when i wrote 1 blog entery it was deleited!
but i did not even deleite it!
i think someone knows my pasword!
and if this blog entery will be deleited i will hate this web for ever!
I have JUST discovered that i have Photoshop CS3 on this computer,through i dint even install it!!
and i had this computer for over 3 months or so!!!were did it come from?!
Magic?xD
*runs to work with PS*
Ran into Kinsha, who turned Quad into a squirrel! So he started to have fun, while Kinsha bombarded squirrel-Quad with head tilts!
Keeping him still to take closeups ended up being a hilariously difficult task, as he kept looking at Quad and tilting his head! Anyway, here's some screenshots:
Oh, and the title is because I made a Fun with Kinsha topic before, and it was also at the Ruins!
This is just an updated version of his Original bio. If anyone can assist me in figuring out those cool custom layouts for the Bio pages (like Walter's), please tell me. Until then, enjoy this mess.
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Appellatus
(Name)
Leeon
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(Age)
5 Years
Vox
(Voice)
Strong, Deep. Kind towards friends or family. Cold against enemys.
Natio
(Appearance)
Resembles the body of a Moose, quite larger that most deer.
Health
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Mental
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Amator
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Fabula
[Writing]
Doceo
Most of his normal hangout spots are around the pond, ruins or somewhere in the birch forest. He hold a fondness for the Demon Gazelle, though it's not a familiy bond, Leeon see's the old stag as something of a mentor.
Amicitias
(Relations)
TwentyOne;; He see's this doe as a Godess, he would never harm her.
Walter,"The Demon Gazelle";; A mentor of sorts. He prefers to follow Walter around
Fawns;; Leeon treats all fawns with tender love and care. Though he has no fawns of his own, he love's to parent fawns whom are alone.
Historia
(History)
When Leeon was only 2 years old, he fought The Demon Gazelle on the bridge, though he was the one a fault. Walter defeated him, and Leeon fled into the forest in shame.
That was the lesson he always understood. Nothing dead would come of the lake... nothing! The koi were immortal here... They had existed for centuries, and had the knowledge of centuries to proove, it... though few ever listened to them. 5 second memory, they say... Most untrue of words.
The grasses around the lake never seemed to wither with the cold, or shrivel in the heat. The dragonflies... how long had they been there? Their wingbeats plesant hum like music in the air.
The gray stag always slept, not near the lake, but in it. Always on that slope, which sharply dropped into the depths. He was careful about his sleeping spot, never to turn in his sleep so violently as to drop under. He chose this spot, because it was within the range of the dragonflies music, and so close to the koi... the immortal koi... who he called his friends. It didn't matter that half the time, his fur was wet while awake. He was so young, so fresh to the forest compaired to them... but he knew so much more than he should... Because he understood the wise words and spills of old knowledge the koi would tell him.
They knew of Walter's creation as an adult... They knew the first deer to ever be in the forest... they had seen the twin gods not once, but hundreds of times. They knew so much about what went on in the forest... because where there is water, there is life. All life needed the water... and thus all life would come to it.
His brown-red eyes squinted open, blinking freverously to adjust to the light of day. He lifted his head slowly, his horns half stuck in the mud. He grunted slightly, pulling his neck upward to free himself. The mud made a loud 'schlurp' sound, and a bubble popped over the surface from air caught below. Something white was in that pocket... An oddly shaped stone?
As I awoke I could sense that there weren't many deer in the forest this day. It was painfully quiet. Stretching my lungs, I let loose with a bellow. But still, it comes out as a fawn's cry! How embarassing!
Atleast I can run properly. I test my legs as I run from one landmark to another, happily soaking in the sights and sounds. But, I can only do this for so long before becoming bored. Always mischievious, I decide to give some sleeping deer a surprise. As I had seen other deer do before me, I happily chomped down a pinecone and relished in the magic it gave me. Finally, I found a suitable victim. A sleeping stag. I happily changed his antlers from stubby bumps to golden trumpets. Easily enough fixed when he awoke. No harm done.
Prancing away, I found a fairy ring. I had heard that sleeping in one could give even more magic, so I curled up. It took awhile to get to sleep, but it wasn't any trouble. Finally, a truly impish magic!
Soon enough I came upon a pair of stags walking together. We exchanged curtious bows before I cast the spell. The plainer of the pair quickly changed to a small animal! A laughed, but the other stag seemed upset. He reared up and I fled. Surely it was anything too difficult to fix, was it?
Un comfortable with said encounter, I found a safe spot near the twin idols to rest. As I drifted off I wondered if I'd ever see them come to life like some of the other stags talked about...
This little guy is brand new and ready for adventure! I hope that everyone welcomes him to the forest with open hearts. I'll have a picture of him up sooner or later! Till next time, may the twin gods watch over you all.
The dappled stag sat atop the hill, almost motionless. Leaves fell around him. Squirrels scurried past his feet. A few birds chirped and quarreled and hopped among the branches of his antlers. A faint breeze blew the grass in gentle waves.
