Dripping on twitter; tit-tot, tit-tot
I heard splatter splitter; click-clop, click-clop
As the dramas of day never do fade away,
All the monarchs declare, "Do not drown..."

Query, triangle; stit-tap, stit-tap
Where all the lines tangle; flit-lap, flit-lap
And the god cannot say, nor the goddess can say,
How to part fur from fur without tear

Slivering hoofprints; tatter-tee, tatter-tee
Cry with the thunder; trit-trit, trot-trot
But with hearts snared together, too heavy to hang
One must finally fall; or they'll part

I speak, ching-a-ling, like a bell through the rain
The beatings of heart innocent, intertwined
Shall the rain kiss your brows with a smile tonight
I wish you good luck and caress

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Yep. A nonsensical poem spoken by Taint. If my ping lowers to the 600's, she's going to wander through the rain for a bit.

She wishes luck to the troubled souls in the forest, and hopes that no heart and broken, and no innocence is lost...

Chapter 2 The Big Flood
As the Rain continued, so did the flood. Isis huddled next to a log, hoping for the best. The water rose, and soon the whole forest would be engulfed. Isis wondered were the rest of the herd had fled to. Maybe the had gone to the hilltop on the other side of the forest, wich was impossible to get to now. Suddenly Isis heard the thundering of hooves, as her herd flew by her. Isis quickly got to her feet and ran after them. She looked for her mother... no where to be found. As the herd traveled on, Isis grew weary. After a days run, they ended up on a huge hill, safe from harm.

I have a mental picture of all my deer, thought I'd share...

Liëka

PREFERABLY WITH THE BLACK AS NIGHT PELT
EXCEPT I HAVN'T DRAWN HER WITH THE BAN PELT YET LUL

Add-ons:

Long purple hair + no antlers Bright green glowy eyes
Stud and two rings in left ear
Black collar with a single ruby
Owl feather + red bead hanging from the right ear (joined on with red stud)
Gold egyptian fore-leg cuffs with a single black gem in each

Most of the time I don't draw the wounds, either. I'm still after the black, plain pelt.


FIU
(this is a really bad quality pic, sorry)

Add-ons:

Purple eyes
Long black hair in a ponytail...thing.... with two wooden clips
Magpie tail-feather tucked in bottom clip
Single peacock feather attached to forehead with a purple diamond-shaped gem
Turquoise wood-chip earring (a rough scalene) ...glowing. C<
Red bands on her legs, except for the hind ankles, where there are bigbead red bracelets
Red and gold top thing *is working on a front veiw so you can actually see that*
Unholy Triangle marking on tail (is supposed to be subtle, same colour as the other gold markings on the pelt)
Red veil with gold leaves (for performance perposes, not always)

Troll



Add-ons for all forms:

Hangman's noose Entirely black eyes

Normal form:

Green pelt Long male hair: blonde, dirtied with pond mud (the scanner ate my yellow >.<)
Unlit candles
Dripping pndweed trailing from antlers and legs

Cursed form:

Fangs Black pelt (taken from zombie pelt)
Spikey antlers

She wandered through the rain, Cold and Lonely. She waited for something to happen, but nothing. Her cries left unanswered, as she searched for something...or someone. As the rain pounded on her soft pelt, her hope was simply depleating. The last chance to find the one that meant the most to her. She wandered for days on end, the rain not stopping for anything. The waters edge rose, and the great flood began... To be continued

I didn't put it in the picture post because I didn't think it really mattered. But yeah, it's a serious SPOILER of the end of the story. But it's not much of a good one, I mean who's getting shot, what's going on, and so on. Maybe If you read it you would know O_O

Noodle antlers.

That's one serious fall.

HOORAY ITS RAINING! <333333

*dances*

and now we're caught up to the present!













living in a graveyard and nurturing the scent of wet poppies. snow melts before it hits the ground, dissipating into little more than dew. bees shimmer like black flecks of ash, stick to the tongue and to the fur, and swarm sticky sweet among the old stones and battered crosses. a masquerade of prancing insects and showy peafowl gathers like the throng of buzzing honey workers, like the pale twisting snowflakes. when they disperse there's only the hollow grove and a patient twilight.

note: these images are from 26 october, 2007













the reflection in the pond seems dreamy sweet. tufts of dandelion weave sleepy-eyed over the water. little blue flowers shake their compact heads in the breeze, sway in time with the tall grass and thin branches which web themselves along the canopy. there's a gathering on top of the rocks at the playground. the bracken black moss feels cool, almost slick. tiny unlit candles dot the stones like mushroom monks, waiting for sparks and absolution.

note: these images are from 18 october, 2007









smells like damp earth, sulfur, and sour flesh, pickled with pearls and a lady's slim fingers. they nicker and wander to keep warm against the fog and the coming cold night, feel the chill passing between their branch-thin ribs. the twin gods shine a silent yellow in the dark, like a beacon amongst the trees, a lighthouse of etched eyeless stone. everywhere sounds the flapping of great weathered wings against the dull blinking hum of the evening.