Me and Montie when we first met in the forest!!! Still as fawniess!!!



Quamar trying to surprise Montie with a back attack x)



Sitting in the forest with Montie and Quamar



Montie trying to climb a tree x)



Bland day!!! !!!

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[center]Plumeria lies dreaming.

Within the close trees and dense bush and twisting roots, in a sunspotted glade with a golden mushroom circle, encircled by a patch of shimmering violets, Plumeria lies dreaming.

It is cold. Frost glazes the ground and crunches beneath her hooves. She shivers, wondering where she is. It is not at all the warm glade in the Forest she knows.
She glances down, and sees the violets, the violets she often speaks to, growing around her feet. As she watches them they begin to tremble their icy petals and sing. They softly sing the melody that always brings burning tears to her eyes...

To my angel in blue
In a Plume of desire
Doth my heart ache for you
Doth thy pelt light the fire
Deep 'thin; of my being
I care for you so
But time has come wailing...
I must let thee go...

And again it is sung as the tears stream down her cheeks. But then it is no more the voices of the violets; it is of
"Taint!"

The cry rips itself out from her mouth. From the violets around her feet sprouts warm golden wisps with firey streaks, and they twist and wrap and twine to form the shape of a doe Plumeria knows so very well.
Taint gives a sad little smile at her, and continues to sing softly. Unable to contain herself any longer, Plume springs forward. She longs to wrap her neck around hers, she longs to be with her at last, and she is so close, just a few more steps-

"I must let thee go..."

And Taint fades away, wisp by wisp. Plume crashes through her fading form, scattering golden flames like frail leaves in the wind.
Her heart explodes with pain. Again, lost. Again the one she loves, gone. She feels like her chest is shattering and she screams to the sky, wailing out the name of her beloved. Tears fall, one by one, and the violets die, one by one, succumbing to the bitter icy wind and the spreading frost.

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Snow whipped and swirled around the house, scattering the dead leaves and whistling and rattling through the rafters, the mere sound of it chilled even those who were comfortably wrapped in blankets, such as Calamity and Aspen were. The dim flickering light of candles danced cheerfully on their faces, making a serene, calming atmosphere. Calamity took advantage of that and was soon asleep, her head resting on a reluctant Aspen's shoulder. Aspen looked exasperatedly at the slumbering girl, but sighed in resignation and gently laid back against the couch so as not to disturb her.

Meanwhile, on a shorter couch, Vipin and GoldenWinged were nestled together under a thick afghan, the muted TV's light flickering blue on their faces. Judging by the infomercials cropping up, it was getting pretty late. GoldenWinged could see out of the corner of her eye Vipin's head dip lower and lower as sleep began to overtake him. She draped her arm, around his shoulders and held him close. He reacted by playfully squeezing her middle with his arms already wrapped around her. He rested his head on her hips.

"I love you," he said into her oversized T-shirt.

GoldenWinged let out a surprised giggle. They had been silent for a little more than an hour, letting the warmth shared between them permeate into quiescence.

"I love you too," she whispered, just loud enough for Vipin to hear.

Vipin sighed contentedly and rubbed his cheek against her side, and became still as he drifted to sleep.

I have decided to write an Impressive Title fanfic, but I couldn't find a place to host the story. I know the TEF community site probably wouldn't mind it being there, but since it's IT and not TEF I didn't think it would really fit there. And the IT forums do not have a place that I thought would be appropriate for the story.

So Sluggs offered for me to host the story at the Shady Grove. I'm pleased to announce the story will be written there.

The story will be about my five characters in IT:



While this is an IT story, I may allow guest appearances from my friends in IT as well as TEF - as in your lions and/or deer may be allowed to appear in the story. (Don't worry, your deer won't be slaughtered )

I chose the name Guerra Della Fiera, which means "War of the Prides" in Italian.

Right now the only parts I need are members of The Endless Founders. If you were in this pride, let me know which lion you were so they can be included.

Anyway, keep your eyes out on the Shady Grove for my IT Fanfic!

Click here for the topic on the Shady Grove

Guerra Della Fiera - An IT Fanfic

Soft snow made of breadcrumbs, sailing, trails me back to home
Much like a comb of honey stuck to hide, I whimper, straddle side to side
I see myself from deep inside
I'm inside looking out on me

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:/ A certain Zelly's human met with the nurse practitioner yesterday and finally knows what's wrong with herself.

And it saddens her that if she told most people, she would be considered mental.

*sighs*...no one seems to read these things anyways, except for a few friends. Whatever.

Real name : Leentje
Display name : Hermeleentje ( Hermy )
Country : Belgium
Birthday : 1995-08-27
Like : Computer, WII, DS, TV, drawing, reading, fantasy creatures, sleep XD, ...
Dislike : SCHOOL
Favorite colour : blue
Favorite animal : cockatiel, zebra, deer, owl, rabbit, dog, ...
NOTE : I am from Belgium and I can't "speak" English very well so, if I write something wrong... DON'T BE ANGRY TO ME!!!

Leave me a gift!

I did this last year but I only had it on my Myspace so I got like 10 gifts. If you have one of these let me know and I'll leave you a gift, too!

Birches towered over him. Long, tickling, feathery grass brushed up against him. The forest seemed to go on forever, the sky and the earth colliding with each other in the middle of his vision. This place was familiar. This place was home.

Vessel kept staring, losing himself in his own thoughts. Thoughts of being a parent, yes, but moreso about his past. Of what was. And what could have been.

"My child, you seem lost..."

The small stag looked up with no surprise. This voice was familiar. Yes, Twin Gods... You are correct...

"What troubles you, Dream Watcher?"

The things of old, the things that have gone and died. And are but memories, locked away in my mind. These are what bother me so. Not just what happened... But what would have been different, under different circumstances.

"Such as?"

He looked to the two infront of him, sighing silently, thought it was audible to them. Had I been able to speak... If I had a... a normal face... If I were perfect in his eyes... What would have changed?

They paused, looking at each other. "You must know, what was meant to be, was meant to be."

I know... it's only a thought... a question that I would like answered.

"If you were gifted with voice, with eyes of color and perfect countenance, you would be like any other. You would be like your father, grown to be haughty and close-minded. We gifted you so you would lead a better life. One of understanding, one of acceptance. Had you been like your father, you would have never found love, because you would never have accepted the flaws of others. You would never have met the Immortal."

A stag appeared before him, looking forward, his head held high. He saw Vessel, and scowled at him. He wore a Kirin pelt, with shining blue eyes and butterfly antlers. It was... Vessel.