaming.

I try to tell this thing to go away.

[center]Crystalline emerald orbs flickered around, scanning the environment. Tiny fawn hooves needed to only give the ground the smallest pat and it would guide the fawn's whole body smoothly forward. A circle of purple flowers was set atop her little head. This was what differed her from most other fawns - she preferred to stand out, for her pelt matched that of every other fawn's. Orange-chestnut with white dappling, underbelly, and face. How awfully boring, compared to the variety of pelts, masks, and antlers of the adult deer! She needed a little originality, so she did what she could.

Apparanza's trotting came to a halt, and she moved slowly to the edge of the pond. She was taught by her deceased foster mother Siiya that if a deer fell in, they would lose their spell-casted appearance! The idea was horrible, and so Ranza had never stepped in deep enough to fall in. She watched a fish swim under a patch of lily pads, then her gaze switched to a frog hopping from lily pad to lily pad.

Suddenly something else caught her attention.

A raindrop pelted into the pond, and left a circular ripple. Then another, and another.
Soon a full-out storm brewed, and Apparanza ran off to find shelter. Where was the Oak when you needed it?!
With the rain striking at her eyes leaving her practically blind through the darkness and storm, it was too late when Ranza caught sight of another fawn in front of her. She slid and stumbled, trying to stop, but the ground was muddy and she couldn't gain a hoofhold. She tumbled forward, bracing herself for impact, but none came.

She could've sworn that she was going to hit the fawn's side.

Apparanza scrabbled to her hooves and approached the fawn, who was staring at her. As Ranza neared, she noticed that the fawn had pupiless blue orbs, but they were clearly cataractless and not blind. Ranza tilted her head, but said nothing about it.

[=silver]"Hello! I'm sorry about the fall...

Oh and for anyone's who's interested, Lady Bone's voice would probably be Emma Thompson's Captain Amelia from Treasure Planet



There was the time. 3:00. Lady Bones stood, and walked to her closet. Her tattered skirts still smelled like it, the sea. She pressed her nose to the fabric and inhaled deeply. The crew, her ship... Memories that haunted, and charmed. It was bittersweet.

I'm on a date with a real lady, I'd better dress myself fair enough to be seen with.
She had found herself never caring for what other people thought of her. But Line was different. For some reason, Lady Bones did find herself caring what she looked like, lest Line's social status be more of a joke than to keep her honor. She couldn't look like a stitched-together tramp like some days. But dressing in her "finest" clothes brought back strong waves of memories. They weren't perfect, but they were ok... Attached to her draping, heavy red skirt, she'd sewn a thick leather belt, and on the belt, her dagger remained. Stolen from a Persian trade ship, on its way to the Persian Emperor himself. Her crew plundered it, and took every scrap of gold to be seen... she brushed the thought away, and prayed she'd never have to recall or speak of memories that she was no longer proud of...

A dark corset hung above the skirt, it had been bought in France, and how beautifully crafted it was. Perhaps it would take the notice off of her skirt. A folded plume of lace hung from the undershirt and dangled peacefully over the edge of the corset. It was his. He'd never return. She assured herself...

She dressed herself, slipped on her heavy black boots, and walked to the park where she knew Line would meet her shortly.

As Vira awoke to a new day, the thick mist close upon her skin, the chill of night still hung in the air.
As eyes flutter open, a world of darkness, wolfs, and bats walcomed the fawn. Yawning and stretching she called out to anyone who may be in the forest. Only a lonley wolf's howl answered her back.

Fear strucken, the fawn made a dash twords the ruins,
darkness closing in,
bright glowing eyes chasing her,
the sound of rappid footsteps chase her.

A pain in her chest forced her to slow, but the will to survive was still strong.
Skidding behind a broken down wall and into a ditch, she heard the footsteps crash around her till there was nothing.

dead silence.

A snort caused the fawn to glance up, eyes widened in fear as they glanced upon a large black deer, large sharp antlers carried the torn, bloody skin of countless deer.
Before she could scream the power of two mighty feet came crashing down upon her head.



...

silence.

there was no pain, as Vira's eyes fluttered open she saw only mist, only the darkness of the night.

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Yay for a badly written story ^^
It seems that the current strange wheather had scared Vira into seeing things. Poor dear.

PICTURE ADDED, hope you like it
I worked hard on it :3

Today, Amary (and I) experienced fog for the first time in the forest.
Too bad it was cut short by my computer being stupid...>.<;