As you can see from the above screenies, I love the shape shifting spell! I apologize to the deer that I um....well....shrunk if I offended you but I just had to victimize you with my favorite spell.
*sigh* If only I weren't a fawn.

*edit* I just realized that I never chose a name for my fawn....willing to take any suggestions.

It hates me.

Sadly, it is the only computer access I will have until friday, and the only one I've had for a little bit, and it is not letting me run TEF normally. Which means you probably won't be hearing a lot from me: I don't like poking around when I'm frustrated.

<sub>I haven't been quite flamboyant these
past weeks have I? Theres no way to describe it without
it sounding like some meager rambeling I suppose. At
least that how I feel when I talk I suppose...


These past days I've seen a few of my old freinds a great deal.

Mainly Row, Darcy, and Wyvern. To be truthful I never knew
much about anything at first till a sudden realization came over me
about the situation with my three freinds.

I do my best to keep Wyvern and the rest of my freinds
happy if either are ever in a time of need, but I'm only
one deer. I can't make everyone in the forest happy,
even though I would like for it to be that way.

Besides I've hardly taken care of my self,
so I wouldn't even say I am utterly good at
healing any one elses wounds.

*sighs*

It's a shame that the gods will make
good times only to snatch them away
and make us try to remember as if where
toys. Even when others say other good
times will be in the making even if you don't
know it ... sometimes it's not that simple ...

Not that good times aren't here and now ... but still ...

... guh ... hear I go again ... mean less rambeling about
some other situation yet to even be delt with.

... I constantly remain to see why I chose to tape my mouth close ...</sub>

Hey guys, I decided to give Quad a break in the Forest. So I need a vote...

Would you rather see Zephyr or Pent more in the Forest?

Keep in mind:

Zephyr:


- A little shy
- Won't laugh and dance like Quad does.
- Head tilts...a lot...

Pent:


(Will be a minideer rather than a fawn. I don't have a new pic of him yet)
- A little crazy and mischevious
- Expect a lot of running around
- Also expect butt sniffing

So please vote for one. I'd love to hear your opinion!

[Edited 4/22 - ignore please; I had to fix a big mistake at the beginning]
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Before his eyes even opened, a flood of memories and emotions drowned Chenaniah’s brain. How many days had it been since he danced at the playground and ran through the forest with that mini-doe? He had really let her get that close…

And then… embarrassment. Had he really been so forward? Had he really nuzzled a complete stranger? And then… oh AND THEN. Had he really leaped and laughed through the playground while so many deer were watching? What had gotten into him? All those deer... those... deer. All around him.

Drowning him...



His eyes still hadn’t opened. He was slowly rising up from the pit of unconsciousness. The blue bowl. One of the best places in the Birch Forest. Birds loved it here. The warm colors danced. The sweet smell of…

Wait.

A different smell. Another deer had been her. Several deer in fact… but one had stayed longer than the rest. No… no it wasn’t the mini doe. It was… it was…

"You sure you don't want me to drive?"

Tuna shook her head, her eyes on the road. "Nah, I'm good. We'll be home by 'leven, probably?"

"Eleven?!" Bale raised his eyebrows. "We weren't that far away!"

"Babe, we were in New York."

He considered this for a moment, then shrugged and reached over to play with the radio knob. "We should probably get something to eat, then, I guess. Been a while since dinner." The blonde woman shrugged and squinted at the dark road, stretching on ahead of them. "Kay. Looks like lights up ahead, there's probably somewhere we can pull in."

It was only a few miles before they reached a lonely gas station. Bale left Tuna grumbling about some taillighters to buy a quick bite inside the store. Fighting the urge to yawn, he grabbed some food and headed for the register. He dropped his change into the hand of the cashier, and, slipping the handles of the bag around his wrist, strode outside into the cool air.

The sight that met his eyes made him stop dead. The door of the pickup was thrown wide upen, and not more than a few yeards away, a suited man had a weakly struggling Tuna thrown over his shoulder with a blag bag cinched around her head. A stream of blood was trickling down her neck, its source out of view but evident. Her carrier stopped behind a large, black van and tossed her in unceremoniously. Bale stood dead still, his eyes fixed on the scene, before adreneline kicked in at last. He started to dash towards the van.

Before he could get more than a few feet, a hand tightened on his arm, and a sharp blow to his head plunged him into blackness.

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RUN FORREST RUN. Squeegie and I have agreed that the retard squad aren't in a very good situation as of now. |D Don't worry, you'll hear from them occasionally, but this leaves me much more free to do stuff with Aeros and Nox and...stuff. HO HO HO. -fails at everything-

He was there. He was always there. Why was he always there? That's something Clock wanted to know.

Every day, the same stag, the same grave. A smaller, tan-pelted deer, sitting at a poorly placed grave on the side of the Ruins. That grave hadn't been there for too long. The stag never said anything. Never even made a sound. No one ever talked to him. And he didn't talk to anyone. He just sat there.

Clock could sense that the tan stag was always thinking. He had the right look on his face, the same pensive look in his odd eyes. Even from a distance it was clear. Clock badly wanted to go up an ask why he sat there, who was buried there, and what he was thinking about. Thankfully, Clock knew better.

He eventually decided to leave well enough alone. And by that time, the stag stopped visiting the grave. It was strange. Clock felt strange. Why did he seem so important to him? Maybe he would find out soon.

Clock picked his way to the Twin Gods hill. It took a little time, since he was so achy from a recent beating, but he eventually got to the top. The two statues sat in their places, overlooking the forest on possibly the highest point in the area. They were very well placed. The brown teen sat himself down infront of the statue. He was still young. His pelt, though still a little light, was almost fully grown in. His antlers were still small, but they started to take a little shape. And he never decided on a mask, if any.

Thankfully, Stopwatch or his friends weren't around, so he could rest easy. If he knew he would have to go through this kind of fawn hood, he would've run away a long time ago. His family didn't seem to care at all, and his brother had no regard for maturity. Once he could live on his own, he could finally get away from all that. Maybe then his parents will know how to miss him once he's not there.

I haven't wrote here for some time so I thought I would update you about what Dynamite has been doing these days...

Most of the time I've wandered around with my mother, Nala and we spent a lot of time at the cementery.
One day a met Lemon and she has grown up to a doe now. It makes me feel small, among my friends i'm the only one who's still a little fawn. These days haven't be different from my other days in the forest, I've run around on my own, slept and played in the pond.

Here are some pictures of what I've been doing these days:

My first day away.. my, what a cute place this is, so much to see and learn. I've been looking for a fawn love of mine somewhere. I have searched and called out for her but no luck.

Meet many other deer, what a kind bunch they are. Picked up some flowers.. I wish I had pretty antlers to show them off with.. I'll grow up big and strong one day.

I'm tired now.. I think I'll go to sleep..