Requests: CLOSED
1.1273 Rinta (Rinta): in progress...(done, need to be scanned)
2.Nowa: in progress...(sketch done)
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Human requests: CLOSED (after done those two it's gone forever cuz it's not easy for me to draw humans xB)
1.Nala
2.Emiva (Lenore)

Pixeled deers: CLOSED (also closed after done these)
1.Flyra (Shade)
2.Sunfyra (Ahorn)

Gifts:
1.Rowan : not started... (Ark, Gabriel, Kuroshika, Uio)(pixeling)
2.Halogen : coloring... (2)(surprise! ;D )
3.Teiboku : not started... (Human-Shane)

Art trades: CLOSED
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Maybe it will take a while but I make a drawing for everyone who wants one!

NOTE : I gonna replace this to deviantart becouse I always forgot it's here and I don't when it's on dA so xD

not many probably................oh well.

hypocrites. Complain about groups in the forest and yet you stick to your own groups here................or maybe I'm just paranoid.

ANYWHO. To the point Cato, remember what you were writing about.........

ah yes. *ahem*

SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THE INSANE ASYLUM THAT IS MY LIFE!!!

UGH I've been sooooooooooo busy with freaking school. I try to be on here, but whenever I have a free moment is the time when no one else does. So I try to be here and talk to you guys but I barely have enough time or energy to even just pull up the site. I REALLY want back n, but I'm being kept from it. I've been exhausted, I can't even catch up on sleep on weekends because there is always something I have to do. I almost blacked out and slept ON TOP OF A DRAWING I was in the middle of doing for AP Studio. If only it wasn't so dark in there.

I'm really trying to be here for you guys, I want to be here, but can't. Then there's the issues going around that I'm glad I'm missing out on, sorta, a read them but don't have time to respond. So I will now.

Location: In the pond
Thinking: I wish I had some friends...
Feeling: Sad...

Name: Saeri

Gender: Doe

Age: Young Fawn

Birthday: September 16, 2008

Friends: None D:

Appearence:
She fits the appearence of a stereotypical fawn perfectly, with tanish fur and spots on her rump.She's a healthy youngling with long legs and an average build.She has eyes of soft emerald green,framed by long lashes, with flecks of gold surrounding her pupils. The shape of her face is somewhat heart shaped, making her look the part of the innocent fawn.

Personality:
Quiet, but friendly and playful too. She thoroughly enjoys games of any type, and can often be found trying to entice the other fawns to join her.Saeri requires times of quiet though, and will wonder off occasionally to be on her own.Messing with her during her quiet times will result in an angry little demon.

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Twinkle, twinkle dewdrops
Droplets 'pon the grass
Slip and glide
Down the slide
And quench my throat so dry.

Footbeat echo
Flick the stems
Emerald blades shall
drop their gems.

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*awkwardly scuffles ground, embarrassed* Well... It isn't much. ^^; I'm not the best at poetry. For sure there are deer who are so very very talented in writing, I'm in awe!

Bleh…not sure if I need to apologize but I’m gonna. I have been away the last 3 days thanks to non-consented late-night family outings/ power going out/ internet staying out >< The saddest thing is I’ve was so worried I was missing something and all my other sites were exactly as I left them >< Seriously depressing. There were a few pages here…and a few posts I most certainly need to and will address, but that’s all…This place isn’t the only place that’s dead, you guys. It really isn’t. I play at a lot of RP sites and creative games and they’re all pretty vacant. But anyways…AS for those posts…I hope you guys don’t mind if I try and reply to them all here? >< I just cant organize my thoughts and it’s easier for me, plus they might not get read if I post a couple pages back. I’m sure I’ll miss some things but I’ll adress the things I remember most anyways.

School HAS started for most people…and seeing as EF is kept busy by mostly young people, that is going to play a factor. A big one. That seems to be the reason most the other sites I visit are dead.
Before my three day disappearance I was on quite a bit…Id just leave the forest on and let my deer sleep, checking every few minutes for friends. If I was really bored I’d get up and look for deer in general and try to initiate friendship…which worked for a while but then they’d run off without asking me to follow or disappear from the game…and I was left to sleeping again ><

“This site has gone downhill!”

