I don't normally much care for limericks, but something I saw tonight suggested one to me.


(I keep trying new variations on the ending; does this new one work better than "but it would just hover above," "it just kept hovering above," or "it stayed hovering above"? I like "remained" as a verb, but...)

((This has been an unusually limerick-y visit to Seed's Poetry Corner, your stop for all of your "Poems Written By a Deer" needs.))

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When tragedy has been, for the most part, left behind -- left to (again, just for the most part) fade quietly into disuse, until the moment again comes for an examination of old feelings -- then there grows room for a new batch of joy. It is only through clipping that flowers may grow; and today has been a day of flowers, of perfumes in bright red and twilight-tinged purple, of things so rare and delicate they seem but soft paper illusions of flowers. Yes, the dormant branch of my heart has once more put forth fresh vernal blooms! And since such blooms become, as time passes, fainter and fainter, I resolved to (for an unfortunately rare change of pace) pluck one from my heart and press it firm into my diary.

I awoke to Walter's presence today, and went quickly to join him. I could not -- and still cannot -- guess his humor. There were times he seemed to be in a good mood, and I was happy to see it; at other points, he seemed... Not exactly angry, because Walter angry is something you cannot misjudge...But bothered. He would time and time again rear and roar, or else stand completely still, watching smaller groups of deer. I left before I could clearly make out his intent there.


A while later, I ran into Scape, having already heard news that my darling vision had made her return. I was already giddy with anticipation, and so Scape and I frolicked like fools for a while. Along our way, we ran into an absolutely charming pair of fawns, and played with them for a while. We even helped teach one of them, who I quickly grew fond of and who throughout the day gave me one set of flowers after another, to slow-hop.

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I woke up late this morning. My wounds were still aching from that stag's attack on me. I suppose he loathes me, though I cannot be sure why. Any brother of the forest is a brother to me...though I can sense some echos of dark deeds within that deer. I wonder what I could have done to anger him so.

My morning routine was carried out with precision. First to the crying idol to wear the pelt (I still remember you). Second to the ruins, to bow. Those wretched idols are still there, of course. I detest them. Perhaps some day I shall gain enough strength to eliminate them. Next, to the crying idol, again. I become lost in memories. Death. Destruction...So much fear. I still remember you. To forget would be to lose myself. Next to the Idols, renewing my faith. The darkness has ebbed ever so slightly, but it is still sticking to The Forest. My forest...The God's forest...

"I shall rid this forest of this evil. My brothers and I, for I sense allies here. Of course they would still be here. We will rid this forest of darkness, together, Gods."

I stand and trot through the forest a while. Nothing threatens directly, yet. It's peaceful. Brothers walk past, I bow curtly. Same old, same old, see. I nap in the cool shade of the ruins. My memories flash darkly through my mind. Running. Darkness. Powerful light. Pain. Death, so much death. Blood flowing...Change.

I awaken some time later. Darkness pummels me back and I gasp for breath. The best way to describe it is horns, sticking everywhere into my pelt. But the dark pulls me on, and I find it. A stag is laying there. I shiver in the darkness and back away, slowly. Too slowly. He's awake. He comes forward, a polite bow. Never again will I trust that. This was the stag I had sensed, earlier, the one who sat with the fawn and I. He's darker than I could have ever imagined. I cower, breath catching in my lungs. He advances.

ok i was wondering........ when youname your deer is the simbel sopose to keep changing even if you dont press anything?

because i tried to name one and it bib not work . plaes help me!

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[=darkolivegreen][center]A sudden flash of lighting streaked across the sky, spooking Isis once again. The thunder rolled over barren hills in the distance, seeming to close in and trap the doe.

Olive orbs danced across the fading light of sunset, leaving a dim reflection of the light overhead. With a exaggerated sigh, she slinked away from a rather large birch tree to find a more suitable site to dose till mornings arrival.

With a crunch, her dainty ashen hooves hovered over a demented leaf. Glancing around worridly that she might have startled something, she soon began to breath evenly once more. Just as she got all four tall legs to the forest floor, footsteps startled her from afar. '...what was that...?' she wondered, pricking her ears towards the disturbance. "Hello...?" she whispered unthinkingly, lifting a foot to dash forward in an instant if needed. She sighed relief when the fragile silhouette of a mere fawn appeared from behind a hill. With a gasp, she gazed into it's distant eyes. They gleamed like crystals, and stood out from the black forest. As the fawn approached, Isis continued her stare into those beautiful eyes. The young deer now stood infront of her, staring with her georgeos face into Isis'.

Another flash of lightning lit the sky, showing the full features of the fawn. Isis let out a wild gasp as the younger came into full veiw. "...Hello there," she started. The creature just stared politely back at her, her eyes burning into the other's like fire.

Isis took a careful step forward, lowering her snout to take in the baby's sent. To her suprise, her slender snout went straight through the fawn's pelt. She swiftly lifted her nose, kicking her hind legs forward defensivly. The fawn shook her head, her eyes turning concerned and warm. As Isis' sharp hooves graced the ground once more, the fawn nuzzled into her side...not going through her.

Kry was taking a nap by the TwinGods' statue and a deer roared and woke her up.
There was also an unnamed fawn but the adult deer (just default pelt/antlers) had the exact same pictogram as mine!
O.o
How did this happen?

WTF is this???
can some one tell me?

Have you already noticed_?
When you search for _"Flyra_" in Google Web or Google Pictures_, you_'ll find some fanarts for me and posts by me and such
LOL I_'M FAMOUS XD

What do you find when you search for your username<sub>? ^^

(</sub>Sorry for randomness_... Hope you don_'t mind ₎

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