[=9]You will not witness many written words from my hoof, but my being strongly felt the need to pour out every feeling it has been holding down.
My experience with this lovely paradise goes back far, but my social skills are equal to those of a newborn fawn. Meaning that I would rather crawl up to the thick, warm fur of my mother, than to look into the eyes of a stranger and awkwardly bow before them with shaking legs. I will not tell you my name, for it does not clear up any questions you might have about me, neither will it make your contact with me any more pleasant.



Until this rainy day in May I thought I had witnessed all the wonders in the world, but I was wrong.
I have been wandering this forest unnoticed, like a spirit, for a very, very long time. But recently I shook of my invisible coating and threw myself out in the open. A wise choice? I have yet to find out.

Today I woke up cold and shaky, my head still pounding from the short amount of sleep. I found myself in a purple flower patch, like usually. Only this time the fluttering butterflies, with their powdered wings and fragile bodies had disappeared, together with the warmth of the sun. Slowly I stood up, silently exploring the area around me. I was sleepy, but not tired. I was cold, but not freezing. I was on my own, but not lonely. I decided to treat myself with some of the purple beauties and went for a little stroll.
I tried to keep my attention focused on the marvellous creation called nature, but I kept slipping away. A familiar scent was taking me, forcing me to follow another road. Please understand me when I say I had no saying in this, no power. My legs were forced to track down the scent, the scent of someone I had become obsessed over.

I have asked for and received Michael and Auriea's blessing to do The Endless Forest Ballet, and Auriea suggested I ask all of the Forest Dwellers if you have any ideas for music, costume, story ideas... we plan on crediting all contributors accordingly and since this is where the idea was born, this is where it should begin to grow. SO! If you have any ideas, send me a message through the link to our studio website in my profile. This ballet will belong to all of us. Thank you so much... love to all!

Can i meat you in the forest some day?
And my deer Redgie loves your deer Dindra!
Hope to meat you sone!
~ Zerash

I never liked to go to slep at day time!
So stil having nothing to do, i desided to make a new character!
His name is Redgie.
I had a hard time to deside how his pelt shuld lok like! +_+
And just about 3 pm, i finely desided to ask someone els how they thot he shuld lok like!
I'v never had soch problem with desiding pelts to my two charecters!
I wish i culd do enything spetial!
But it's imposeble to just do magic or enything els! xD
I mean just *POF* and every thing is done!
DAH!!
I'm borde!
I'l go to try to finde some new codes!

Part 1
Part 2




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This is from Aegle's perspective, therefore in first person



I awoke again deaf, there was no noise. But I also could not see anything but myself. I was just lying there, limp, cold. I was outside of my body, looking at myself helplessly.

I walked over to my cold body and could only stare. Was this what I had become? A worthless, limp, cold being?

My eyes scanned over my coarse, unkempt fur. I leaned over and gently tugged my body. It's eyes opened. They were no longer a bright purple but a piercing black.

I watched as fog encircled my body. I yelled "Wake up!". I panicked as my body still lay their helpless as the dark came. It ate me whole. I was the dark. And no one could stop me.

I awoke in the shallow part of the pond. Shivering. It won't stop now, it can't stop. I can't hide it from them anymore. It will soon consume me.
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This another of the dreams Aegle has had. I'm trying to build on it but basically the dark is why she fears everyone. The dark is more of a force than legitimate darkness or a being. It tortured her a fawn but you'll know more later. Aegle always held back her dreams, trying to be happy around her friends so they wouldn't know whats going on, but she can't any longer.
Thanks for reading!

Based on an experience I just had...

The young man opened the sliding glass door and let his dachshund out into the back yard. He flipped on the outside light and stepped onto the wooden porch, as the dog bolted out and ran out to the darkness of the yard. The man took a few steps off of the porch, looking around at the yard. He could see the full moon before him, partially covered from the silhouettes of trees. To his left, he could see the sky light up with static electricity - it appeared to be a lightning storm without thunder. In addition, several bullfrogs started croaking in seeming rhythm - he could tell the sound was coming from the trees before him.

He saw a flash before his eyes, and looking to the sky, he saw the flash again. "Oh it's an airplane...", he said to himself, and expected to see the flash continue in a line...but instead, the blinking light took a sharp left turn. He looked away to see if his dachshund was still doing her business, then looked back to the trees. He saw the flash again, and was surprised when it blinked before the silhouettes of trees. "That can't be an airplane!", he said, and focused on the light.

A lone firefly drifted around his back yard, flashing it's light every few seconds, sometimes dimly, other times very brightly. He knew his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, and for the next few minutes, he stared blankly around the back yard, watching the insect blink as it maneuvered through the trees. This was a rare sight for the man, as fireflies usually flew deeper into the woods rather than in his back yard.

He suddenly had a sense of nostalgia, his childhood was full of trips where he and his family would stay in a chalet on a mountain or in a wooded area, and every time he would run outside and chase the fireflies as they danced with one another. He wanted to go back there again, and had the immediate realization that summer had arrived.

Hello all,

well yeah, i got a questions : If anyone could help me to get the 'crying mask' ? ( Or send me the spell data) Would help me to *complete* my set . Thanks in advanced if anyone will help me.

Vermillion

The sound of metal scraping against itself was loud as shards of it were swept from the bed of an old red truck into a steel garbage can. Her hands worked constantly, almost mechanically, sweeping, sweeping, sweeping the memories away, all her fathers work left undone, never to be finished.
Thrown away.

Her mother watched from the kitchen window.

When all but a few tiny flakes of metal remained, Sawyer "Goldenwinged" Odisark slammed the back hatch closed and secured the faulty door with a few bungee hooks. Sighing, she dusted the dirt and grime from her jeans and hauled the garbage can back to the garage. Her belongings were waiting just inside the doorway.

As she swung open the screen door her mother leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, looking at her with pursed lips and a concerned expression, deepening her wrinkles borne from all this stress of the passing of her husband. Her tousled hair put up in a bun that morning hung over her face in grey strands.

"You can't take that truck, Sawyer." She finally mumbled, "It's your father's. He might need it."

"Mother," Sawyer started exasperatedly, "Dad is dead. This is the tenth time you've said this. This is the only part of him on this earth that I have left. He's... dead, he doesn't need it..." an ominous lump in her throat started forming around her words, so she stopped talking. She didn't want to break down crying for the hundredth time today.
Without a word, her mother turned on a heel and walked slowly back into the kitchen. She needed help. Sawyer tried to take her to a psychiatrist, but she wouldn't have any of it. She'd rather live in these false memories she created for herself, to pretend that her husband didn't die, that Sawyer wasn't moving out, that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be.

http://moonballoon.deviantart.com/art/TEF-Deer-122114388

My dream deer. <3
I drew it. <3