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join little cherry's dance party!

follow the moos to the biggest circle in the forest. check the map, its not a landmark. lets all dance! Laughing out loud
IvyChain's picture

Need Interactions

The title basically says it all

Most of my characters do not have much interaction and I've had the itch to add some action to any of my characters bios. (Except the inactive ones of course) Any type of in-forest/outside of forest interaction is welcomed and encourage, I appreciate negative, positive, neutral, ect. (Roleplays can be started in any of my character's bios.) Please know that I only have one OOC! All of my other characters are IC and do not match my actions nor ever will! (If you would like to do roleplays and such privately you can contact me on email @ linkzebra@yahoo.*com (remove *) or on Skype: linkzebra, (please tell me who you are before you add me on Skype.) Thank you ♥, my characters and I hope to see you and/or your characters!

[Intruders]

The Fawns Were Screaming. [Story+Interaction Options]

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The fawns were screaming.

Nobody paid much attention to them at first, because screaming is just Something Fawns Do. They scream when they're hungry; they scream when they're cold; they scream when they're not getting any attention, or too much attention. They scream for mummies and daddies and assorted other guardians; they scream at family and friends and they scream at total strangers. They scream when the wind is blowing in the wrong direction and they scream when Jupiter is in apogee.

The point is, folk tend to stop paying attention after a while. This was almost the case with Pappa Eyes, and if she'd ignored it, her day may have gone a little better than it did.
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Ciervo y Tu

Tu que llevas mil mascaras
mostrando lo mejor y lo peor
tu piel cambiante
mostrando tus sentimientos

Pesuñas que no hacen
ni el mínimo ruido al tocar el suelo
astas rebosantes de formas
cargan un noble nombre

Tu caminar lleno de orgullo
cuidas el bosque y a los que habitan en el
corres de aquí para alla
escapando de los ojos curiosos

Tu y tu presencia que llena
el bosque de armonía
asientes con la cabeza para dar paso a los demás
sin fijarte donde estas parado

By: Libertad
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Destino

El destino es el que baraja las cartas
pero somos nosotros los únicos
que decidimos como jugarlas
Kamaya's picture

2 Years?!

Wow, I didn't realize it until I went to my profile page. It's been 2 years and 1 day I'm in the community!

Ah, if I knew it earlier, I would have made something special to celebrate it. Maybe an art or something?
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Abnormal. [Biographical RP Page]

Name "Soundless"
Gender Female. Antlerless.
Age Unknown.
Breed Magical creature. Deer made of plants.
Communication Can speak. It's not known how. Does not speak above a whisper, though.
Defense Camouflage.
Offense uses her body as a weapon. Can grow brambles if given time or can use wood to stab an opponent.





This is an Origin Page for the Character "Soundless." Below is her origin story. Contained within is her description. This page should be the one you see when you follow the link from her pictogram.


Please feel free to RP here based on current or future interaction with this character.





Original writing prompt:


At one time, it was a deer.

There is a point where deer just grow old, and they die. She did lay down and die. Her body, left in a thicket, decomposed. The magic that filled her was reabsorbed back into the earth in order for the earth to protect her bones...


Foliage rustled in that place several years past her death.

A pictogram winked into existence above her head once more... only that head was no longer flesh and bone. Gnarled bark created round space where the eyes of the creature should have been. A delicate wooden head rose from the earth as far as it could manage, before vines stopped the ascent. She found herself still tethered to the ground on which she had given her last breath. Now expressionless, the entity could only inwardly scowl as she moved forward one vine-and-wood appendage to gain leverage. She forced herself up.

Clods of soil and bits of foliage rained down as the vines that tied the doe down snapped free. Roots spread like fur over what was once her stomach and lower-extremities. Leaves rustled on her back and shoulders like the scales of a long-ago beast. The re-animated old bones still hid inside the years of foliage that had overtaken the space where flesh once held domain.

[R.osy][E.yed][V.oyuer]

Warnings
This page may contain NSFW content,
including but not limited to violence,
sexual themes and foul language.


Discord is Islington#0558

Wednesday, September 2nd, '15
-Woke up at the edge of the Pond. Not sure how she got there. Soaking her forelimb
in the cool water, in a lot of pain. The bone slivers in her wrist stink with infection.
Not likely to go very far today.
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