The 24th was spent frolicking around with my two beloved friends, Seth and the Phantom. We wandered through the forest for quite some time, enjoying each other’s company more than anything. That uneasy feeling in me had still been there, tormenting me. I wanted to hide from every stranger who looked my way; something I’m sure they didn’t appreciate.

You know what really made my day, though? Seth and the Phantom getting along the way they do, that’s what. It just makes me so happy. Happier than I should be, really. But… I can’t help it. Seth and the Phantom are my two very dearest of friends. When my world is crashing down, I know I can count on one or the other to bring me up, again. Seth by bringing me light and making me laugh; the Phantom by comforting me and taking me away from all of the pain in the world, to a place where we can be alone. A good place.



And to know that both stags can at the very least tolerate each other, is more than I could ever ask for.



That night, I discovered that it was Faris’ stagday. Though I had only met the buck once, I had come to like him almost instantly. I had been having a sulky day as usual, laying alone on the bridge. Faris came and laid next to me for quite some time, keeping me company in the cold. Even when I fell asleep, he remained, ever watchful. When I finally did awaken, he followed me around for a while – to dance, and then to curl up in the warmth of the old oak.

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Life, at time, becomes disjointed; it is a series of flickering moments, strung together, perhaps, by other moments, and then by darkness; the forest is a series of brief windows in the endlessly black tunnel of sleep. You take it in -- the golden dust mites, rising and falling on the wave-like winds, so subtle we cannot notice them; the often oppalescent dapling of the ground from where the soils and mossess intermingle; the swoop of a falling leaf, suspended in green spring as it plummets to the ground -- and then it is gone, and only the dreams remain.

Today, for example: today a danceline with Lemon scattered like a bomb of birds going off with the coming of a fawn casting the divine pelt; I am running with another stag after Lemon goes, whose pictogram I have seen, but cannot identify. I wrack my brain, trying to remember if I have seen his name, and not just him. All the while, we run seemingly without care, occasionally darting to help another deer get his set together.


The golden stag, Terrant, who I ran with not knowing he did not want to run with me, come close and sniffs me; 21's prescence, perhaps, has made him bold. Or perhaps it was that I learned my lesson, handled him with some caution this time. I am nervous; I bow. We are joined by another. We dance in a square; we sit in a square, and some of us, myself included, fall asleep. I dream of the four of us, watching myself sleep from a distance.

Liëka lay on the warm rocks, peering lazily through her lashes at her daughters a good few lopes away. They were chatting idly, and laughing together. Liëka smiled. FIU was a few years older than , but you wouldn't know it, their maturity levels were so low together. Such a good thing they get along so well.

She watched as they spontaneously burst out laughing, and wandered over to the Pond together.

Liëka didn't remember much from her childhood, but she did remember how other deer would comment on how mature she was. Not surprising, really. She was, after all, still a fawn when she had taken the great responsibility for Him. She smirked. Yes, that would make anyone grow up fast. And in a way, Liëka supposed that she had missed out. Ah, the teenage years, supposedly full of mania and fun, full of never-never-never-wanna-grow-up-ness, while she was studying ritual and sacrifice.

But what was she thinking! This was the Endless Forest, the place of dreams. Even 'adult' deer still had the never-wanna-grow-up-ness. Just think of all the great button-mashers! To hell with maturity! Liëka giggled to herself.
And speaking of which...

The purple-haired doe found that she could not, after all, ignore the racket coming from over yonder as well as she thought she could. As she listened, another loud clang hit her ears, followed briefly by loud exclamations. Grinning, Liëka roused herself and galloped over to the noise source.

"What are you two up to, then?"

Iranu looked round quickly.

"Oh-hai!"

Liëka raised an eyebrow.

"We were just examining this thing we found. Uvavu reckons he can get it going!" he explained happily.

Uvavu looked round from where he was crouched, delight all over his face, and a sliver of flint in his mouth.

I'll just use this post for something else. 8D RECYCLINGG!!

Yes, I'm Seele, but this name will now be Misako <3... Because that iss how this human being calls herself, and Seele is the deer. Seele won't have a sexchange, though. Lol.
Seele: *Feels girlyy*

Do any of you know if it's a way to turn off the black boarder where you see the pictograms?

_{((This just explains why Fleder's not around anymore. I debated posting it because my writing is embarrassing at best. Bleh.))}

Chilly hours of the early morning were mute with the sound of sleep. The sun peeked out from behind the horizon, lifting itself into a dim sky but drowning in the clouds. All was quiet with the dreary break of day blowing life into the dense trees, but a stirring broke out from the pond shallows.

“You- are nothing-”

The stag grunted through teeth gritted together. He strained to thrust his head downwards and drive his victim’s head under the surface of the water.
“My whole life-” He growled, “has been a waste. And it’s your fault.”
Their antlers were interlocked with the speaking stag having a commanding control over the struggle. He stood at the very edge of the shelf within the pond, practically hanging the other deer like a puppet below the deeper water’s surface by their hooked antlers. Legs thrashed as the submerged animal attempted to get a foothold in the soft bank, but his hooves only tore through the muddy water. His chest ached for air, and it was granted only when the other stag yanked his head above the surface again. While struggling to catch his breath through heavy coughing, the other stag continued to speak coolly.
“I’m going to let you in on a big old secret,” He huffed through that horrible theater mask, leaning in to intensify his point, “nobody cares about you. Nobody cares hardly stand you-”
“Masque-” The other deer choked in a sorry attempt at reasoning.
“-You think you have friends?” He snapped, “Forget it. You don’t mean a damn thing to anyone.” He shoved his antlers downwards again and the brown stag was plunged back into the murky depths before even recovering from the last immersion.
“I could do this for hours, and nobody would mind.” Masque stated, even though it was doubtful his words were heard.

Freeform this time. Written while sitting with Magnet tonight. Diary Entry (hopefully) coming in the morning.

Koi

They are otherworldly dancers,
with long trains and white sleeves
on dresses painted with blossoms of color.
They move like the flight of birds
like the tranquil buzzing of dragonflies
Clustering, they pinch and nibble
at water-born roots and gulp
at crunchy fallen insects.
They dwell in a blue-tinted world,
in the underwater forest of lilypads
and the shadow of the bloom.

Hovering Wings

Mud-hidden stones glimmer ; reeds
gain irradescence. The shimmering
water is hurled back
in on itself. The world
becomes bright and blurred,
full of surreptisious
whispering, of buzz and hum
and the softest flickering.
The world seems to glide
for all the frantic flapping,
when seen through the wings
of a dragonfly.


(( Not familiar with Seed's Poetry? You should be! Seed's Poetry Corner: The Collection ))

Zephyr here! You would believe it! My little brother, Axie, was in the forest today!!

For the first time in a long while, I was really happy! I haven't danced and laughed in ages. Maybe I'm the happiest when I'm with my brother!

And look, screenshots of us together!


Axie sure has gotten bigger since the last time I saw him!


We look really silly!


I never realized how fun it was to dress up, either.


Axie had to leave for a while. I was heartbroken.




But then he came back. I think this is his set now.


We're absolutely inseparable!

I had a lot of fun with you, brother! I'm glad to have seen you again, and I had hoped your stag day would come soon.

A lovely poem, and picture I'm sure some are
familiar with. I don't know who wrote this
poem, but its beautiful.

uh. would you marry emiva and i?
we can set up the date an everything.
so will you?
could you be the wedding planner??