I tread in honor of the Lady Anzel, and my steps are those of a silvern ghost...


I tread in honor of the Lady Taint, and my steps are those of an anguished flutterby...

Here are some of the screenshots that I've taken within the past few weeks, that I never got around to posting...

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Floating Head & Antlers


Good reference picture for Reindeer antlers


Anzel sitting next to GoldenWinged, watching over Run's Memorial, with a fawn in the distance


Painted Lady resting solemnly


Hangman in Halves


Hangman...has no antlers? (or does he? *wink*)


The guardian angels of sweet little Nurra (loaded them looking directly at her, sleeping in the pond; she's not visible in the pic)


A...dove. You know who you are.


Playground rocks (looks like...a gigantic, fossilized tapeworm XD; )


Bat reference I


Bat reference II


Nurra meets a pair of deer stuck in a tree


Fallen is Vein


Now you can see how -I- see Vein's pictogram: a vampire's face


Vein strikes


Vein runs towards the Pond Ruins (after my deer fall asleep, normally the pond and ruins pictograms do this; look at the TOP of this pic)


Vein watches over a bunch of lies


Anzel poses with a deer who copies her actions (psst: the real anzel has flowers)


Taint sees hopelessness

This chirping bird with the broken wing will not cease her song.

Until you consider her as more than "thing", she shall dig her talons into your shoulder and screech from dusk 'til dawn.

Don't treat me like I'm worthless. I just WANT to be like THEM.

The many, great and small; I want to fly, not hug a stem.

My anger seeps; for all that keeps me flightless can be helped.

And so, you listen for the injured dogs who thought and yelped.

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Gods, I pray the other way.

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(if you don't understand this, i can translate, just ask...i'm really peeved right now)

Okay, I'm sorry for the drama, I don't wan't to disturb the peace of the forest, so forget I said anything. I'm sure things will work out in the end.

Hey, is there anyone in the forest who can help me get the full orca set.. Now? =) The BLACK orca mask, not that white scary one! xD

Ummmmm...No pictures yet. And this is just a very basic description on who they is.

Fullname: Henna Hitori Hikikomori (Strange, lone social-hermit)
Nicknames: None as of yet.
Gender: feMALE man (Unknown though often referred to as a she)
Distinguishing features: large, disfigured antlers, rumored to have a horribly disfigured face hidden behind a mask and has a wolf-gray pelt. Is also grossly nearsighted so it is often seen crashing into trees and sometimes donning the trademark hikikomori glasses. As a young, normal-looking fawn - it used to like wearing flowers in its small antlers.

Hikikomori was a deer that became ostracized from its original herd as it grew to become disfigured and scary looking. As a result, it is a very shy, cautious and untrusting deer. It must be approached with caution otherwise it will flee.

However, despite its scary appearance and air of untrust, it is actually quite the opposite if you get to know it well enough.

Friends: None yet.

HOW'S THIS?!

Wow, tons of real people faces on the pics.
Dur... I probably one day in this decade post a pic
of myself. But I'll probably just draw myself becuase I'm
such a but head.

Random post.

Do you feel it? That which is born in the depths of the ruins comes for you, awaiting your demise. ‘Come to the graves’ it calls, cackling as you listen and come without second question. Little deer, do you not understand what lies waiting beside the ruins? Do you not see he who sits alone? Beware, beware…It is a deer with a heart that cannot even be lit by the gods. Often there are glimmers of hope, but those are nothing more than a silly façade for his prey.

There is no joy in his leaps, there is no sincerity in his bows, there is no meaning behind his existence. Yet here he stays as he was created, always staring off into the empty abyss around him. Like a shadow he is seen, nothing more than a whisp of memory to a few.

Haunting eyes lurk at the edges of groups, longing and never wanting to join in. That is where they can catch him, that is where he is most vulnerable.

For but a few moments he catches glimpses of the world, only to fade back into darkness. That is all what embraces him, all that welcomes him. Yet in the darkness, there is only he…

I've got ADD. And I'm lazy. So, if you're putting my deer in your story, or already have, lemme know. XD I'm such a tard.

ILU ALL. -skips off-

The blood from my artery seeps into every fiber of my despised being. Solely did the twitter bird, frozen in time, not wise enough to notice me...stay in my wake.

Fate hath dealt a cruel hand, I know this myself, and so do my brethren. And only does the cure lie within the hands of the Gods, who do not care for my fate, or the fate of my others.

And as I see every foul trick here, laid before my eyes in a crumpled heap of lies and fake scents, I growl.

I hesitate.

This forest has never wanted me.

I am cursed to desire something that I might never have.

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Feel free to speak with me, here in the false forest of pure blackness daydreams solely. Even a pyre grows lone.

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(i had another dream about entering the forest last night :/ i just want to freaking play.)