I'm off to my piano lesson! XD

just wanted to let you all know.

<3

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The snow fell like leaves, silent as the wingbeats of equally pale doves. Save for the chill in the air, one could imagine a cascade of white feathers. The lake water was beautiful, a painting done in pale purple and sudden, bright gold, while the rest of the world seemed unchanged.

I stepped out into the snow and found Reina quickly. For a little while, we sat and watched the snow fall over the lake. It was really very peaceful, and we managed to keep eachother warm as our breath froze slightly, whisping like smoke into the air. We set off on what I assumed was a small walk, which was actually starting to feel very nice until I realized she was just taking the long way to find a mushroom tree to help me get my mask back. It was short work, though, so we started dancing. During the dance, one or another of us had to go, though I cannot recall which.


When next I awoke, I ended up with a very nice surprise. Scape was awake! I haven't seen Scape in a very long time. We ran and bounced and moonwalked like idiots for what felt like either a very long short time or a very short long time. When we were finally calm enough to think coherently, we decided to join the danceline that had been set up near the lake.


After the dance-line broke up, we made a shocking realization: Scape had left a clone, sitting in his usual spot! Scape was really freaked out, but I couldn't decide if it was freaky, or just kind of funny how wigged out Scape was. Scape eventually started messing around, sitting on the clone's back and so forth.

For two months ago, a baby magpie falled out of his nest.
Mom found him and we took care of him until now.
Yesterday or something, he crashed into the wall, and died.
I think his neck is broken. D':
Today we're going to bury him in our garden.
I got pictures of him if you would like to see. :]
I cried whole yesterday, 'cause I thought it was my fault, that
he was dead, but I could see that he had crashed into the wall.
And that would have happened whatever if I was home or not.
(I wasn't home the day before yesterday.)
I thought my brothers had feeded him and such, but no,
they didn't even think of him. o_O

R.I.P Toto. (cute name) x3

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Pictures:

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Author's Notes: X_x This one was a bit of a struggle. I intended to write out the fawn's entire fawnhood, but it looks like it's gonna be spread over another chapter.
If you couldn't figure out that whole "source" pointing out things last time, it's clearer this time. No, he's not crazy. XD
Well, here's

Origins
Chapter 6

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The forest was in the midst of celebration.

Everywhere the fawn went, parties were breaking out as numerous spells were cast back and forth between deer, trying out the new “sets” that had been created.

He had found this place was called the Endless Forest, and it was watched over – as well as created by – the Twin Gods. It was a sanctuary for deer, filled with magic and peace.

Currently, there was a special event going on known as Mardi Gras. The young deer had been “born” in the middle of it. To add to the fun, deer who normally couldn’t keep “sets” for long were allowed to keep them as long as named adults.

It was because of this that the fawn found himself looking very odd after emerging from one of these spell parties.

Wandering over to the Forest’s pond, he gazed at his current look. A mask that looked oddly familiar now covered his face. He’d heard the name before. It was called the “real deer” mask. For some reason, this brought a small pain to his heart.

But, ah! He finally saw why his head felt so heavy. The big white antlers adorned his crown, one of the biggest pairs of antlers in the Forest.

Well, those had to go. They would tire him out before the day was done.

Rather than “sneeze” off all the spells, he opted for the easy way to get rid of them. He’d heard about the pond’s cleansing powers…

He dove in.

And turned into a frog.

“Whoa,” he croaked.

DOLL :: Porcelain
PICTO :: Click
GENDER :: Doe
AGE :: 10 in human years
LOVE :: None

THE TALE :: A sweet doll made of china that sits on your shelf is only for decoration and memories. A souvenir. But if it moved! What then? This is what Porcelain struggles through in her daily hours. She is a tiny fawn just slightly larger than a rabbit that is made up entirely of fragile materials, like her namesake, porcelain. This is a smooth but easy to break glassy surface that she must protect by all means. It is tough for a fun-loving and kind little one to not get into trouble and trip over a stone, but she manages to somehow overcome this obstacle and remains intact.

