Larr's dragon egg hatched and a baby dragon came out..



Larr : ' awwww baby dragon !! '

Dragon : ' [squawk squawk] watch it Larr.. [squawk..] '

PRONOUNCED: darr-ZHEE-ling
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I am a forgotten Daughter. Birthed into a tale woven of happiness, I am the dark thread that sullies the face of the tapestry.
Thus, I find myself here, alone, without companion in a place of what many call refuge.
My name is Darjeeling. And heartache becomes me, suits me, completes me--this is my past, present, and future.
I flourish in solitude. Though I seek out friendship, I find none, by the whims of chance. I am a specter in the forest, a wisp of apparition that appears to those who would not find me.
Track my invisible footprints, hear my song shadowed by the cacophony of the wood, dwindle on the edge of twilight, dance beneath the treetops--perhaps then feel my presence at your back, welcoming you and at the same time relinquishing myself to the enigmatic. Those who seek me are a comfort, those who find me are a blessing.
This is my heartsong and greatest plea; discover me and end my suffering.


Darjeeling will have her own tales to tell of her times in the forest. Though she is still a fawn, she has already seen her share of pain in the world.
At first, I thought of making her character timid and kindhearted, though this was not an accurate reflection of my own feelings. I love the lushness of this RPG, how it weaves its own tales and inspires new ones in one congruent motion. So Darjeeling became what people call me--a mystery wrapped in an enigma. Though her character deviates from me in the aspect that she considers herself utterly alone, her story is still reminiscent of past events in my own life.

I don't have any pictures for you, today. I'd like to spend some time, rather than simply recanting the events of the day, to pen my actual thoughts.

I haven't seen the Phantom for a few days. I did see him on the 1st day of the new era, though. We traveled through the forest in the usual way, and I didn't, at first, suspect that there would be anything unusual about our meeting. I can't remember exactly how it happened, but somehow, we found ourselves in the middle of a rather large group of deer, in the playground. There were probably four or five deer running about -- not a large number to some of the older members of the forest, but large enough for two socially-awkward and loner-type individuals, wouldn't you agree? In any case, I watched him from the corner of my eye, partially amused and partially horrified. How would he react to being in such close quarters with so many other deer?

He leap't onto one of the tallest rocks, watching the other deer with a wary eye. Much to my relief, most of the deer seemed uninterested. There was one deer, of course, who wanted to make a friend out of the phantom. I, of all deer, knew that this was nearly an impossible task. But I didn't stop him, like I did the fawn. Instead, I watched. The phantom seemed jumpy, as if he expected the other stag to suddenly lash out. I shrunk back a little, feeding off of the phantom's insecurity.

Appearently, since I've been gone, a new game has developed, or maybe it's not new, I just never heard of it. xD
But anyway, the game is Devout tag, what is that? xD
I don't remember where I heard it, but someone here wrote they where in the forest playing Devout tag.
Sorry to bother y'all, I'm just trying to keep up! ^^

MERRY EASTER EVERYONE
........ It's not even close-
NO. IT IS. YOU LIAR.
Well at least say "Happy Easter"...
Where are the chocolate eggs? TROPA. WHERE ARE THEY.
*sigh* ... If you want me to make so-
DID FULU LAY THEM. Where's her nest? *crawls on the ground sniffing*

***

You gonna go to the next Abio?
............................yes
I'm just saying, you haven't been to one yet. Clock kinda beat you last time.
Don't... remind me.
......... Do you still have bruises?

***

Don't you tell me how to do my job!
O_o... But just let me speak-
NO. I HAVE GONE TO SCHOOL FOR THIS. I HAVE HAD EXPERIENCE WITH THIS. I HAVE READ A BOOK.
You've read a book...
................YES.
FINE *flails arms*

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Clock what would you do if you could do anything?
Umm... RUN FOR PRESIDENT.
OMG YES
AND AND AND YOU. YOU WOULD BE MY VICE PRESIDENT.
8DDDDDDDD
YES. Yes...
What would your campeign look like?
LIKE THIS. *rips off shirt and lights two sparklers* HAIL TO THE CHIEF HE- OHMYGOD this? But I'm riding a dragon.

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....wtf
lol
Who are you texting?
... idk my bff Tybalt?
|D...

