{Voice }

Can you have other pelts if you are a little deer besides the normal and red ones?

8D!

17 at last. FINALLY I can legally drive... I was sort of hoping for a real car, but my parents with their INCREDILBE sense of humour, bought me a little Hot Wheels car.... >_>
xD But I don't mind. They got me driving lessons, so that's great anyway. 8D

SQUEEEEE <333

Prolouge: Mothflight

Cruel tempests ripped through the bushy upper canopy, like a keening mother endlessly searching for the forever lost. Above spread black, below a fine mist that caressed each tree, each twig, each sprig with its icy tendrils. Squealing echoes speared through the dark, 'causing any wandering deer to feel a shiver deep within spine and inner being. Mirrored this was by deep bleats of the great horned owl.

The Great Oak stood proud strong against such gales though, a hollow being. Enraptured by its warmth and comfort a group of deer, as it always occured, huddled atop the soft grass. They formed a queer half-circle, consisting mostly of young fawns blinking away sleep. Eyes of every shade focused on a small figure, frail in stance, yet strong of word.

"You will come to realize this place I speak of is different...Bigger, and beyond any deer's understanding."

Voices quietly protested, mewling like kittens.

"Bigger? Nothing is bigger then the forest."

"How can there be anyplace but here?"

Confusion contorted the outspoken's features, as the small doe looked on calmly.

"Quiet, I do not ask you to believe only listen."

Their lightsource flickered, orange in its soft wavering glow, and heads unanimously turned to glance at a candle adorned stag who lounged along the very edges of their abode.

"I imagine I've heard of your 'world'."

Voice softly floated their way as his eyes, dry dripping red, watched them with what appeared an aloof gaze.

"Yes there are many stories that travel around, Selig."

The bark behind him suddenly fluttered to life, twisting in the form of a small moth attracted by the closest thing to a sun. Its wings had a sheen that mumbled blue as it slowly flexed them atop its new perch, Selig's now stiff ear.

"Mine is no different."


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Yeah I dunno...

Name: Hesh (type of tank ammo)
Age: 16
Gender: Stag
Eye Color: Deep robin egg blue
Hooman Hair Color: Brown
Mask: Whistling Mask
Horns: Gold? Dunno what they be called. :/
Pelt Color: Peacock
Theme Song: None yet
Voice: Undecided
Misc. : Pretty 'buff' or large, has fluffier thicker hair.
Personality: Acts tough, and isn't always teh nicest deer out there. But he's never cruel.

Likes:
-Fights ;] Play of course
-Sleep sliding, makes him feel like a real tank. 8D
-Camo pelt if there was one. XD;

Dislikes:
-Deer causing harm
-Cruel Deer
-Wimps

Backstory:
Nothing big. Just that he has an alter ego. XD Lul like you haven't heard that before. I'll come up with a backstory later...Which I always say.

Yeah, I'm churning out the entries, I know, but I figure this'll be useful later on if I ever happen to get to know more deer. Anyways, here it goes.

White - Me. Big surprise.
Teal - Reven (The Deer).

No other colors at this time.

*returns to drooling at his previous entry*

Hey! Does anyone want to take close-ups of Isis? I would appretaite it!

I've been absent a lot, lately. Letting any folks (if any) who have a slight interest in my well being know.

On an unrelated note, this diary will become offtopic withing 10 comments.

Five.

Quiet you.

Not TEF related, but...I don't care much. I love Freddie Mercury. <3
I really miss him. :C His music really...just something about it. I dunno, but I love it more then any other kind of music. To me, he's the best and always will be.

Have a happy birthday, Freddie Mercury!