Gweneth!


I really have only one deer (besides Avime, and well, I dont use him :3) and I had an inspiration! Right now she is fawn (pictogram above) and she is just getting used to the forest :33

I'm still thinking of what her personality might be, and what she may look like. Any crazy suggestions? I'm kind of un-creative today. x3

COME AND SAY HI. XD

I assume not much has happened?
I havent been around for such a long time cause of school, homework and construction of my animal game site...
Soooo...aside from trying some anthro sketches which turned out better than i expected, riding lessons and typing things like mad...I'm going to find some time to visit Endless Forest!
I actually miss it...

but theres a problem...I think my dad is trying to scare the neighbors!
He's testing the radio on a rock station and totally cranking the volume XD
Better stop him before the growly guy down the street complains again.(brother + dirtbike = LOUD)

I'll see all u deer playing people soon!
(by the way if anyone wants 2 snoop thru my gamesite...www.showpups.piczo.com)

Atiq is having to live with an ancient spirit sharing his mind, but is having trouble adjusting............

Themesong for this episode: Breaking the Habit listen only if you want, it just inspired me a little.

[EDIT] I was bored so I threw together a sketch for this chapter C:



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Atiq watched with sad eyes as the stag ran off into the distance.
"Are you insane?!" he whirled around shouted to the form behind him,"That was my friend!"
Atiq took a step forward and glared defiantly at the perpetrator. Strangely, Atiq was not casting a shadow, the light shone right through him. The form behind him did not seem the least bit perturbed. In fact, he glared right back with intense, cold eyes. He stood about as tall as Atiq, yet with a sturdier frame, and his face was not the same shape as a normal deer's, it was more angled. His coat shone almost pure white, with black markings on his legs and face, along with a long, black-tasseled tail that was agitatedly swishing about. But probably the most intimidating feature was his long, curved horns going back to a sinister point. When he spoke, his voice still had the touch of youth, but it was powerful, and brimming with the air of a confident leader.
"He was none of mine, and I really could care less."
Atiq snorted furiously,"That's no excuse for acting like you did! You may share my body but that does not give you leave to do as you please!"
"Then he shouldn't have snuck up on me, you know how suspicious I am. Besides, I know of nothing here, how was I supposed to know he was a friend?" the stranger turned and began to walk away. He felt so isolated, so lost. He did not know who he was, or what he was doing here, or how to act around those he encountered.

Ok, I know halloween Isn't here yet but what the hay! It can't hurt to say it. I know Ive been gone a long time and no Im not dead,well yet at least. I promise on saturday next week I will get back to TEF because ive been busy with school, But I promise.(Not tommorow because im goin to Mexico!) So Here is a picture of my kitten in her halloween costume, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! P.S. It was made in paint

Nurra is blind.

I don't think anyone knew this, and for a time, I even forgot this, but...yes, Nurra is blind.

She doesn't really know this, though. She thinks of sight as smell, or maybe hearing, or something of the sort. It all makes sense within her mind.

I mean...how can a colorblind person dream of color?

She can tell if it is day or night because although she is blind, she -can- sense light; like an amoeba or bacteria can. But she can't see. She sees by way of her sense of smell and her hearing.

I know, this is random, but I might as well let you know this little detail about Nurra before I fade away completely, and this trait fades with me x3

A dream of violence and jealousy. I dream of bloodshed and fear. Not of my own, of course... For my mind cannot bear a dream, much less even conceive one. No, this was of another...

I have met him, and I have befriended him. But in that single dream I have seen his true feelings. Those feelings of jealousy and anger, they seem to threaten my life even. But perhaps it is not my life that is being threatened, but his. For at the end, was the very being of Death, hovering over a destroyed body.

What would this mean? Is it I who is in danger, or he? Am I the one to take his life? No, it is only a dream, nothing more. I fear for his wellbeing. I seem to have an undeserved upperhand...

Perhaps it is my life that should be taken.

***

I dream of her, yes. I dream of that beautiful pelt, and lovely blue antlers, and her sheeming black mask. It is not just her beauty, but her kindness and loyalty. She is all I could ever hope for, and all I could ever ask for...

I sit on the bridge, thinking of our life together. She runs towards me, and calls my name. But she stops too late, and bumps into me. And I plunge into the water, unable to come back. I hear her voice... I call out to her... But soon...

Morning arrives... It seems my past has come to haunt me... Am I truly destined to die that way?

***

My heart is still somewhat tormented. These dreams I have involve two... Only two...

I see him, and I run to him, and his warm white chest mixes with mine. But soon I see another stag ram into him, and away from me. Orange and black flashes are all I see, but I know who it is. And the first stag lay on the ground... and does not get up...

No, this can't be true... He must be over me now, I know it... But I can't help but feel some tension still... I haven't seen him in a long time. I don't want to think of this anymore... I just want to be happy again...

I'm bored.

Someone.
TALK TO ME D:

plz c:

I'm the last with any hope here, it seems. It's strange. Here I am, sitting at the edge of a life-giving pond, and my siblings are all lying there, dying.

Anzel's eyes are dim. Taint has drooped her mask over her eyes and mouth. Vein is a bat, asleep and emotionless. Nurra is also resting, in an unsmiling sleep; it's like she won't wake up and let others see how she really feels. Hangman is staring at the pond, cold and motionless.

Am I the last one in this family with any life left in me?

Best regards,
Pingüino---

HAI, I'm new, but maybe you already knew that.
... and.. HELLO. xD The one who calles herself for "Perplex" or something,
made me want to register, and so did I. : P I hope I'm welcome here! ^^