I am guessing I will be blown up for this, but does anyone have the squirrel spelldata? If you do, and you're feeling kind, could you please send it to me? my email is _______________

thanks!
(even though you will probably all murder me)

Ok this is for you queen of darkness! Once leeon had a cruch on you and now......he does...still xD

My heart has not been touched by these in so long...

After such a long absence from my home, I was finally granted access. And who to find first after so long? Ah! My good friend Atiq. I actually slipped a smile when approaching him, and he seemed to perk up at the sight of me. It seems he was helping some poor fellow with their set. And so I patiently waited for them to finish.

But soon, we were the only ones left, along with a doe who I now know as Lacey. I have not met her before, but she seemed kindhearted. The three of us sat together in the Birch Forest. Lacey and Atiq carried a conversation, and while I quietly sat back and listened, Atiq didn't forget my presence. He asked me an occasional question when the appropriate time came. And later, Lacey had left, leaving only him and I.

Ah, it was a good while before we set off to do something. Atiq had many questions, and I tried my hardest to answer them clearly. He seemed satisfied. We soon got up, and made our way to the Graveyard.

I try not to think about it... But we were right next to it. My father's grave behind me, a crooked and poorly buried stone showing where it was. He was obviously buried by the little creatures. Gods only know why. I tried to ignore it, and have a little pleasure in casting a few pelt spells on Atiq. But... that clinched it. Atiq ended up giving me the Kirin pelt...

'Twas not his fault, I know. It is bad enough I have those blue jewels forever embedded in my upper legs, but being granted the green scales to encase my entire being brought up the terrible memory. I was... sad... Atiq did not know what was going through my mind so... I showed him the grave. And he understood.

Rated DM for Drama.

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I raise my head
From the beaten bed
And wonder why I rise

I see the ghost
In a hell to roast
Through somber dayline eyes

I see the flo'r
And I say no more
While first the teardrop dries

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I cough twilight
Sin faint of delight
From drain bed, petals bloom

I know the white
Of eyes in the night
Will share me in my room

The beating bleed
My shivering need
I silence in my tomb

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Coldly onward
Deathly to backward
Up the wall and outside

Missile reflect
'Tis not a defect
You all know I have tried

So through the tree
Blooding hope to see
But no; I've been denied

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Windy, tinny
Fluff gone all spinny
And round and round we go

The circle orb
The lightling ignored
Twinkling like lily snow

In moonlight bliss
I'll see magic sis
A smiling, grinning glow

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Disease distaste
Utter decomp; waste
Bunches of thornbread

Lost lies lonely
Living here only
For the softest of dead

I see the dear
The first of seis deer
With cherry painted head

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:3

That was fun.

(yeah, anzel misses a certain deer...she can't help it x3 and vein has a crush on someone, lol)

I just got a spell castedon me that turned me into a dove... and then I had an idea. Ive decided to make another deer, but its not going to be a deer. She will be a dove, always, and she will never turn into a deer. Just a Dove. Her name is Silver, and she will be watching over all of you deer, and occasionally casting spells on you. If you see a dove with my picto flying around, its Silver.

Knight and Fureur sat in the rain.



Um... did we adopt a fawn?

Ghost kept up with the running animal and soon noticed it was a deer.
After a while the deer slowed down and turned around to face him.
"Who are you?" She said.
Ghost tilted his head to the side. "Who are YOU?"
The doe turned around and said one final thing before sprinting away.
"My name is Kry."


Hello all deer playing people out there!
I think im being played dress-up with, random deer are casting spells on me.
Im hoping for doe antlers and the blue starry pelt.

Active: Online
Playing as: Kry
Feeling: Sleepy
Where: on the bridge as usual
Doing: Laying down/fussing over the cute squirrel

I've decided
That when I feel like it
I'ma write poetry in this blog. x3
TEF related or not...


Live Springs:
(Based on this picture: http://pina-colada111.deviantart.com/art/Life-Springs-95644262)

Death brings only life;
Fertile soils
Wence new sprigs boil
Hideous,
Ugly.
It may seem.
But how can it be?
There's so much to see
Where;
New Life Springs

Hops around too much...Doesn't flow. :/ Haven't written anything just for the joy of it in a while. ^^ So I'm rusty, also that took like 2 minutes. xD -fail-
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>> Reposted, as I know a lot of people don't go to the picture section as often as here, and I want Vein to see.

After a long time, I managed to get together this. My attempts were smudged by myself during bad periods many times (as you can see), but I got there in the end.



I do intend to do more of these. Deer I have seen more than others by the bars. ...It just takes a long time to gather materials for enough attempts.

They could see her, sitting with him under the shelter of the willow tree. The group of does whispered amongst themselves, the cavernous inside of the Old Oak muffling the roar of the rain beating down outside. Snippets of conversation rose above the rest.

"-Bloody sweet, the two of 'em-"

"-I wonder how far they've gone-"

"-Wait till Walter hears about this-"

Only two deer remained silent in the back of the tree. Gradually, the chatter faltered, as heads turned to glance at the duo before quickly looking away. They couldn't spare the dignity to stare openly. The pair remained silent, both looking through cracks in the wood with faraway expressions in their eyes. After a few moments, Walterwoman could take it no longer. "...Her? Baby? Whadda you think? About the newest pair." Her golden brown mask covered the hint of a blush marring her motherly face. The chocolate doe turned her head and held her gaze for a brief moment before dropping her eyes to the ground. "I dunno. Can't tell the damned future." There was a hint of defiance in her voice. "They look nice together." The pang of wounds from the past flitted through her eyes as she lowered her head to stare at the dried leaves she rested upon. Walterwoman nodded awkwardly. Too embarrassed to continue, she turned her head, but Poet whispered roughly in her ear, and Srila nodded feverishly. Grimacing inwardly, the butterfly-masked doe looked at the other deer laying next to Her. "Loop?"

The greenish doe was silent. Walterwoman fooled with her hoof nervously, hoping someone would break the silence. Behind her, the other does began to gossip again, their words this time directed around the graceful doe. Her voice brought them crashing into silence, however. "I wish them luck. Perhaps it'll last long enough for them to be happy." She said nothing more and turned her head back to the gash in the wood, a single tear rolling down her cheek