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Blackfeathr?

Hey... I felt that I needed to do this. I read your last topic about not having many friends and all... and I felt bad. Eh. I dont want you to hate me at all. I feel like theres a tension between us, even though we havent talked much. I just wanted to say that I'd be happy to be your friend, if you'd accept my apologies for causing so much drama in the past. I could tell that you were getting annoyed by it. (who wouldnt?) I will Never cause any drama any more (I Hope). I think your right about everything you said.
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A Poem By Melody// Who Knows?

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My life from the start
From my family did I part
I found you there
Your Mask so dark
But your spirit alive
You helped me too
My guardian you are
You save me from solitude
We run and play
In the rays of the Day
I told you my secret
You just smiled to me
But inside I know
That we know something
Something no one else does
Something I dont understand
Wait for the light to lead us on
On to our future wich we dont know
Were it will lead us but I know
I know something no one knows
Friends forever, but maybe one day
Something will change, change alot
Who knows? I surely dont.



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A bad poem about random things -fail-
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Cato? XD

Well I saw this girl today. She had a bracelet on her ankle, that said Phantom on it. She told me that she loves Phantom Hellsing. She Sprang her wrist on the computer (XD). And she plays computer alot. REMINDS ME OF YOU CATO!!! WEIRD RIGHT??!? was that you? O.O
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:?

I don't think blackhoof wil ever have a set...
I'm so wish washy when it comes to chosing one...
I guess I don't care anymore...bored...*yawns*
Yeah...let's see where this coat will lead meh this time

Sticking out tongue


Hey peeps...bordness for everybody!!!
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Melody's Story

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Song to go with it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBiW44cWu4c
Heres a small story about Melody's life so far:

[=lightblue] I was born here, yes. Were I was born is left unanswered, for I was taken away shortly after my first breath. I was taken to a land so horrable. Deer were shot and mounted on walls, but me? No. I was the odd one out. For I have a Striking Pelt, that resembles a Magpie. A mask wich resembles an Orca. And even antlers that resemble a Flutterby.
I ran from the screaching deer who mocked me. I ran until I couldnt run any longer, and I ended up here. I hearda faint cry left unanswered, but it was replied by a familiar sound. A high pitched eerie call, that sounded like wind blowing through a dark passage to nowhere. I came closer to the sound to find a huge stag, with a handsome grey pelt, and huge reindeer antlers. But was most odd of all was that he had a skull for a head.
He slowley walked towards me. I was cowering behind a bush, as he came upon me. "Do not fear me, for you are in the Endless Forest." He said in a calm voice. " I-I am were?" I said as I staggered for words. " Here, there are no predators, no human, and no death." He spoke soflty to me. " H-how did I get here." I slowly lurced up to his level. "Your were sent here by the Gods, now no more questions...follow me."
He turned around a bolted foward. I ran up along side him, until we reached an enormous Oak tree. "Come in here and I will tell you everything...."
"Wow...thats amazing." I said as we reached the ruins of a castle called the Enime Ruins. I sat by a rock and he sat with me as I looked all around me. "Did I forget to tell you my name? I am Emrys, and you are?" He said looking upon the Horizon. "I am Silent Melody, but you may call me Melody." I said faintly.
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So much expansive countryside of EF........But what is it called?

There's so many places in EF, But does any of the land have a specific name? There's too much of it, and it's always trees and forest. Why not a mountain or a prairie with clear blue open skies? Tell me, where are these places?

Somebody...?

Maybe it's impolite to ask, but... can somebody draw my deer?
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Mist

As my treads slowed, I was very soon to notice that I was unfollowed, that none desired to tread behind me. So be it...Anzel thought, tongue lapping at the bitter puddle waters flowing into an indent in the earth.

None follow me. Not a single fae-stag, or stag, as so chosen by the bearing of antlers (and consequently, making them feel that they are strong and masculine; not realizing that we are genderless, and cannot have intercourse)...would ever walk behind me. Only would they follow me as entertainment. The ghost fae walks alone.

As the waters of the freshwater stream meet with ocean tides, so do I flow into troubling waters at the river delta. One might not clash only if one wanders a time upstream.

And so I shall, for only is my mind able to be spoken con* after departing that which troubles it.

I wonder if the kind stag-chosen remembers me, she speaks aloud, under her breath. She stares down at the pond at her face, flawed in only ways that the seer can ever see. If only time would speak...

* con = with (in spanish, pronounced "cone")
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So Snipped

Windows open and close
As in maw, is held, a rose
Clever sparrows light the way
For Walker, Dreams, to step a-doze


Wintertime brings fae and stag
Oldentimers, brute and hag
Beautiful as antique snow
Close together, fur a-sag


Creatures native not to here
Blend-in, harmlessly as deer
Voice in whistle, opera, sing
Only for attentive hear


Past the wound, the scarren garden
Lady, please, I beg your pardon;
But a fawn can hold no memoir
Of the fae, in frost, to harden


Curious to mend and play
From forest fog to forest day
The few, the wise, the foxen stags
Carve the way; they clear the way


Some are wise and some are fools
Some lack morals; some have rules
Some hate change and some evolve
Some worship; others, ghouls


Threaden spools will run out soon
Unless respun with gentle tune
But if so snipped, a new knot may
Not thread the eye of silver rune


Sunbound lovers; sunless bucks;
Choice is given; no good lucks
For the freedom, we give sanity
And lie amongst the sightless ducks


Persistence clangs against her heart;
The loves that steal pulse, depart;
Realized and so aware
Acknowledge to the source of art


Eyes cold, dusken black; afar
To clash as salt and fresh at scar
Will force one over; other near
So is the way that atoms are
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Larr and the Squirrels

The squirrels were chuckin pine cones at me again today - those pests !! Why do they always do this to me ? And Im sure they were chirpin obsenities at me and laughing.
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