hewo everyone:)

Guys I'm sorry for the artdump I just posted, but I was a little troubled that the drawings only had a few comments among them. I realized that you guys probably didn't know that I was posting under "Zephyr" rather than Quad, so you may not have known who that was.

So I reposted them under this account and removed them from Zephyr's account. I'll use her account for something else, but as of right now the Leafbook will be posted by Quad.

I'm sorry about all the trouble.

The Leafbook is here

I've been finding myself to be a little bored during an hour break between classes at school, so I decided to buy a sketchbook and some drawing pencils to pass the time. I got a sketchbook made from Nepalese paper and some graphite pencils, and went to work drawing.



Hence the name Leafbook.

While this little project is just for me to pass time with, I may consider doing requests, but I haven't decided what my rules will be yet - how many I will accept at a time; restrictions on what is requested; ect. So for right now I want to draw a few more sketches before I make this open to those. Also you'll see that the subject matter may not necessarily be TEF deer - I plan to do a few drawings related to my Divine stories. I may also do non-TEF art, such as a drawing of Brandy (my dachshund), and any of my older characters like QuadRaptor the cyborg or Victor the Goat, They won't always have that extra writing on it like the first drawing, but I will do that when I feel that there is something that needs to be said about the subject.

So here's the first sketch in the book. I wanted to draw someone from TEF, but it was hard to pick one particular deer to draw. So I thought about who I felt deserved a sketch, and decided to draw...



Ephra. Just because she is such an awesome person, and an amazing artist herself.

I went with an old tradition my brother used where whenever he started a sketchbook (or in some cases, a story), he would invoke a muse. I asked him if it mattered whether the muse was male or female, and he said it wasn't a big deal, so I decided to invoke a muse fitting for my drawings and interest.

[=9]I got the idea from back when Lemon was a fawn. She kind of inspired me to start up Peppa's blog, a place where Peppa can tell of her forest adventures. Peppa is a very young and completely deaf fawn; and since she cannot hear to pronounce words, has a rough time talking. Peppa is incredibly shy, and her disability makes her vulnerable and thus always scared. You'll notice she's with Seth and Lemon a lot; she has stuffed herself into thier lives. Of course Peppa doesn't want to be a bother, and always be there, she knows when enough is enough. Also, please don't be offended if Peppa will not approach your deer. It takes a huge amount of effort to totally gain her trust, so if you're willing, she could always use more friends. C: Oh, and she refers to herself as 'Peppa'. she can usually read lips but the word for 'I' is so simple, she's yet to understand that she refers to herself as "I".

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Firss, Peppa met up wiff Seff.
Peppa was so happy!
Seff always teashes Peppa how to do stuff.
Seff and Peppa went off to pway in seh forests.
( First, I met up with Seth.
I was so happy!
Seth always teaches me how to do stuff.
Seth and I went off to play in the forest.)



Then we met tis' doe.
Her name wuss Effra.
Effra was awot older but she was nice Peppa thinks.
( Then we met this doe!
Her name was Ephra.
Ephra was a lot older but was nice, I think. )



Seff and Peppa take a nap...



Later Peppa met Seff's mate, Lemon, again.
Peppa doesn't know what to fink of Lemon.
Peppa thinks soon, Peppa and Lemon will be fwiends.

Bleh. I'm really starting to hate Lemon. .____.

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I awoke determined to make today a better day. Yesterday had been a mess, and the day before had been even worse. How could one innocent little thing cause such a mess? Something that was always true all along; but was merely finalized, officiated? How could this be happening; everything had been going so well. And now, everything that had once been important to me, was failing me.

I found myself beneath one of the playground rocks -- the place I'd fallen asleep the night before, hiding from the wolves and from gently-spoken friends with pity in their voices. There were birds clustered all around me, hundreds of them, their shrill little voices singing merrily away. I wanted to be angry at them, for having such simple and cheery lives. But, remembering my determination to be happier, today, I merely ignored the birds altogether.

I emerged from my fickle hiding place, only to find myself face-to-face with a little fawn. We bowed to each other at the same time, which struck both of us as funny, for some reason. I started to introduce myself, but was interrupted by the arrival of three grown deer. I only recognized one of the deer, a doe named Flyra. Not sure if I'd be able to handle so much social interaction quite yet, I tried to let them know that I wasn't feeling entirely sociable. They seemed to understand, but that didn't inhibit the awkward silence which inevitable followed our introductions. I find that sociable deer are often quite ill at ease around shy deer. The seconds ticked by, and I eventually said a curt goodbye, and trotted off.

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[center]Faris


Age
Vigorous

Gender
Male

Appearance
Faris is a tall, muscular stag: having trained his body throughout his youth, he looks the part of a knight. He wears the kabuki pelt, declaring that the red stripe puts him in mind of a passionate banner, waving in the wind...or something like that. He also wears the secretary bird mask, as it covers his eyes, like the helmet of a knight (he also likes the fringes). A pair of real deer antlers completes his look, which he feels are large, maginficent, and, of course, the perfect weapon for a spar. It is unclear what color his eyes are beneath his mask -- it is suspected they are blue.

Personality
He is obsessed with the ideas and the ideals of knighthood: he is forthright, honest, and brave. He considers himself a protector of fawns and ladies. He has a tendency to come on a little strong towards the ladies, and considers himself to be "looking for a doe whose favor he might wear into battle, and whose honor and beauty he may swear himself to," whatever that means. He enjoys the company of other deer, and considers himself quite social. He can, however, be a little bit impatient.

Little warning (for Echo, mainly); Lemon's being emo. <'3 x___x Sorryyyy. -kicks her-
Also, no pictures this time. It's too much of a hassel.

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Today wasn't such a good day, though it was at least a little better than yesterday. I spent much of the day skulking around the forest, avoiding contact with other deer at all costs. Though everything had been, for the most part, worked out between the phantom and I, my emotions were still strong. Seed told me that love is the most unselfish thing there is. To some degree, I suppose I agree with that. But then, I still feel as if I've caused more than my share of trouble, just to make myself a little happier. My actions, in retrospect... it just... doesn't seem like something an unselfish deer would do. Still, what's done is done. And somewhere deep inside, I knew that sulking around wasn't going to solve anything. Yet, how could I do anything else, when even the birds did little to cheer me up?

I wandered over to the ruins; the last place I had truly felt happy. It's ironic, isn't it -- how something so terrifying can be so beautiful. A lot of things are that way, when you think about it. I remember when I wouldn't dare take a step in the direction of the ruins. It was Seth who finally helped me overcome my fear.

I made a wide circle around the ruins, remembering the last time I'd been here. I was with Seth; it was one of the best days of my life. Right before we had our little talk. It had been a wonderful day; unusually warm in the forest, but not uncomfortably so. Seth and I spent hours together, exploring the ruins, acting like our usual deliriously-happy selves. Mystress joined us for a while, indulging in our peculiar antics for some time, before trotting off to find, no doubt, more sane companions. Just remembering that day makes me smile. And that's not an easy thing to do.

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