Uh, yes. I'm just...gonna go through as many screenshots as I can for awhile. orz;

Once, I wrote a poem for a stag in a rather lot of trouble.
Something began from that moment. I didn't intent to let it end today... And I ended up writing a pair of poems for that stag in a rather lot of trouble. To some extent, they were to steady my own nerves, though.

[center]1. Your Wound

Your wound
leaks memories; deer caught in
his struggle, your wound
bleeds stories fading
the ground in splashes
of half-real fog-light.

I mumble dream-verses,
soak in hope to sponge
against your wounds:
do you remember, then,
those winters, those springs,
those talks of colors half-real,
longings we ourselves cannot devise?

Have these faded, too, into
the blood and the fog that eats
at your limbs? I press my head to your heart
longing still for its signal
that you will rise again, and days
will be as they were.


2. The War in the Fog


I spot you in the fog.
where your body presses, light splinters
in slender, wavering shafts. Your wound
is deep, and in the tremble of the air, howls
of fanged beasts rise, clawed
and fully ready. I wait, and bear your hope.

I feel their thunderhead-rising, and can only hope
to trick them from you in the fog:
oh, the futility of such escape, death and its claws,
but still, my fear is sharper, driven in my heart, a splinter
that you may not rise again, howls
at tornado pitch through me. I will wound

if I must, the sniveling beasts that wound
their way through the day, or so I hope:
has night already broken? The howls,
ceaseless. The bodies, lost in fog.
You and they are all alive; my words splinter.
Heartbeat. Earthquake. Courage. Claws.

They circle without meaning, avoiding the clawed
out sight of your chest, my heart's drop at your wound.
The crowd races and darts, recollects, bands, splinters,
organized only by the passing moment's will.

Doesn't matter what gen or how pretty it is, it just needs to be more than a month old.

I'm willing to offer art for one if anyone is willing. I can link examples of my art as well to those interested.

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Please forgive the disorganization. This was written rather on-the-fly, in whatever order I could put it together in.

I cannot describe my relief, his form arising like a star, into the fog. Or did it descend? In that moment, the world seemed empty and bendable. My friend. My precious friend. I thought you were dead, you know that? The world seemed much emptier, without you. I had so much I wanted to say -- news and stories, bits of philosophies... Other than Sage, you were the only person I could ever really talk ideas with. I missed you.
He looked so small, curled up their, his fur damp with blood and mist, his breath lighter than the touch of fog. Many people rushed to be beside him. I sat with him for a long time before the battle started.

If that was the terms of today's battle, I knew it would be worth it, if anything would be. His face was so haggard...His body, so broken and wearied. Oh, my friend... I am, I know, not the finest friend or most steadfast companion. I'm weak and indecisive, uncharismatic to my core, a pale figure in your shadow at the best of me... However. I hoped sincerely I would manage this service.
...And, afterwards...One day...Surely, if these points can be defended...I will walk beside you, and tell you stories, and remind you what a wonderful place this horrible world of ours is. Looking at him on the ground, curled up and barely moving...I felt like that was what I wanted to do the most, what I could do best for him. This world can still be a beautiful, peaceful place. I promise.
Of course, that would have to wait.

The first wave came suddenly. About half of us, maybe more, stuck by Dag's side, forming a shifting shield around him, turning to our enemy like flowers to the sun. The rest chased, baited, attacked; I lacked the swiftness and martial prowess to do that...And anyway, I didn't care if I defeated them or not; if they lived, I'd be gladder than if they died.

For Meadow's Community Collaboration.


Forest Poetry
By QuadRaptor


There is a place that endlessly lives
A Forest to admire
Where deer with human faces
Run and play and inspire

First is the great Old Oak
Singing a beautiful orchestra
Step inside and you will hear
A resounding magical mantra

The cooling waters of the Pond
Refresh both deer and log
But be careful if you jump in
You will hop out a frog!

Then there are the ruins of old
A structure quite prominent
Now a shambling reminder
That nothing is permanent

The Playground is definite fun
To both fawns and young of heart
A few hops upon the boulders here
And you'll never want to depart

The twin gods sit on their hill
And keeps the Forest in motion
A simple bow in honor to them
Grants a blessing of devotion

So come explore the endless land
And enjoy a mushroom and pinecone
As young and old both agree
The Endless Forest is home

okay i was on TEF and it is fogey it sounds like wolves howling and owls hooting and bats flying around here and there whats going on its not easter day?

And with a better graphic card too since my other one was, egh, awful by freezing and flickering when it couldn't load (even pitched the fit while in Photoshop.)

So, heeeey, I'm back I want to try and get back in the game (either rp and/or in the actual game, we'll see how it goes) again since I have a LOT more free time now. It's great to see this place still being active ^^

Edit: By getting back in, I mean more active. I need sleep 8D