Since now my dear Haiss is grown-up ~

I woke in the Birch forest. There was a buzzing in my mind, like a gravitational pull. I groaned, lifting my head. Ears pricked forward, I tried to get my bearings. The sun was blazing down onto my back. I wasn’t in the shade – I was out in the open. A moment of panic swept me up, onto my feet. That’s when I realized that I wasn’t alone. There was a deer standing nearby. Watching. I froze, frightened. As the panic began to ebb away, I slowly began to recognize the deer’s scent. It was the deer I had laid next to, in the blueberry bowl. The deer I had followed to the ruins. I relaxed, lifting my head a little. Fumbling for words, I merely stood where I was, trying to find something intelligent to say. Before I could find anything, he bolted. I was disparaged.

”W-wait,” I called, more confused and hurt than anything. I listened to his footsteps fade, before following after him. I ran through the sea of grass, ignoring the tickle of the foliage against my belly. I may be small and slender, for a deer – but I know how to run, when I need to. My parents were mortal; running was their only defense mechanism. And I inherited their break-neck gallop.

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The fawn giggled as blue smoke tickled his ears. He was white! What a pretty color! Maybe now the other deer would play with him. He began to run and jump, trying out his beautiful pelt, when suddenly…

The white was gone.

He was caught mid-jump and tumbled to the ground. Had the statues taken the white back? He returned to the statues and bowed again.

Soon he realized that the statues would only give him the white for a while. It was a gift and they could decide what to do with it. He wondered. What else could the statues do…?

He became white over and over again. As far as he knew, it was the only way to change his pelt. And when he did it, he looked like a dove. And he liked doves.

Suddenly, there was a large deer beside him. The fawn froze.

It was a beautiful dappled stag. Like nothing the fawn had ever seen. The stag bent down his head and suddenly everything was on fire! His whole world was filled with light and a high-pitched tingling noise.

When the light cleared he noticed his legs. They were blue! The stag had painted him!

The stag bowed and ran off while the fawn stood there frozen in wonder.

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Chenaniah sighed. Maybe this dream was a sign. When he was a fawn, he had longed for those pretty pelts. The only way to get them was other deer. He needed other deer.

No.

Not after what they did.

But…

But that had been so long ago.

I can do this in pretty much any style you want, japanese, caveman style or neutral like the one of mystress above. If you're a Lightbringer you may have one extra item in the picture, otherthan the one item you automatically get.

if you want on I have to know:
-What deer
-What style you want
-What item you want
-and if your a lightbringer what extra item you want


It can be used as a coaster because it will be sealed with poly.
Price range $8-$10.00

Alright fine, I agrovated people by saying I was taking a break cuz' of the pdp thing going on, but as expected people got mad at me, but since people haven't really gotten into the exact reason I'm leaving, it is PARTLY cuz of the pdp, but also. I have gotten my heart completely shattered, an I'm not overeggaxerating when I say my trust for other human beings has been completely broken, so I hope you know NOW that I really can't deal with TEF drama, I'm close to falling over the line of totally breakin apart, I wan't to recover from this heartbreak before completely returning to TEF, I'm still not leaving completely.
I DON'T wan't to get deeper into this, so I'd aprecciate it if you just let me be alone with this, and not ask any questions.
Appearently 3 years ment nothing.

.......STILL THINKING OF WHAT ITS GONNA BE.
JUST CAUSE I FEEL BAD. X3;
K.

I'M UNORIGINAL. *Shot*
Pictures did work for me, so you get some crappy screenshots! Urgk I hope it works, I'm just putting it up quickly before I have to go to marching band repetition again 8D So I'd like to know your results, lol ;D And any errors I made. XD

CLICK HERE FOR THE QUIZZ

x3;;

If you ever see a show called "Making Fiends" on Nicktoons network...doesn't it kind-of remind you of Taint and Plume? XD; Lol. Charlotte is the same color as Plume's font, no?

If only Taint had green font :3

hey, im new here... i dont even open the game, i'm just finished the download, but im excited.

my english is really bad, but i hope to have a great time gaming with you all.

soon i gonna draw or write something.

bye

I can hear leaves rustle in the wind, flowers bloom as they scatter across the pond on their little pads, and the trees creak and groan as they talk to each other in their ancient language without words. The forest is talking all around me, begging me to wake up, to join it, to leap into its arms.

But I cannot wake. Nothing it has done so far has woken me up. Here I slumber in the dark, where countless others wait until the forest makes their eyes flutter open to see the light of their world. In the distance, I know there are others there, others who call louder than any of the forest itself. Their warmth dances about like a flickering candle in the breeze, never in the same place twice.

Around me I hear their footsteps, but they pass by without word, never seeing me slumbering there. I await but one cry, one call, one heart whose warmth glows most of all. Yet like me it is silent, nothing more than a shining beacon for those who are lost.

I am not lost, I know where I am. I can hear dull muffles of cries of the glowing bodies that so oft surround me, but never are they clear, never are they for me.

I can feel a chill down my spine...for I know when the call will beckon me to the forest. The draftiness that surrounds me clutches tight to my heart, yet it will not give in to the cold. I will not bow to it, and perhaps that is why I know I will hear it so clearly. When the snow falls, I will arrive.

That is when my roar will be heard throughout the forest, and the world itself will fall into silence for one mere moment, for I will have arrived.

They will know my name is Narnia.