Lulerz, I've been thinkin'
bout'
makin'
a deer based on Bela Lugosi's portrayal of Dracula. Kinda.

If I do, I might recycle one of my unused deer's pictos so I don't have to wait for my fawn to grow up.

lol

Oh, and Anzel. I need your permission first as you have a vampire deer, and if you feel uncomfortable with me making Dracula deer, just say something, it's fine. xD

I just wanted to say....
I love you guys :3

And I miss those of you who left.
Or dont really come on the site anymore.
:<

This place feels a little more unfamiliar... I dont know...

nevermind me c:

Make a tag to go next to my name? I want it to be my deer symbol, but me is not aware of how!!! Helpeth MEEEE!
BTW Deer Name:
Yeyi Calli. it's nahuatl (aztec) so call me Yeyi, Cally, Yey, Call, YC, or Yeyi Calli.

The language is dying, so I thought I'd support it,and you can too! You can do so my saying "Nilte" (hello) whenever you see im connected and you can also call me Yeyi Calli while Im on as well, so you could be like, "Hey, Yeyi!"

CAUSE.
ILIKESASSAFRAS.
YOULIKESASSAFRAS.
WELIKESASSAFRAS TEEEEEA.

Your name?
Fayne. <: Actually, Christina. -lame-

Your deer's names?
Aeros, Pan, Tuna, and Di. Along with Noir, if you want to count him.

Your inspiration for your deer.
...uhlol.
Aeros was my first deer, so he was just kind of molded into what he is now. Pan's easy to understand. <: -coughcough- Tuna's a projection of myself, and Di...I've always wanted a little french pixie, I 'spose.

Your views on the does/stags/fawns.
At the time of the argument, I wanted to go with the flow. Now, I think it's a reasonable thing to have, as long as the entire game doesn't get to be ABOUT gender.

The first friend of your deer.
My brain says...Scape? Or Lieka. Can't remember. XD

The first crush of your deer >D
Oh asfasdf. Loofa was first, but that didn't hold up. So know Bale. c:

Which of my deer would your deer kiss? *shot*
NONE OF THE ABOVE. -kisses you on the cheek-

Your favourite mask
Either Long or GFS. Although, the skull mask and the DotD mask are pretty kickass too.

Your favourite pelt
Dappled brown, navy and white, or DotD. c:

Your favourite antlers
Uhhhh. I like the peacock feathers. XD zombie deer antlers and monarchs would be my next favorites.

Your deer's sleeping location(s)
Here, here, here, here. Inside, anywhere.

Your deer's favourite main location.
Pond, mostly. XD The Old Oak is good too.

Your deer's favourite food, and thing to do.
Aeros likes mushrooms, Tuna has a thing for berries, Di likes flower petals, and Pan eats deerflesh. Noir eats. SOOOULZ. <: Aeros obviously likes to act the librarian, and Tuna enjoys kicking butt. Pan's more of an ikeelu deer. And Di doesn't...do anything psh. Noir likes tormenting Di hoorah.

Do you have a secret deer?
Naw. XD

Have you ever randomly started a fight out of boredom or anger?

Blackhoof's story
++++++++++++++++++++++
Take Care, she said.

Stay close she said, don’t die she said. She never actually said it to the fawn. But in her eyes she meant it. Her eyes golden, he voice sweet, and the Stag stern and protective. They would constantly say that this is our child to the wind, this is our hope. And the wind would cry a shrill and say this is my bidding, to kill. The fawn was there hope for a new world. To find the does that headed to the mountains to escape the creatures.

This is our hope, they said, this is our wish. They traveled, keeping the fawn close while the thought about the does and the children and stags among the mountain. “Darling,” the doe asked.

“Yes,” He looked at her.

“Will…he make it,” she gasped for air.

The stag stared at her, then at the staggering fawn. “He may look weak…but he is strong. If he is like me and you he is strong.”

They walked on, cold an hopeful. On the way they came across other deer caring they young to the mountain on a different route. Every gaze was like a sign of warning or death. Night had came upon the traveling pare, and there fawn. The doe sat with her fawn, the fawns’ eyes wide and curious.

