I am a fawn.... nobody accepts me. My mother has left and my father has unknown whereabouts. I try to make friendships but the parents drive me away. I just need a family. Is that too much to ask?
-Saturday May 25, 10:37 PM


I am on frequently and if you'd like to meet me my symbol is a c and then a upside down tear-drop shape with a Q/X kinda thing at the end. ;P

So I'm new to this site and would like to make a few friends along the way. Deer name is Eloine2, look me up sometime everyone. Looking forward to exploring the forest with some deer friends.

I smile up at the wise old oak through my soft green eyes. No one else is alone, I'm a fawn I should feel afraid but the sad thing is I don't. Abandoned an alone so long I feel indifferent to the solitude, called my life. I'm a light brown and everything about me suggests soft, light and easy but I'm not, my Mother disliked her mate, he forced her into all sorts of things I knew she must have despised and when she looked at me all she saw was him so I was left alone to live out the rest of my life, find my own way, create my own path and when one survives that they don't survive unscarred. By my ability, toughness and will to live I got through and each day I was surprised a little more to see. I have my doubts though whether the one I called Mom wanted me to live because no one could expect a 1 week old deer to live through the trauma I had survived and pull through the first month of their life or quite possibly she just didn't care. My best guess was the latter, what I assumed.

Padding through the woods while following a stream I watched my golden tanned pelt shimmer across the glassy surface. Casting about I dipped my head to meet the water hoping no one was about. I couldn't deal with strangers any more, or any point in my life for that matter.

A few days later I shivered in the rain and hid behind a tree, a young deer, just older then me choked and sputtered. He pawed at the ground and restlessly rolled on the ground, although he was big he had the same youngling look to him as I thought I did. He had some sort of virus, I could smell sickness in the air. I peeked my head about catching site of him again. He caught my glance in mid turn and what looked like using all his strength he got up, head lowered and paced towards me. Backing away slowly I shook my head, but insistent as he was sick he stuck his nose in my ear and I felt his shallow breaths as he smelt my petit being. Growing anxious and uncomfortable I froze, unsure what to do.

I'd like to work on developing Taz, so I'm posting this roleplay blog so that anyone who wants to interact with Taz can do so on this blog. c:
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[=10]Yea... I'm not in the best mood today... hope you all find this interesting anyways (wish I was a better writer XC)

Scratch, Cut, Turn the Page, and Start Over

Shivering hands were laid upon an old musty book in an attic. It was dusty and warm up there due the strangely placed chimney that went through the archaic roof made with many hardened clay plates. Inside there were spiders and other small crawly things. It was a place for the flies to feast off each other’s dead flesh, and the spiders’ for gathering their kill. White fluffs surrounded this person’s thick black leather boots, adding to the room’s warmth. But despite its quietness and the hot air, the hands were still cold, shuddering as if something had startled them enough to move.

These were young girl’s hands, charred up and a bit small, stubby around her tiny finger tips. Upon them there were beautiful blue nails, scratching at the books rough brown surface. They sparkled as the small ray of sun coming through the window hit them, but she didn’t see beauty. All she saw were yellowed slabs of white stained plastic jabbing into gray cracked skin. Though she thought this was the truth, her clouded eyes still stared in disgust.

This girl’s hair was strictly taken care of, washed and wonderful. Each hair was silky and smooth leading to a full head of soft blonde beauty. It matched her pale skin, white like a ghost’s against the highlighted straightened strings. No, this certainly won’t do, she thought, opening the book to a clear laminated page. It was shiny and stiff, the rim silver and the page her reflection.

Her heart stopped for the second she saw it, hideous. She looked, her finger brushing the page with its beautiful tip she saw as horrifically terrifying. Dust covered her face on the image in front of her that shook every time she shifted. No matter how many times her body maneuvered, her stomach turned and her heart ached at her appearance.

It all started with an idea. In June 2008 I began to write the first story of Quad, Divine Intervention. I never expected the tales would continue for five years, and that I would introduce so many characters including creatures from my childhood. It may be surprising to some that Iugulare and Anirapio were the same character in a story I wanted to write in my childhood - it was a male alien infection in the shape of a dragon, and he was simply called "The Infection". With the help of so many of you, I introduced Iugulare, Anirapio, Nekumbra, and Noctuis to the series.

I could not have written any of these stories if it wasn't for you. All of you. The interest in the series inspired me to keep writing, and all the help coming up with my characters was incredible.

The series has come a long way. And I will admit, I haven't been in the Forest as much as I used to be. I continued writing these stories never thinking they would end, though I did write the final Revelation stories to say "This is what ultimately happens in the end."

But I'm afraid that the saying is true, all good things must come to an end. I will admit I have slowly started to move on, doing other things with my free time, and looking into my future career. I know that once I start working, I probably will not have any time for this place. It does not mean I won't stop by and say hello, but as far as my writings...I don't know if I'll have the time to write any more stories.

Unless I decide to include any more short stories, Fall From Grace - The Beginning of the End will be the last story in the series that leads into the Revelation stories.

I wanted to make a chronological list of Quad's life, his journey through life, his struggles, and the battle against darkness and infection.

Now that schools out, I'll probably play Tatter alot more often now, so for any upcoming aquaintances or friends i make, her are what my actions represent.

*Sad/bowed head: "Sorry!" or sign of sadness. ~ *Laugh: laughing or "just kidding"
*Taunt: "Hey stop!" or "come on!" ~ *Hoof tap: "follow me." or "stay/sit here."
*Bow: a greeting or goodbye. ~ *Amazement: Shock/amazement
*Head tilt: "Why/what?" ~ *Fight stance: "Back off" or "stay away."
*Rearing: defensive. ~ * Fear: "That's not nice." or "You hurt me!"
*Rearing and fightstance: "playfight!"
* Hooftap a sleeping deer||mushroom tree/circle||pine tree: "Let's cast magic."
*Shake head yes/no: confirming an answer or "dislike/like"
*Head tilt and yes and no: "You want this/you'll help me?"

---Some have more than one meaning, so it will go according to context.