I come to the forest, as I'm sure most of you do-- to find peace and friendship. Seeing everyone leave is making me depressed. Even if I didn't know half of them. There's too much drama, and too much un-welcome-ness. I hope to get the Lightbringers back up- and running.... I wanted to let everyone know that they can hold onto me in this time when everyone's leaving, because I will never leave. Permanently....

Love you all.
Mystress.

P.s: Those who have left-- I'm sure its more than just drama why you left! I pray for you all-- please be safe.

Yeah, I decided to write one more.

Synopsis:

A newborn's dying moments. A mischieveous fawn's trickery. A lone lioness's plight. And a journey for a brother and sister. Four stories that all connect in the end.

I hope this doesn't end up being too confusing of a story, though. I try to make sure the reader knows which part each is about:

Eva - The newborn fawn in a mysterious place
Jaclyn - The lioness who has to survive on her own
Pent - A fawn in The Endless Forest who plays tricks on the other deer
Zephyr and Axie - The children of Quad and Mazey who are on a journey

As always, the parts in bold below are open slots for anyone who wants to be in the story. Most of the character slots will relate to Pent's story.

Chapter 1 - Rememberance Day

Chapter 2 - A Sibling Journey

A deer looking for Pent
-- Rutilus
Three or four Forest Elders:
-- Magnet
-- Fenqua
-- Silent
-- Aeros
Anyone who would want to see Zephyr and Axie leave for the journey
-- Jared
-- Danielle

Chapter 3 - Through The Swamps

Someone who sees Pent up to no good:
-- Pan
Two or three does who have a discussion:
-- Flightwood
-- Martisol
-- Arya

Chapter 4 - The Abandoned Ruins

Someone who tries to catch Pent
-- Akio

Chapter 5 - Snow

Chapter 6 - Soft Words

Three deer near the Twin Gods' statue
-- Tuna
-- Tamerlane
-- Redkora

Chapter 7 - Zephyrnaut

In a bowl, I feel mixed
Up like a vapor and down like an anchor
I can't seem to make any sense of it
Because it's not a common currency

Now I type with the anchor held up
By a current of fish swimming below and beyond
Deep through my veins doth these chemicalities
Like to weave through my arteries and back to my heart

The glow and the lustre of life seems to vanish
As I sit and tire so slow with the slightest of weights
And I wait for the sea to turn it to vapor
And for the kindest seabreeze to carry the lighter

And no longer can I write in poetry, solely prose. The lines bother me so, I nip at them like the deer I speak. A little foolish fae, I am, to think and breathe. To be allowed to know of such things far after I hath experienced them. My diagnosis comes from memory, all before then did my head lie in the deepest of fogs.

Forever, I feel, I had been an ignorant fool, had I not? Now the anchor weighs farther, and through my sternum there is a hook pulling and ripping and stabbing and twisting, in the kindest of ways, at the tiniest levels. A thousand times smaller than the eye can see, they twist and bring me down to size. And with it, they bring my sanity and smiles, they bring my energy to a halt and I fall down, farther and farther.

But I never reach the bottom, for this is a recipe for the sweetest of the bittering sweets. I know that of soon, I shall rise. And the curtain of sadness shall be left, to be replaced with a veil of amor and life. I do not know this, but I do. Though the anchor is pulling me down farther and further, or so I feel, it simply tugs with the current...I have map, at last.

Ok...so I planned on going on an uploading spree tonight on DA since I got WAY behind on my TEF art uploads...and that;s about it XD But yeah, the thing has been sitting inactive for months ><

So I upload a picture, it says it was uploaded, go back to the main page and...it's not in my gallery -blink- That's never happened before. So I upload another, thinking it was just taking a while to load...but that one didn't show up either. I logged off and back on, still nothing. BUT I got a couple favorites on them already, so clearly they're showing up somewhere...but where?! XD

Like I said, I haven't been on DA for a while, so I don't know...is this something normal as for recent or what? And if not, do you know what could be wrong?

I feel slightly confuzzled. My picto clump, which normally takes the form of one of two different picto clump things (first: very bright copy of my picto with a nameless dot, or a clump i like to call the Rock) when I have the menu up, as I always do so to not take accidental screenies...

...is, for some reason, showing up often as a dulled version of my picto, or as a very dim clump of randomness. The dulled part happened earlier when many more deer were in the forest, and the dim clump's just been occuring during the last hour or two.

It confuzzles me so.

