o.o So much to learn.

Fourteen Picto Female

Bio coming soon.~

Come here.. what ever you are.. down there.. in the wet thing!! I can see you move!



Oh whats that?!


I don't need that tree.. this is enough!



I will edit this soon, cant type that much and good since my right elbow is badly hurt D: I'll go sleep now. Nighty.

can anyone tell me how to get the permanent devout pelt? i would really like to know...

i know its a pretty well kept secret, but ive been trying to figure it out myself... but i cant. so im left with asking for help.

people were all secretive about turning off the pond too, but now everyone does it... so why not tell me?

anyway, its cool if i cant know. i just thought it would be cool, because i have a few things in mind... its not just something ill do because i feel like it.

thanks anyway *hides*

Yeah, I'm for sure I'm going to be working alot these
three weeks. I got work probably stacked up to the
top of my head. Heres
some random pics that I didn't post on the
art forum in fear as usual as taking up to much room.
Tis B.H. and Clem as real Mule deer. Don't ask why B.H. gots
white tail antlers.

i just wanted to say thanks for casting the spelz i wanted on me to Quamar and other deer in the forest that helped Rinta with her set!!!i was wondering through the forest for hours,still if someone was casting spells on me,it weren't the ones she wanted!
so thanks all who helped me for wasting ur time on me

Say, "Fuzzy pickles!"



...this post brought to you by Liëka.

UGH stupid Home button over my Photobucket tab >\ *types up again*

I decided to spruce up some screenshots I took (As well as deleting a whole lot of junk screens). Most of them are from Cirrus's last fawn day. I decided to caption them too |D

I was playing with Leo mostly c: we're fawny buddies xD


I met up with Jared before Leo came, we were casting spells on eachother, and he got Lorak's set |D



Leo and I were casting mask spells, and making lots of noise XD. I wanted to hear how they sounded so yeah XD.


Um...I think...this is parodying the "Headdesk"..thing,.. Yeah, you know the *Headdesk* right? XD well by chance I had this shot and it looks like a TEF version of 'headdesk' starring Gehrin xD.


>D...me bugging Gehrin and Taliene xDD That says 'obnoxious' if you cant read it. It's not the best font.


>_>

And before all this I had Draak in the forest and Rutilus came along and him and Draak messed around XD.


*hoofpalm*

Vessel stood there.

He stood there for a good hour.

Maybe even two.

Xylia watched him, concerned, for a long time at the base of the hill. He just stood there. Staring at the statue with blank eyes. His face unchanging. Breathe, pulse, position, all unchanging. He just stood there, only the occasional flicking of an ear, the only thing that let Xylia knew he was still alive and aware.

Xylia finally gathered herself and walked up the hill, trying to make loud steps so she didn't frighten the small stag. He tended to startle easily when thinking. She walked up next to him, and he finally broke his position and turned his head to her.

"Vessel..." She spoke softly. "Something is... wrong... Please, you... you can tell me... What are you thinking about?"

Vessel looked down and blinked for a moment. He seemed to swallow something, and looked behind himself, then turned to her.

"... the past..." She acknowledged. He nodded. "But... what... brought it up?"

He looked down again, turning a sorrowful gaze back up to her.

"Oh... that..."

He nodded again.

"Oh Vessel..." she nuzzled him, leaning her head under his. "This is... a big thing... I know... No one said... you had to..."

He nodded, then shrugged and shook his head. She returned her gaze to its regular position, and tilted her head. "Something else?"

He nodded. He decided now was the time to write. "In my isolated youth... I never learned the meaning of having or being a parent. How could I be a father when I had none myself?..."

She could see his milky white eyes shine, glazing over. She realized that this wasn't some contemplation like he regularly had. This actually pained him. He had no confidence in this. He felt certain that he would be a terrible father.

She leaned against him again. "You... don't know... You could be... the best... father ever..." He shook his head solemnly. He didn't believe her. "Vessel... How do you know... when you've never... tried it?"

It was freezing. The frost nipped at the doe's hooves, chipping away at her fur and crusting her mask in ice. A shiver escaped the sleeping animal, before her eyes slowly opened. She let out a sigh, watching her warm breath condense into a misty fog afront her face. Slowly, she rose her head, shivering as she did so. A bellow finally escaped her lungs, it's tone unsteady as she shivered in the cold. Her ears perked, but no reply.

Uno managed the stand up, shaking her fur free of the ice-cold sprinkles that had collected atop it. The deer let out another soft bellow, finding comfort that the warm cloud of breath gave her. Once again, no reply. She lowered her head, shaking it back and forth in dissapointment.

As her legs took a step forward to walk, the once graceful doe managed to stumble, tripping over the ice that now blanketed the once soft layer of snow. It crackled beneth her hooves, soon giving way to the icy powder beneath it. There was stillness, and soon she was wondering if shelter was even in sight. Nonetheless, she pulled her hoof free of the trap, and trotted clumsily into the direction of she what thought to be the Great Oak.

It's not admittable that the treck was easy, nor quick. She soon found the icey layer to be a useless act of nature, understanding little on why it came to be so slippery. Why would a human-faced deer know any of the sort? All knowledge was gained by experience, little to be found written down as of yet. She knew nothing of words, of stories, of why ice pleaded with her balance. Uno only knew of dancing, music, and the rythm that came with the one song she always danced to. Even that didn't have a name however, and yet she could recite out the tune with the flick of a hoof.

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i would like some pictures for this. so i can print them and make it into a small story book. oh and i am not going to finish my other one. the last chapter i did on it screwed it all up. and now i am not interested in it. i can post the begining if you want. just ask

I do not know whether I should make this in game real, or just a story. I am still deciding. But I will post it all. I guess. Thanks to mothwing i am now going to use correct spelling and grammer for this story. and only this story for i am very lazy.
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The Dream, The Parting, The Sorrow.

characters
- Kana
- Kana’s inner thought
- Emiva
- Srgo
- The Twin Gods
- Forest
- Rue-u

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Chapter 1-Night, The Dream

He awoke from a deep sleep. His head turning every which way. His mind trying to focus on anything it could find. Images flashing in unseeing eyes, both from the dream and from reality. He tries to figure out which is witch. Slowly standing, he stretches, shakes his head, and looks towards the doe sleeping beside him. He smiles a sad smile at her, and nuzzles her.

"Wake up Emiva. it’s a brand new day." He says in a slightly sad voice.

He leaves her to wake up and goes and takes a sip in the pond nearby. Looking at his own reflection seeing what no other deer could see, he thinks back to his dream, and dreads it. Dreads what will happen to those he loves and those he has befriended. He takes a sip and walks back to the drowsy Emiva.

"Let's go find Gwen and the others" Kana said in a more cheery voice.