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WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU SAW A HIPPO COMING DOWN THE STREET.
I'D GO LIKE THIS BANG. AND THEN I'D THROW HIM OVER THE SIDE AND TICKLE BEHIND HIS EAR.

I swept my hands around the pan in a circular motion, the soapy rag conforming to the grooves. I'd been working for about ten minutes on this pan, and the caked-on black grease wasn't going anywhere.

"How long has it been since you've washed these pans, Mom?" I called out to the living room. Nobody answered. I shook my head in resignation and set the pan on the drying rack.

"You know, Mrs. Odisark, Plumbing can't be fixed with duct tape." Vipins muffled voice came from under the other sink. It had been broken for years. Perhaps this was the reason why it still didn't work. My gaze lingered on him as he struggled to rip the tape from the pipes.

"How should I know that, I'm just a woman," Mother's high voice shuffled from the living room to the linen closet in the hallway, "and stop calling me Mrs. Odisark. Call me Mom, or whatever you fancy."

She was quite good at selective hearing, I concluded, as I hung the dirty dish rag over the faucet neck. Water flecks were scattered all around the sink and walls. I'd made quite a mess. I ripped a square of paper towel off its roll and blotted up the aftermath.

"Oooh...," my mother crooned from the kitchen doorway. I whirled around, slightly startled at how quickly she made it from the hallway to the kitchen. "...Isn't this quaint."

I stared at her expectantly as I wiped my hands on my shirt. Vipin seemed to pay no mind as his work of dismantling the shoddy plumbing job continued without hesitation.

"This looks like a scene from a Better Homes and Gardens magazine from the '50's."

I blinked, and Vipin looked at Mother through the pipes.

"Y'know, with the woman cooking and cleaning and the man doing all the dirty work." She clasped her hands in front of her, like an innocent schoolgirl, 50 years older, with grey-streaked sandy blonde hair, in sweatpants and a faded yellow T shirt with an embroidered white flower on it.

[center][=#EDC393][=10]Some say every aspect of our lives is chosen for us. That every thing has a purpose behind it and things happen for a reason. Our bodies are simply the vessels our souls use to travel the set path as we sit back for the ride, accepting our fate as it unfolds before us.

This was the world I was born into. I had no choice, no freedom, no opinions, or thoughts of my own. I slept when I was told to sleep. I woke when I was told to take. I ate what I was told to eat. I did whatever I was told to do. There were no exceptions. There were no excuses. I was told from the moment of my birth that this is the way things are and how things are meant to be. For sometime, I believed them...Until my beloved nanny, Hella - wherever you may be - told me of the magical power of choice.

She told that my life was not a set plan for if it were, then why would I have been born with curiosity? With my own desires and longings? With my own, separate thoughts? She told me that while life is a journey we take, there is no set theme or reasoning behind it. We make our choices and we accept the consequences that follow. Sometimes they can be hard, but those hardships are the stepping stones that make us stronger and wiser. This is why I chose to run- to run from the world of chains and shackles and enter a world of endless possibilities.

When I came to this world, things seemed so different. I was able to do whatever I wished and with whomever I wished. There were no set boundaries. No one to tell me I could not run as fast as I wanted, that I could not play with the fawns I wanted, and that I could not enjoy the simplest pleasures that life offered us. Upon those pleasures, comes something a bit a more...A feeling of importance in the eyes of another.

Hey Everyone! lookin for some friends!!
if we could be friends i need a pic of your symbol.
i draw them on paint, in a pic called deerbuds.
And dont forget to tell the gypsy your wish!!

Fellow Deer, Hate your normal coat?
Face not right?
Like some Pizazz to those antlers?

The Gypsie deers here to help!

Im a bit new to this game but i got some stuff marked down.
i know how to get antlers, skins, and masks (holiday not included)
You can make a wish of a coat, antlet, or mask (holiday not included)
then we will tast, knaw, and rest until we get it!

I know i cant make it easier. but i have some questions...

What to genderless avatars look like in the eyes of another player?
how do you become a dove, squirrel, or frog?
how do you keep antlers, masks, and skin?

If you want somthing, make a request with a pic of your symbol, and naxt time i see you, ill help you out!
but please help me out with those 3 questions...

thanks! Israel.