Happy doe day to you, happy doe day to you, happy dooee daay to yoou, happy doe day to yooooouuuu! Hurray! =D

Guess what, it's Nala's doe day today! *Running around jumping*
Thank's to all my friends helping me learn the ways of the forest
when I was new, helping me through my fawnhood<3 =)

Well, gotta go celebrate some more now, have a good day!
*nuzzlespam* =D

I see the greens of the leaves...their wings pathetic, useless to me. How could I manage to fly towards the sky with nothing but fur and heavy decorations spelled out upon my body?

Sadness consumes me, and rage fills me. The fire within my soul, my being of hope and blood spilling out before you, is a lie but isn't fake. For the way I am made and all are made is within in and around me.

I feel as though I'm fading...

This song...this song my human allows my ears to grasp and hold, it feels me. It knows who, true, I am.

I hope...I hope you believe me...

And I hope...

I pray to thee, Twin Gods...let me fly...let me free...

...

...you may notice some irregularities.
For one, the markings will be changed and possibly some odd things added due to how I view the deer. Seeing as I only scratch deer that I remember, then they will only be deer that are a character that have affected me, in one way or another.
The reason shall not be revealed.
The symbolic irregularities will not be explained. (Don't expect them to be the obvious.)

Another thing will be that they will have is a bleeding cut on the neck, which is litterally how I see. How I see whilst I am Hunter is blurred and hallucinogenic anyway, but blood is in sharp relief. The sight and scent of the bleeding cut hallucination is a catylist to attack, and focuses me on the jugular vessel on the neck, making for the best kill. This is something I only just recently worked out; before, I thought there must've been some war leaving everyone bleeding.
But I digress.
Those are the reasons for the peculiarities. If there is anything else that I failed to mention, just yell.

I'm honestly hoping that the normal server is up...because I can't get my pictograms to spread.

If the back-up server doesn't fix my problem...then why did it that one time? ;-;

:/ Sorry if the server is irking anyone...(whichever server it is)

I should've posted these shots awhile ago. o_o They start from the 9th and go to the 16th. I haven't really been in the Forest much since then. ^^; But anyway...the screenshots! XD;

Know how Magnet "broke" the camera before near the Blue Bowl? Well, Scape did it near the Playground. XD

He'd gotten Blue's future set to see how it looks before that.

One minute Drium's normal. The next...

Instant-old?!

"Guarding" Mania.

(I'm the one on the left. It's the deer version of myself. That's right; don't let the big white antlers fool you. That's a doe. =P)



OMFG!

(XD)


Jump to after the zombie party.

Dancing.


...er...


Halo got REVENGE..



Two "cops" and a fawn.

XD

And Mania was in the air! o.o ...closeup time! 8D


Ok, that's all.

Part 1 – Nights in the Glade

When Nera awoke in the morning the light was streaming down into the clearing. He looked around wondering if what he saw during the night was real or just a dream. If it was real what had happened after the stag looked at Nera, straining to remember his head grew weary and he collapsed back into a sleep.

It was early afternoon by the time Nera woke once more. Feeling light headed and rather parched he hung his head over the rocks and took a mouthful of water. Something stirred in the forest outside the clearing and Nera paused, looking up to see where the noise had come from. His ears pricked up as another noise, this time closer, came from outside the clearing.

Feeling weak and very exposed, Nera crept backwards off the rocks and took cover behind a large rotting log on the edge of the clearing. Just as he settled in, a noise on the other side of the clearing announced someone else’s arrival. To scared to peak out and see who was there, Nera steadied himself and tried as best he could to make no noise. Leaves crunched under the weight of footsteps and Nera’s breath grew heavy as the sound came around to the side of the clearing where he hid.

Nera heard the clattering of hooves against stone and grew curious enough to poke his head out from behind his cover. Slowly and carefully he peaked around the side of the log, but saw nothing in the clearing. Confused, Nera poked his head further out to better see the surroundings; just as he did he felt a tap on his shoulder. Nera jumped and fell to the ground; he scrambled to turn around and saw the black stag, staring down at him. Warmth flooded Nera’s body and as the stag leaned down to him, he felt a kind and gentleness coming from him. Still frightened, Nera tried moving but vines and flowers had risen from the ground entangling his body. A sharp pain spread across him as one of the vines coursed over the wound on his leg, leaving a throbbing reminder of his clumsiness.

Cavalier surprised me today.......

HE FREAKING GREW UP D8

It wasn't supposed to happen today......meeeh? What do I do with you now? *pokes* I wasn't ready! :C

Well........I don't know buuuut.............OMFG I HAVE ANTLERS!!! >8D

*runs around with head down charging at stuff till he gets his head stuck in a tree*

awww....crap.

"Come on, spit it out."

Her picked at the lily flowers at her hooves mournfully. "It's stupid. Really, it is. No big deal." She chewed on the sweet buds, avoiding Tuna's eyes. How was it that she was telling her partner less and less these days? She wished herself to believe it was the doe's abrasive attitude, but the little voice in the back of her head told her otherwise.

"Look, Her. It's torture to see you with your feathers ruffled this bad. Tell me what's up." Tunafish nibbled on a strawberry, her eyes glittering with unusual concern. The water lapped at the duo's hooves as Her reluctantly looked up to meet her eyes. "It sounds like I'm hooked on this, but...Renojack. He's what's up." Her friend didn't sigh n exasperation - She must be holding it in, she thought with a flicker of amusement. The navy-and-white doe smiled sadly at her in a romantic sort of way. "Babe, look. He left a message in the Otherworld two days ago. He's coming home soon, real soon. Aren't you satisfied knowing that?"

"But he might not come back to me anymore. Why would he?"

It had slipped out. Her sucked in her cheeks in embarrasement. The other doe looked positively astonished. "Why WOULDN'T her be?!" She opened her mouth to start ranting, but another voice popped up behind her. "Her, you have no idea."

Srila's wiry form plopped down beside Her. Martisol appeared on the other side. Both were smiling as if they knew a secret shared between them alone. Tuna grinned. "Why don't you tell 'er, girls?"

"You're beautiful."

"Poetic."

"Marvelous at what you do in the Otherworld."

Today the forest was fun. I danced with a brown deer and orange deer with small antlers and a deer with really big red antlers, that one is cool. Who are you? Where do you get antlers? I saw a deer running and it was sitting down. How do you do that?!?!

My friends...my enemies...can you confirm the words of my Lady?

Is one of the Gods truly twisting their hooves around the skies, meddling with my curses properties, trying to free it from me?

As I lie here upon the flowerbed, my ears still tilt towards the sound of not but birds. My Lady has hope, and so do I. Might I wander as a normal fae once more?

Pray to the Twin Gods for me, deer friends...if you have the time to spare...and enemies, pray that I shall be hushed of my curse forever more. For once I wander beyond this forest and into the true forest, I shall leave this accursed past behind. But I shall walk forward...forward, towards my friends...

*smiles*...