It has been about 23 days since I woke up. How amazing is that? That I could sleep for that long. But this morning. . . I woke up feeling very different. I stood up, and the rock I have always slept on seemed smaller. I looked into the water and. . . I'm a doe!! I actually grew up when I was sleeping! I looked around in amazement, but my smile turned to a frown. It was sooooo. . . foggy around me. And every once in a while a group of bats would fly by. Was I still dreaming? I got up the bank of the stream, wearing my red pelt and flowers, and started to walk. Suddenly I heard a howl. It wasn't a dear howl. . . it was. . . different. Like a howl I have never heard before. I got scared and ran. I found some dear playing at the pond, and giving each other antlers. Like any normal dear I have seen doing. Did they realize it was so misty around? I disided to play with them. I gave a few some antlers, and then I heard that strange howl again! I ran even faster. Away from the pond, away from the deer, and towards. . . the twin gods. I found a deer laying in front of the statues. So I lay down beside it. Every other minute, a cloud of mist would slowly float by us. I was feeling comfortable until. . . a ghost deer suddenly ran up to us. We both got up, the deer I was laying next to stayed, but I ran and ran and ran. All these scary things kept happening! This has to be a dream! I just kept running and running until I found the pond. I couldn't see anywhere, so I followed the water, up the stream, to the Crying Idol where home is. "This happened last time" I thought to myslef. "I thouht it was a dream, but it wasn't." But this time it was different. It felt soooo much like a dream. It was misty, there were strange howling sounds, and groups of bats flew around all throught out the forest. But my dreams aren't usually like this. My dream are bright, happy, and I may do whatever I want. This wasnt a dream. I finally lay down on the rock. . .

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UPDATED: July 1st, 2010
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DotD Pelt | Skull Mask| Zombie Antlers

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Not too much to update. :C
Need to get to work on finishing the content here, hmmm?
Currently in the middle of an RP with 88, but I'm willing to do a lot more, I really enjoy RP's.
Add me as a contact on MSN, and we'll chat and roleplay. would be the
email to add for me. Just lemme know who you are so I don't wonder who it is! 8'D

Picto - X



Introduction Text...





I am unaware, primarily, of Visk's actions in the forest whilst I was asleep. He only comes out
every so often, and I suppose he deserves his rest. But the forest has been stirred, and the
death of a great stag shakes us all. I did not know this Wudiin, and I despise myself for my
inability to see him as he departed.
Visk, it seems, does not want to tell me of his actions. Hmm. We'll have to see. I don't think
he did anything bad - he would have told me. Probbly just terrorized some fawns or something...
As for today's actions -

[=#AAAAAA]...Awakening...
...Wandering through the birch trees...
..Listening to how the wind plays upon the leaves...
...Daydreaming and resting my head...
...Rising up and going off again...
...Into deeper parts of the forest...
...Emerging at the pond...

I constantly ponder my existence in this world. It is neither Heaven nor Hell. It is both a place of peace, but as of events recently happening that I have heard of, it is also a place of death. But that is just it. It is not the Hell I have learned of, as I thought I should have been sent to.
I ask myself again...
Why am I here?
Why am I not in Hell?
Or some place of fitting punishment for my deeds?
Is it because I have already been punished, in the form of my last life being brought to an abrupt end, to longer see the only family I had left?
To know that Cousin is now alone, with no other of the same blood to turn to?
...
Perhaps this is a form of Hell then. Although...
I see the others here, see how they interact, how the majority are of cheerful spirit.
Even those I saw as hostile or vile beings can prove to be...pleasant is not the word exactly, but perhaps...amiable? Companionable?
Still, though, this does not answer that nagging question of mine.

Why am I here?

Will I ever find the answer?
Perhaps I will not. Perhaps it is the same answer I sought in my last life. What all beings search for.
Hmm.
If that is the case, I may never find the answer then.
For some odd reason, this does not trouble me as much as it should. After all, this new life of mine has been...content, for the most part. I believe I have discovered all I need to of this world.
Only time will tell.
...time.
I have heard that after a time, a fawn suddenly finds himself waking up differently. Waking up fully grown.
I have yet to witness such an event, but it does intrigue me. It seems to happen with no warning, no transition. Just a sudden change.
I wonder... Will I find myself waking to such a change?
I find, again, only time will tell.

I remain, silent but heard,

[center]Bastilion

From darkness come the sinful one
Who's guilty deed twas like a gun
Set fire the land like blazing sun
Forever gone the stagnant haze

The mob they come- hard blows strike true
To give the devil deer his due
The rage of faunling death anew
Chased Round about the forest maze

My thoughts they chase the lands of then
I feel soon comes the calm again
The stagnant haze of yester when
Wash way the old on morrow gale

I know not of this deer they seek
Perchance one day ill glance a peek
While others heal the land that reek
Bring dawn the ever sinful Baal



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>>Related to the Baal/Faun happenings about.

>> From one story to the next- I found myself perched on the ends of my chair, waiting with baited breath for more to come...so...in this process of waiting; I've devised a bit of poetry. Time well spent I say. ^_^ Hope you all enjoyed.

Signed, a minor poet

Eran

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.

[center]So we have a lot of new people here, and this is an old bandwagon I want to dig up, if any else is interested in following, by all means!

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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.