Buds of emerald peeped from the tips of twigs, once threadbare and worn from bearing heavy loads of snow. The blood of the trees was flowing again, bringing beautiful life to their branches, creating homes for the dewdrops to rest on. Wet and new, each leaf unfurled into a bright and sunny world. Free from snow, grasses awoke to a world that was so dazzling it made them dazzle as well. Thickets of brambles unveiled new sprigs of floral beauty to hide their angry thorns.

Spring was rising from the darkest time of winter.

Moss could hear the young rabbits peeping below the earth. He could see the nests from which young lives would be making their début as new generations in the sun. They would never be lean with hunger here. The brook would thaw and babble, telling any who would listen of the goings-on beneath its rolling surface. The water was too cold to be entered, and too cold to reflect the sky above.

Chirps and cries of songbirds filled what blue the forest's inhabitants could see. Their ears filled with the joyous noises, only for it to spill out of their mouths as they giggled and played, or flirted with one another beneath willowshade. Sometimes hormones did not remember seasons, and that winter did indeed come after autumn and not the other way around. This was mostly the case with the newly-adorned bucks and the does of similar season. All in all it was heartwarming to see these things among the new generation.

From his standpoint on the edge of their world, the stag couldn't help but smile to himself. His own hormones felt confused, as it was also his first spring as a deer, though he knew why that was. Moss's own mind was that of one seasoned well. White antlers moved through the air as he swiveled to peer toward a big tree, covered in mushrooms.

Indeed, none would go hungry.

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Bloodline
Mother: Laghodessa
Species: Irish Elk

Father: Darkweaver
Species: (Demon) Irish Elk

The Unborn
Cearul Male
Arien Female
Idaine Female

Interractions
Interractions/RP can be done here.

Status 06/11/2013 BABEHS BORN! Birthing took place at -28 x 106. The spot of light in the garden near the ruins.

Remaining Time None.

why do you keep running from me whoever you are i will describe your deer
mapige pelt golden butterfly mask and fan antlers and mini spell
Why are you running from me

hi everone !
i know i have not posted anything in a long time. i am so sorry for that my life is very busy XD
i have good news.iggy my pet iguana has grown so much this past few months. he get really big and soon will out grow his his cage. anywho beside that i have been busy with drawing. i might put it up.
also so i have 4 deer in my backyard.two does, a fawn, and a buck. the buck is big.
they eat my goat feed. like the corn and stuff.
so much to tell you so little time.my cat is going to have more kittens ! i cant wait ^^

Okay so I have two accounts on here, this is going to be my main account now but the other one is BrittXEdo. I'm not some crazy person stealing the identity of another, I am BrittXEdo on here and Deviant Art.

I'd like to point out that I will soon join The Endless Forest group on DA and I am also open for commissions. You can find my Commission information on my DA journal.

Till then..

-TheHallowed

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. ^_^

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? :/

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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?