The stag stood over them watching carefully. A yell came from the night’s air. The fears where coming. You could stand against them if strong, but nothing could stop them from taking or killing. “My precious doe, I fear,” the Stag said sadly.

“No, you are weak, you won’t be taken, stand strong, and I will see you,” she cried.
“My son,” the stag shook his head.

“Stop! Do not speak this way! You will not be going,” The doe stared up at him. There gazes firm. They cuddled each other worryingly. The fears where around them. Like fog amongst the hills they circled around the bottom of there feet. Eyes red with pleasure, as they yelped and cried amongst them.

“Your slipping,” The doe cried, the stags warmth was leaving.

There was a big event in the forest.

The deer all danced, in a ceremoniously strange dance: They bowed deeper than in the normal dances.

On this little hill, barely noticable, two birch trees were chopped to the stump to look like who sacred pillars, if you didn't look closely enough to notice that they were stumps. A tiny pillar (note: these three things were as tall as...a baseball glove at its tallest, MAYBE) was between the two, which were at off-angles towards it. It glowed slightly, and hummed eerily.

I took a few screenies of it, or tried, but it was hard to get the tiny ferns growing at the bases of the stumps into the pic as well...

Then suddenly, it hummed louder and louder, and out shot two large deer! They ran, elegant, mysterical, and shimmering, out to the Pond, where they ran in such a fashion as to make lines like DNA spirals (it was pretty). One was red and one was blue, but that's all I remember. They were lovely, though.

All deer set pieces were altered a bit for the time being, and I remember wanting to figure out if they were permanent or if they would fade when the event was over. They were based upon the old sets, but the pelts, the antlers, and the masks...transformed. The pelts became fancy, swirly, spikey, lots of things. Fluffier, brighter, deeper...they even glimmered! The antlers became detailed and unique, and the masks just went along with the pelts.

After that point in my dream, it started to shift more towards virtual pets (don't ask; dreams are like that, lol...weird)...

Cool, no?

Oh, and I could play kind-of. Everyone moved very slowly for me, but I could see them moving

i had a dream i was a nameless red stag



swamp friends!


redkora about to get the drop on me

We had altercations.


We had struggles, we had love. But that fallowed hate. We had grief, and we had thrills. We had beauty, and we had death. And for a fawn, it was all to much of a lesson to learn. To deep in depth, to hard to explain. How can you? How would you know what death is when you’ve only just started living?

“Child, my precious child,” The doe coddled her fawn her coat a bright red, her ears deep in love for her fawn. A stag walked to her and lowered his head nuzzling the fawn. The fawn moved very anomaly, its eyes closed very tight close to its mother. It looked like a runt, but it was hard to tell because he lay down with his legs close to his body, covering all the details of him.

“Wow, he has such a blue coat? So richer than mine,” The stag laughed.

“I know, and can you believe how darling he looks? Just like his father,” She looked up at him, smiling lightly.

The stag cuddled against the does’ cheek then pulled slowly away asking her politely “What shall we name him?”

“Well, I was thinking…Blackhoof? I mean look at this left one right here,” she nudged the fawns’ hoof to the surface of day. “It’s pure white, shining!”

“But why not Whitehoof then,” The stag laughed lightly.

“Because, if you would’ve seen his eyes when he opened them darling…They where as black as obsidian with a hint of blue. They told stories my dear? His stories…our future,” The doe cuddled him. “I want to see him grow. I want to see him strut infront of the does like you did. I want to see him live.”

The stag laughed then cuddled the does face again “Fine, Blackhoof it is. Black because of his eyes, and hoof because of his hoof.”

We had it all, we lost so much. We saw the dawn, we died at night. We where blessed, we where destined, and we where forbidden.

I met another stag in the Forest last night. He gave me a pelt and we gave each other antlers.


We listened for other deer...


We ran...


..and ran.


We found a toadstool ring and sat with one another.


However, such lovely times can not last. I cast my spell and said goodnight.


I had fun with you last night! Take care.

The gradient effect is something I learned from a space art tutorial, but I learned that it can be applied to screenshots from Laruna. Thanks, Laruna!

why do so many not like the devout pelt?