April 11, 2013 - 4:21am — MapleTree
'CONTEST' CLOSED
Winners have been chosen.
April 11, 2013 - 3:37am — Proud
April 11, 2013 - 12:46am — kihone
Whenever i try to load my mini deer's old appearance with the peackock pelt it isn't there. Can anone tell me what's going on?
April 11, 2013 - 12:35am — kihone
So i saved the peacock pelt on my mini deer but it's gone. Is that normal?
April 11, 2013 - 12:32am — kihone
When you spell spam someone, it's just plain poite when they cast a spell back on you, right? Earlier today i was mask spamming a fawn and they just sat there and waited for me to cast on them! so rude! And they clearly knew how to cast spells becasue i saw them cast a pelt spell on one of their fawn friends earlier! At least NikaGika cast a mini deer spell on me. Thank you!~
April 10, 2013 - 10:34pm — Aimery
Rules:
1: All adoptables are FREE, you do not need to give me money to adopt!
2: To adopt, you can either:
A: Draw to Adopt
B: Fill Adoption Form
3: All deer can be made Male or Female, you may add accessories, antlers, or anything else you want. You MAY NOT change the colors or markings though.
4: These are NOT first come first served, I will judge forms and art accordingly when submitted. c:
April 10, 2013 - 7:00pm — RedRaptor96
okay i saw a deer it had no set and no pitco above it!!! is this a glitch
April 10, 2013 - 5:29pm — Archinois
Chapter 5 - Danger Within Beauty
April 10, 2013 - 5:13pm — Apoidea
The sky rumbled, like the growl of a predator. Light flashed, leaving photographs etched for a few seconds in the eyes of those who were awake. Sometimes it caused pain in the optic nerves, but the rain washed it away. The rain washed everyone clean.
Moss stood out in the middle of the storm, dripping wet. His face was raised to the sky and eyes closed against the visual onslaught. Water washed over the black and white fur, soaking through to the stag's skin. It was cold, though he was not. Because of this, the stag steamed, tendrils rising off of his body.
With a chuckle, the beast broke from his trance. His body again became insubstantial, as was the way of true residents of this place, and he was no longer soaking wet. Rain fell through his body and onto the ground below. The stag sent a silent prayer to the Gods, thanking them for giving the residents of their playground such a gift.
Just something short. It's raining where I am so I decided to doodle a writing.
April 10, 2013 - 2:14pm — LucanNemo