January 24, 2009
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The fawn had just arrived in the Endless Forest. No one knew where he came from. He couldn’t remember a mother or a father. The first thing he saw was the leaves high above him, and the birds hopping from branch to branch.

The birds.

When he got up, he looked at himself. A lovely halo floated above his head. It was his name. He looked at his gangly legs and his creamy speckled fur.

“What am I?” The words came from his mind and out of his mouth. Fascinating.

Everything around the fawn was new and beautiful. He began to slowly walk through the forest, passing the tall trees one by one. There were birds in those trees. They sang such sweet songs.

“Let me sing too!”

And the fawn sang with the birds.

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Chenaniah blinked as the dream faded. He hadn’t had one as clear or as joyful in a while. The memories… they were so real. And on such a day as this, the warm sun shining, the birds more cheerful than ever before, he really did feel like a fawn again.

So with a spring in his step, he trotted off towards… well, he didn’t really have a destination in mind. Today was a day for slow walking. Or for leaping. Whichever felt best at the moment.



Strange how emotions could change overnight. What a fickle thing, the brain.

A few birds swooped low to sing, or to attempt to land on his bobbing antlers. Chenaniah laughed at their antics. He began to slow his pace so that the birds could take hold. Soon he looked like a parade float… or a walking tree. His antlers had become a playground, and the birds were the playful children. He shook his head and they all flapped their wings to regain their balance, chirping angrily. He laughed… and the birds eventually forgot their frustration.

Hey everyone I am new here was refereed by a good friend. I am Kristen any tips or advice would be good. Also looking for friends. ^.^

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Of this last month of my existence, there was little to report but endless frustration: as a fawn, it seemed, no stag would consider sparring with me without regret, and no fawn I met had the courage to face one so bold. My patience grew thin; my heart grew weary. It seemed my quest was to be endless, and I would never know the taste of a true battle, without fear or regret lingering on the antlers of my oponent like so much soft velvet.

Until at last I awoke, and found myself well-grown. I rejoiced in my newfound staghood, and ran to find some fellows on the top of the Twin Gods' Hill. One, a stag known as Taiko, broke off, and I raced him down to the Crying Idol, where he vanished. I met a pair of fawns there, and tried to convince them to aid me in my search for a set. One, who seemed fond of me, acquiesed. After a while, Taiko returned and began to help me with my set with the gentlest of humors and an alarmingly long-enduring patience. He was joined by a number of other deer, though he had to go just as I triumphed and was fully clad.

My set then, is this: First, the strongest, largest antlers I could find, to use as my weapons when I charge forth into battle; second, a mask that, ornamented by black fringe, covers my face and protects my eyes; third, a coat the red color of my own passion.

After that, I was joined by the lovely lady Lemon, at which point the core group for the rest of my evening was complete: Lemon, Zerg, and two deer whose names I know not, one a doe and the other a stag. We fell then into revelry, and all manner of merriment, from line-dancing and achieving an almost perfect 'mexican wave,' to listening while spinning, to all forms of running and jumping and hopping.

Well, so far, so good. Getting used to the Forest and its oddities. I find myself partial to wearing the purple flowers and black and white pelt coloring. Huh, can't wait till I'm an adult. The horns are lovely when draped with flowers. I keep trying to do that to a white adult with curly gray horns, but to no avail.

I feel kind of down, having just barely missed the last dance of the Twin Gods, but I shall keep my head up and hope for another meet. Though, it is times like this that I wish I'd won the lottery or something. Phase Four sounds exciting. But I'm a starving college student, so I can only content myself with playing.

Last In: Darkweaver
Currently: Agonizing over a contact lense.
In forest or out: In maaaaybe later. Or after work.
My latest GMV:

Yup: it's that day. I got home just in time.

For those of you who don't know Faris (which I assume is most people), his pictogram is here. He likes to think of himself as a knight errant, so don't be afraid if you tries to spar you: it's only sport, and he's had dissapointing luck trying to find an honorable opponent as a fawn. Maybe he'll have better luck as a stag ^^

He'll be running around this evening if you want to say hello.

i now call my deer ShadowX but on the sight it's xhunter
please tell me what you think!
A apprentice for ShadowX