She cannot feel anything outwardly. The grass that touches her hooves upon standing and the lilacs she so loves that tickle her skin are feelings she cannot describe. She does not know what water feels like, although she does have the ability to taste. But a nudge feels like air to this shaken creature, a friendly nibble on the ear a gesture that goes unnoticed. Porcelain knows this and was once a dreadful, tiny wreck that thought of nothing but how horrid it was to be in her state. She was made of glass. A mutant, a freak! And she had to watch her every step because her life literally depended on it! No one else had to do this but her. Why her? And why could she not feel? Our little doll has done nothing to deserve such a curse. But she learned her ways through the man in the moon and was taught how to love. What happens here is a tale so long and heartwarming that a story would be needed for it to be told.

Now it doesn't matter what Miorry does in game, I don't have to worry about the icon being wrong or off! <3 The snow was so pretty today! I had to go see after I saw everyone posting about it. Plenty of pictures for all to see and lots of fun had.

And to whoever Miorry had found who was like a twin today, I want to know who you are and get to know you better. Miorry had such fun and wants to be your brother. <3 (He also thinks you had very pretty make up and wants to know who you buy it from. XP)

And as always, click the piccy to see more.

*walks outside*

"Harley!" *whistle whistle* "I know you're out here somewhere..."...

*looks over and sees two glowing yellow eyes*

"Oh, hello there..."

*doe stares at me for 3 seconds*

*doe runs off*

*giggles*

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XD;

In the ( )'s is the name of the last person I drew. I realized some people didn't know I drew them

I decided to make one entry to put all these in. Eventually when I have enough, I plan to put them all together as a wallpaper, but for now here is all of the ones I've done:


Ghost


Ghost (Redo)


Jen


Squeegie


Verdalas


Verdalas (older set)


Emiva


Magnet


Taiko (Adagio)


GoldenWinged (Blackfeathr)


Vipin (SarieBearie)


Her


Anzel


Ammy


Halogen


Fayne

I'm quite glad to have shed the skin of the fawn, and I looked rather neat after someone gave me a suit of green fur. However, I had something weird happen, I went to the pond and my body dissappeared. It then took me to the abiogenisis(sp?) and now I can't return to running around, the statues become the center of my camera even though my body moves and I rotate the camera. I'd post this on the forums but each time I log in it won't keep me logged in. As in, as soon as I submit my information all it does is load up the same login screen as though I logged in and logged out immediately. It doesn't say the password or username are wrong. You don't have to register for the forums separately do you?

Course, it might be fine in a little while. Also curious as to how to find different furs which will stay. I'd like to find something to match my username, shadownight.

A Forest Fairytale
The tree that grew in the purple flowers never asked for much. It knew neither the language of the long-ago men, nor the ineffable language of the Twin Gods, and had no one to listen to it anyway.
"I have my flowers," the tree said to itself, "I have the company of butterflies and fireflies. I have the flight of doves and the scamperings of squirrels. I am not too hot, nor too cold, and I never want for water or light. Many trees are not as blessed as I am: how could I possibly ask for more?"

But regardless of those thoughts, the tree that grew in the purple flowers drooped and wilted in its loneliness, for while it had the butterflies, the birds, and the squirrels, it could neither know them nor keep them close. No other tree grew so near to the tree that grew in the purple flowers that their branches could touch and send messages of joy or sorrow.

One day the tree saw a group of deer playing in its area of The Forest. The tree that grew in the purple flowers had never seen deer before. It marveled at the way they played, the way they laughed. The way they knew each other and kept each other close.
"If I were like them, could I be happy?" the tree asked itself, long after the deer were gone. The tree that grew near the purple flowers decided that, at last, it would go and ask the gods for one more blessing: it would ask to become a deer.

So the tree began its long trek across the forest. It dragged itself along the shallow hills, in and out of patches of sun, in and out of water, in and out of shade. It crossed a river and a ruin in its desire to ask its one and only favor from the gods. It moved at barely a crawl, and each step took days. When it was halfway to the hill of the gods, the tree that grew near the purple flowers saw a squirrel lying near death in its path.
"What is the matter, little squirrel?" The tree asked.