Pictograms spread ONCE today. I saw 3 deer. Second time it happened, no pictos really spread, but I could see a few deer in sets trapped at the point of origin area in my deer's dream. I gots pictures. I'll post them later, maybe.

I dunno. The forest confuses me so.

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The old poetry is dead.
Yet still pretty words leave my lips far more readily than the sour bile that is my thoughts.
Each pang, each throb of soreness in my heart brings a shame so bitter and deep that I feel not like a grown stag, but a small child, curled and trembling, alone in the dark, afraid of shadows…
What reason have I for such a manner? So many petty excuses come to mind, but my Reason alone knows no wrong done to me to warrant such emptiness.

Shame, come upon me like a torrent, rip me to pieces, or find those that you can left of my torn soul and shred them more so.

Such an ungrateful wretch…this is what I should feel, yet the abyss is strong, drawing me deeper in, and illusions fool me as they flicker in the dark. Like the drunken nymphs of Pan I dance in a frenzy around the Demon Piper, too flushed on the heat of unfounded sorrow to see clearly the edge I teeter on…

Hungry eyes watch from the depths. Watch me struggle to hold on and question my fall. Demons, impulse lead me to accuse, fowl villains awaiting my demise with eager, thoughtless eyes. The shadows would not allow me to see them as they were…friends, distant and lost in their own lives, but friends none the less. What a fortunate being I am to have as many, to have such watchful caregivers…yet what my Reason knows, my darkened heart still has trouble to grasp. Friends whose troubles match my own and yet they remain intact. No thanks to I, their friend in turn, their proclaimed ally in darkness run scared and left them alone. Yet they beckon me now, hearts open and loyalty vowed; like saints, blessed angels of mercy come down to hell to forgive a sinner’s wrongs.

But the sinner hasn’t repented just yet.

The terrace paintings still, the darkness glimmers
And snow, with grace, rides flurries with the wind
And nature's wrath, unyielding, lets you wander
To brace the frostbite standing by your side
Where few are brave enough to move an inch
Into the place where standing still is stone;
Chase stars, and seek the land that's neverending
And blue will take you in, will feed your soul

She's broken, lying down amidst the mist
Of snows, by angels, tainted colors rich
With midnight skies, and moonlight bleeds, they guide her
To places where the endless fades the sin
The beating breaks like sunlight through the cracks
And faintly doth her heart begin to give
For diluted as Paint compared to angel
Like iris to the colour of the Twi'

Gentle as the fragile Painted Lady
Pleading not to break against the wind
A form lays down beside her like the sunlight
To warm her fur in wishes long forgotten
Though aching from the show' of ashen rain
They lay beside the emptiness they have
Beside the children, lie the same in angels
For none could ghost the nexus that they had

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I don't often write poems and edit them, but this one, I decided to reread and edit. :3

I have this image in my head of the scene, but I don't have a picture or anything that would fit...

I decided to post these now, as I'm unsure as to when, if at all, you'll check back.

Because of the short notice, these are crud. But I didn't want to do nothing. I used a Scribbler program.

EDIT: Forgot to put up the last two.

The Demon Gazelle

the ghost of the past...


...fading.


one last look...


...and then only to watch...


as you find a place even more beautiful than the last...
...where I can't follow.


Rest In Peace........rest in peace.

Blackhoof
Clementine

Yeah...I wasted half meh life on making this crap X D

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1.) What's your name?
Blackhoof
Clementine

2.) What's your age?
...
Yearling doe

3.) When where you born?
...can't remeber
....Close to the....

4.) Had a nice fawny hood?
...
Oh, Yes!

5.) Doing good now?
Eh, could be better.
Sure.

6.) What are your looks on having a mate?
I think that it would be better if relationships
problems and such would take place in the game, and not brought to
the post.
Um...I guess I agree with meh bro?

7.) Ever had a mate?
Nope
Nope :3

8.) How do you feel about does being created into the game...I mean your life?
Eh, it's a cool idea. But I don't really care. Tis alright.
I'm okay with it? I mean the only thing that makes us does from
stags is thies lil antlers...(we don't have the most delicate looking bodies X P).
Were strong does we are! ;3

9.) How long do you think you will stay in your lil forest?
As long as I want.
... ; P

10.) Do you trust or beleive in the Abios?
.... I suppose e_e
Um I....<:P

11.) Enjoy Abio parties?
There okay, kinda glitchy. I always miss them now
a days.
Never been to one yet. I just see the weather change that's all

12.) Have any enemies?
[=#26466D]No. Not that I don't think....However,