ShadowX lie within the tangle of tall grass that made up the Blue Berries. He’d chosen the spot so he could watch the other deer go about there lives without them seeing him. For his entire life he’s been alone. Looking over at his fur he saw the strange symbols on him. His fur was white with a large Black spot that reached out at some red bots. His antlers where made of blue and red feathers that stood up above a long piece of normal antler. His legs were long and black. For days he’d sat there watching The others go about there lives.
In truth he was cursed when he was a fawn, he was born with the strange antlers that allowed him to change his appearance. His gift was to see the future of the forest. ShadowX in the past was taught by seven deer and the twin gods themselves, so he was in no need of training. His job to the forest was to see the other futures and chase off evil, sickness, and the likes. He did not need to eat or drink because he was immortal, but he did anyway. Looking up he yawned and got up. His mask got pulled on by his hooves and he flinched. He twitched his head and fallowed the path closest to the trees to the river, making shore the others did not see him. He stopped at the side of a young willow and walked quickly over to tall grass and looked at a group of sleeping deer. ShadowX stood for five minutes then walked to the water and drank.
“ShadowX?” said a voice from behind. He stopped and looked up and over his shoulder. He saw a young grey fawn standing looking at him. “what are you doing?” “Nothing, go away,” he said and turned away to leave. “You were drinking, I thought you did not need to drink or eat,” the fawn said running up to him and fallowed on his heels. “normally I don’t, go away,” he said with his ears back.

I’ve been laying low for the past couple of days. Not because I had more important things to do than traipse through the forest, but because I’ve been hit by a wave of timidity. That’s how it works; sometimes I can go for weeks without feeling the urge to hide, sometimes months. Sometimes the urge to hide from the rest of deerkind is so overwhelming that I am forced to keep to the shadows for days, lurking around the forest like a ghost. That’s how I’ve been feeling for the past couple of days – though the fact that most familiar faces have more or less disappeared from the forest doesn't really help. Even Seth has been missing, lately. I dearly miss his company, but I understand that he can’t be here all of the time. The last time I saw him, though.. he wasn’t himself. He was like a shell of himself. It worried me.

I have been neglecting my rituals for a while; I think the last time I did them, I was still a fawn. I’ve just been so overwhelmed with excitement over growing up that I’ve kind of pushed my spiritual half aside. I don’t believe I’ve ever mention my rituals, have I? Well, the most obvious ritual I have is praying. This morning ritual is very important to me, and I try to pray to the twin Gods every day; although it is difficult for me to pray when there are many other deer around. After I’ve finished my prayer – a chant the forest spirits taught me while I was very young – I gently kiss the two stones to either side of the statues; reminiscent of kissing the feet of Gods.



I have other rituals, but I don’t want to bore you with all of that. Perhaps I will tell you about the other ‘peculiar’ things I engage myself in, in a later journal.

added Andromeda

Skokey

Skokey was born as an illegitimate. He was given up for adoption, putting him in an orphanage. Skokey grew up a little before he was adopted by a kind old man, looking for someone to keep him company. He grew up in the old man's house, happily and normally. When he was just about 13, the old man died, leaving him to live with a family the old man knew.

Later in his adolescence, he was confronted by his mother, who had a little girl toddling beside her. He felt worthless, and soon sunk into a deep depression. His depression took up a few years of his adolescence, though it didn't affect his education. During high school, he had met a girl, Fenqua, who was his only good friend, and would later be his wife. She caught him just in time to save him from suicide. Not long after, they both graduated, and they both found an apartment for each other. Fenqua came over to Skokey's every day to help him recover.

Afterwards, he found his sister at his door. She was only an early teen. She told him that their mother had died, and that she had no family to live with. Skokey took her in, remembering his depression, but slowly forgetting it all over again by taking care of his only family. His sister went through the rest of high school while he went to college. He excelled, and graduated early, receiving his degree in architecture.

During and after college, he continued to see Fenqua, his love for her rapidly increasing. They found that they loved each other. After a short period of dating, they decided to marry. Now he lives in his own house, Fenqua by his side, and a pair of twins to carry on their name.

Fulu

Fulu was also born illegitimate, but she was not put up for adoption. Her mother decided to keep her, fearing her reputation, and also wondering what it was like to actually be a mother.

Yeah, well. Ater last night's disagreement, I got to thinking (not the first time). Betting it's not much of a reality check for the rest of y'all, but the things I value in myself aren't things the average eigth grader should be proud of. c: Being the bad guy was fantastic for a while. But, for one thing, by now this visage is a mere veneer of vanity (don't shoot me Trinket lol). For another, it's absolutely exhausting by now. Being nasty to everyone. And besides...doesn't the villian always die at the end of the movies?

I gotta lot of stuff to do irl anyways. |D Art, keeping my grades from sinking any more than they have. So, bottom line, I'm taking a break. In the meantime, probably all of you can find me on dA. XD Guess I'll be back when I've deemed myself the anti-hero. Scathing comments will be rebuffed, the rest will be answered as best as possible. Love to you all. <3