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!

Let me know some of yours!

1. 'Why?'
Ok. No. So, someone calls you, and they want you to do something. Right? Something you sure as hell don't wanna do. So. You try to be all polite, but all nice at the same time, uh-huh. So, clear and simple, you say, 'No thanks.'
And they go, 'Why?'
DO YOU FRIKKING NEED A REASON PEOPLE.
No, I do not want to let you into my private life by revealing some deep, personal schedule hidden within me. And besides, I don't have a bloody reason. Do you want me, honestly, to tell you 'I don't really give a crap about whatever you said was going on so no'? Because I can't give you a better reason then that, man. c: So I have to make up some on the spot lie. And on-the-spot lying is no easy task, as you might very well know. So, kiddos. Let's stick to the 'Fine, screw you', please.

2. 'No, you do it.'
Has your mom ever given you this one? You'll be sitting around at your kitchen, munching on some pizza or chow mein or something. Your creator-ess will be right next to the sink, doing her thing. All is well, yes? That is, until you set your empty plate down next to the sink and walk off do your otherwordly business. And she yells after you, 'Come back and rinse this off!'
Jesus, woman. You're right there. You have hands. Last time I checked, you weren't dead, paralyzed or without use of your arms. So WHY won't you do it? Considering you're right. Damn. There.

3. Fun-sized candy bars
How in God's name can sweet sugary joy that's less then half of its normal length be fun.

I'll come up with more eventually. ;D Now, tell me yours?

wow with everyone gone and such its so boring. nothing to do no one to talk to. the forest seems so empty without anyone there. i think m going to take a break from the forest and comunity for a while. its just not fun anymore. ill get on again ina about a week or so to see whats going on. later

In our celebration of the mini stags we
had all spreaded out for a short while. I fallowed Darcy happy contented
to know that I would have a blessed realaxing time with him.

So we had came to about one of the most smallest mushroom circles I'd
say I've ever saw. Even though I knew there was something enigmatic
about the thing I kept my thoughts to myself.

Slowly eyes closing shut I knew that this would be a peferfct rest...


...but it wasn't...

The Deermuda triangle they say is an entrace into the
"dream world"...Little to my discovery that I had found myself
dreaming of it. Blank vast areas of nothing but blue and brown.
Nothing.

I kicked and strangled myself till I awok back into the forest. My new
freinds gathered around me thinking I was leaving them.
But no I was trying to tell them of my close chance of slipping away into a place of
laborious return. Fear swept over me, but in a way I was more intrested.

Why not? It's just dreams. A world filled with others
dreams.

I crave for the concternation and stupefaction of the dream again.
So I will sleep......

Hey Fureur... I hate to have to say this, but I dont think we should be mates any longer. We never talk or keep in touch, and I think I went waaay to fast with the whole mate thing...Im sorry, I hope to still be friends though!

Im not trying to make Drama at all, I've just been thinking about this lately, and I hope you agree Witcher. Seriously he doest want to hurt her feelings im sorry...