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! ^^

<3 ilu babe. But I'm a dirty thief.

Aeros

It's a beautiful place, my dreamworld. I don't feel old and tired, as I do here. There's plenty of space to run and enjoy myself, and it talks to me clearer than this world! And she's there. We sit and talk, and I tell her what life is like now. She always listens, and smiles, and makes me feel at home. Maybe I'm meant to stay there someday.

Di

It's a carnival, a beautiful one, with carousels and candy apples and everything pretty. But, of course, Noir's there. He's in the fun house every time. But I always go in. Why can't I stop myself? He chases me, and I don't always get away...

Tuna

The open ocean, what else? I've got a crew and a ship and not a care in the world. And, of course, Her and RJ are always with me. Sometimes Bale's there, even. Then again, he's usually the one we're saving from the Navy. -shrug- Still, it feels real every time. I love it. It's an escape from the cold reality here - I can do whatever I please, sail beyond the edges of the map, and explore every island I come across. It's perfect.

Pan

HAHAHAHAHAHA. Huhuhuhu. Big city, baby! Light flashing, hot dogs sizzling, and me with a plan to destroy in the middle of it all. You should hear the screams. Delicious. And the best part is, there's no blasted DEER to get in my way! Heeehheehehehehehooohoohohoho.

lol I had to do it. <: THANKS DANNII THANKS LOVE.

The ground felt soft beneath his hooves, but still, dull throbs of pain wound their way up his legs. His mask was cracked and weatherworn, exposed to the elements for what seemed to have been forever. His antlers were the same - tines had been knocked away, and though they were strong in nature, they seemed fragile as bones, the only fresh life on them being the poppies wound around the stems. His pelt had lost its sheen and was ragged in places, exposing his bones. Even his eyes seemed dull - the sparkle had long gone out of the chocolate spheres.

And still, he kept on living. Because he loved his home. Every trickle of dew, every blade of grass, was beautiful to him. And he was beautiful to them. The trees whispered tales to him of strong creatures long past, who had scored their bark with sharp antlers. The flowers murmured of those who had once trodden the very ground he stood on - deer and other beasts as well. The water, glistening and cool, showed him what it had looked like - the past beauty of the landscape, how dazzling it had been. And he listened to them, took it all in.

He was tired, true. But as long as there were tales to tell, he would follow his calling. Stretching his neck to its full extent, he let out a hoarse bellow, summoning the others to him. He could see them coming - blurry as they were in his old eyes, he bowed gracefully to a group of young fawns and a few adult deer. His body sighed in thanks as he dropped to the grass, his friends following suit. Now was his time to show them what use he had, in a time where young triumphed over old, and the weak were left to die.

The Storyteller wove a tale. A tale of life.

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lawl, quickie. Poor thing, he's been through a lot. :B I've been contemplating giving him a nice funeral soon, but I dunno if I could stand it without 'im. XD

YAY! Peeps in da forest! Hurray for Saturdays! Forgot
to post this yesterday. You can read the other ones on
Blackhoof's Bio. Part three of Blackhoof's Beginning.
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Lay your head down, I won’t let them get you.


Your safe, she told Blackhoof. Your safe, I won’t let them have you. I won’t let them have you…they don’t care about you darling. She cried constantly on her fawns head. The fawn sucking the sorrow for the first time in his life. He drunk and tasted the deep gallows of fear and false hope. Stay, stay, she said crying. She would tell him to keep his head down whenever the fears came, to dream.

They moved on, like ghostly shadows, broken and sorrowful. They walked, and walked until the mother paused in movement. She coughed violently, black saliva came up from her mouth. “There blinding me,” she said. “I can hardly see.”

She turned her head to the fawn her eyes where like black holes and blood dripped like tears. “Where almost there Blackhoof…I won’t die until I know your at the mountains. You are my son…and I will love you even if I can’t ever see you again.”

Night

It came again, and so did the fears. “Shhh, child pay no mind to the noise they make. They only want to fool you and make you dream nightmares.” She cuddled him, and hummed quietly.

Her warmth was gone.

Her face came to him.

Black string twisting amongst her beautiful face.

“Lay your head down, sleep. I want you to only remember love.
Take care, take care, take care, take care, and take care.”
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lol I'm crying right now no shit. THERE ARE TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE. -wipesoff-

I look over at my TV and dad is watching Man Vs Wild.

sadfasdfasdf.

SQUEEGIE ILU. -wipesface to get rid of TEARS OF JOY- Someone called right after and I was all SHIT -sounds normal k- HELLO.

<3

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[edit] He's back asdfsdf. STOP CRYING STOPPIT. -rolls on floor-

Okey, so I was thinking about Nala's pictogram today when I was in the forest. And realized that I hate it! I know you can't change picto's, and I thought I would get used to it and like it after a while, but I don't, I hate it. So I was thinking, what If I just erased Nala and made a new deer, cause (strangely enough) I don't wan'tto have more then one deer, but it would feel so weird deleting Nala, what should I do?

I tread...

Only followed by the flower fae, I tread...

A ghost in a fading world, shedding its leaves, shedding me from its boughs...

These lies...these friends I once had, once wished were real...they leave me here, cold, alone...

Freed of pelt, antlers adorned in flowers of spite...

I rest by the fawn...

And the fae leaves me alone...I am told...

...

I tread alone...

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The circle of the true faes of myth and leg'...is my only gift.

I am pitied by them...they gift me with the ability to transform others...

I disappear as I rest...and I may only cast upon forms I see. It is tricky. But I shall cast upon you, flower fae. I am sorry that I bore...

My flowers are wilting, and so is my heart...

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Hmmm, -glances around- V'well. -slight grin-
....
It's a pleasure to...meet you.

Dracula has been born! O: He's not a fawn, though. I will be recycling Pirelli's old picto.
I have no idea what his set will be, but, I'll toss him naked into the forest for now.

Emiva.

Then: Sad, plain, Naive, shy
Now: Insane. heh. c:


Lol.

THANK YOU FOR VIEWING MY EPICALLY LONG BANDWAGON POST.

HAVE A NICE DAY.