March 27, 2013 - 8:32pm — Pippaloo
I can be the part of a bird that doesn't fly,
I can float on the sea and am always dry.
See me when the sun is out,
I'll follow as you frolic about.
I'll copy my owner through night and day,
What fun! It makes me so happy, so gay!
But, hey, you call me a copycat?
I have something to say to that!
At my mimicking you frown, maybe sneer,
But remember, copying is my career!
I am but a shadow.
A little poem I dug up from my old notebook. Thought it'd be fun to post it here. ^_^
March 26, 2013 - 3:02pm — KandyKills
I started playing this recently and the only things I've been doing lately is laying by the pond or the ruins listening to the ambient sounds and relaxing, but today I was looking for someone to play and I found some deers and I kind of socialized with one of them. I followed him around, we danced, we played... it was fun but there's something I'm still asking myself. Am I being a creep for following or greeting others round? I mean, I feel like when I entered high school, I see every other deers who know each other, play and lay together, they call themselves and listen carefully to find their friends and I know no one and I feel like a stalker or a creeper of some sort by following others and trying to socialize with them. I just want someone to play with.
I hope I'm not bothering anyone... >.< do you guys think I'm being creepy? :/
March 26, 2013 - 3:30am — Seed
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I need to write more. I need to do more, so that I might write more. I need to get back into things, and catch my hooves beneath me once more.
Today, I started with a little run with a nameless deer; he got distracted, but I enjoyed it. I always secretly hope a nameless deer will one day become named, and see me again, and say, "oh, you are the deer who was nice to me. I remember you." Do nameless remember, when they become named? I don't know.
After that, I joined Verve, Herla, Gehirn, Djinn, and a few others I didn't know in sitting in the birch forest.
...I don't know why Verve suddenly has hands; it seems an odd thing to ask. I mean, I spent quite some time first trying to make sure they were actually hands, since I really did not have a frame of reference. Then...Then I tried to think of a way to ask that wasn't rude, over-presumptuous, or that hadn't been said a million times.
"So..." Is about as far as I got trying to formulate that question. Or statement. I'm not sure what it would have been. Of course, the fact that I was staring intently at the birds flying by, trying to put my thoughts together, that I at least mannered to avoid ungentlestagly staring.
They're odd things, hands. I've never seen them before. I had...sort of a vague sense of it, like the pronunciation of a word you've only read. I'm not sure this is what I pictured; the bend is so extreme, the joints knotted... There's a sort of branchlike beauty to them, though. It's hard to say. The length of the fingers suit her frame, though I worry a bit about the joints... And I can only imagine that the mobility they offer...Must be a boon and a treasure. I can only imagine that they'll let her work in new ways... And, come to that, offer her some new options for the self-adornment she enjoys so. And the possibility of gesture, of expression...Of dance, perhaps? Is that too fanciful?
Well, these are my thoughts, so I suppose how fanciful I am doesn't matter.
Me?
where dragons in this rp