“HIT THE DECK!”

And, as usual, they were the only two to drop at the roar from the young woman. A blast shook the fourth level of the skyscraper, sending a simmering heatwave across their backs and a fireball barreling into the horde. Those who did survive quickly toppled out of the broken windows. Renojack and Her stumbled upright. “Bigger than usual”, the young man commented with an easy grin. Tuna patted her bazooka and slipped it back into its holster. “It was a bigger crowd.” They set off at a trot down the hall without another word.

The hostage chamber lay in front of them now. Her paused, staring at the keypad next to the door, but Tunafish grabbed the nearest fire extinguisher and smashed it without a word. The doors swung open smoothly, and there was Bale. He was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, bound, but ungagged. Before he could do so much as open his mouth to exclaim anything, his girlfriend had crossed the room and was picking the lock on his handcuffs. “Can’t talk, busy doing my job.” Her leaned against the wall next to the door, holding her gun at eye level. Renojack peered out cautiously. “Suits, coming. Fast. Make quick, love.”

“I know, got it.” The cuffs clattered to the ground and she was over to the see-through, glass wall, peering down. “Cycles ‘re just beneath us. We can probably climb down if-“

“NO TIME!” Her sprang out and pulled the trigger thrice, dropping two grunts. “We’ve got company!” Renojack leapt into the center of the room and pulled Bale up. “You’re limpin’, I know. Bear it.” He pulled the young man to the left to avoid five shots. Her stared at the back of Tuna’s head frantically. “We’ve gotta GO!”

She cocked as her friend turned slowly and stared into her eyes. Slowly, a grin spread across her face. “Yes.” She looked to RJ.

My computer keeps trying and trying, and I've changed my firewall to let the program through, yet it won't connect.

“How in God’s name are we gonna get up there?”

Her shrugged. “I dunno. Seemed easier on the map.” She surveyed the huge building – it was harborside, which would make for an easy getaway, but they had to get in first. And get to the fifth floor. And get the loot, Bale, and keep from dying along the way. Biting her lip, she looked at Renojack. “Can you get us in?” His eyes were doubtful, but still, he nodded. “Yeah. Come on.”
Three masks were donned. Sparrow, dove, osprey.

The trio crept around to the front of the building. A lone man, suited and wearing sunglasses, was standing in front of the handprint pad for the entrance. Tuna looked to Renojack, who nodded. A quick toss of a blade, and the huge form crumpled to the ground. Renojack was over to him in a second and sliced his hand at the wrist neatly. Pressing it into the pad, he mouthed, Let’s go.

The doors were kicked in easily. Men swung around, only to be gunned down by the trio. Tunafish leapt to the side, narrowly avoiding a bullet, and yanked the gun out of a dead worker’s hand. It was big – much bigger then her shotgun. Swinging it to the right, she took out three more guys and ducked down below a table. Her and Renojack took care of the rest quickly and efficiently.

The sound of an intercom made Her jump out of her skin. ‘We’re hearing gunshots. Is there an intruder?’ Before she could decide what to do, Renojack picked up the transmitter and relayed, smoothly and easily, “The intruder’s been taken care of. All’s fine.” He set it down, grinning at the two women. “Don’t think he’d memorize his employee’s voices.” Her grinned at him. “Fantastic. Let’s go.”

The sour bitters of the blade fruit
Stain the tongue of none the wiser
And so the clonèd sourfruit, dandelion-bleached
Lies there, motionless, avoided for its sweet assumèd treat

Or, more commonly...once bitten, twice shy. Who eats the sour grape may ne'r try another. But if the first grape tasted is sweet, a thousand sour grapes through shall you devour simply to taste a sweet grape once more.

:3

The poem sounds like it has a hidden meaning, doesn't it?

...well, let me let you in on a secret: ...there is no secret. I just wrote what sounded nice. Rhyme and rhythm influence what words and phrases I can use.

I'M AT SCHOOL HI HI.
I though it would be blocked lul. c: But I don't want to be discoverrrrrrrrrrrrred. D: -hides TEF with google goodness-

[edit] homan the forums are blocked and categorized as drugs. XD