They once have called him general,
war’s written in his bones.
When he showed up,
the peace just broke,
like bird wings under stones.

This here may be his story though,
no stag dares to remember.
The cruelness, which followed him,
sapped thousand lives to ember.

It was, when autumn reached the trees,
that brothers started fight.
Quarrels, nothing serious
‘til HE gave hate a ride.

The scars were like his favorite coat,
a bull among the stags.
His strength attracted feisty ones,
like him to raise their flags.

War has found the forest now
and stained all meadows red.
The general as figurehead
relentless soldiers led.

His fur itself seemed turned to blood,
an epitaph for Proud.
For ideals, life and nameless troops
whose last breath was a shout.

The final battle soonish came,
the leaders faced each other.
Their antlers dashed, while comrades died,
one after another.

No foe survived the generals rage,
so couldn’t this one too.
But when he triumphantly cried,
a silent wind just blew.

He never got an answer
from the rotting battle field,
the war is past, bad dream by now,
all wounds oblivion healed.

No one still knows the generals fate,
which cached him up back then.
But if you rub a crying stone
you may turn red like him.


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Well, my second poem in english...surely no masterpiece, but doing it was fun. Every constructive criticism is fine, and...I know, the war-theme doesn't really fit in the forest but since there are so many mysterious things in there...why not creating some legends about it?
The more, the better!

Siberas picto grew up, yay!
So, for her set, I've decided on
nightfall pelt, magpie feathers, and the hand mask,
she's near the twin idols, default everything of course.

and that^ picto,

help is loved & appreciated c:
thank you all who helped~

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I love to change into different colors! It makes you totally different! And you can take it off when ever you want! If you don't want to have the color(s), you can take it off!

Years past, and Akea grew up to adulthood. She bent her head down to drink from the already un-freezing pond. Winter had been long, and now it was spring. Her parents have grown old, and it was now time to find herself her own den. Kota had grown too, and was with her drinking from the pond. Starlight was there too, but she was away from them, and was glareing at Akea. " So, where should we look for dens?" Akea asked, looking at them. " I have no clue." Kota said, lifting his head from the pond. Starlight stood up and walked to them " Well, whatever we find, mine will be bigger and better then your's." She snorted, looking at Akea. Akea shruged, and said " So? I jsut need a den to stay in before the storm set's in." Starlight snorted again, and ran off, searching for a den. Kota stared after her, then said to Akea "Want to search for a den together?" Akea looked at him, sitting down. " Sure."


Kota and Akea ran through the forest, the trees wipping past them. A tree stood before them, a den formed below it. "Well, here we are." He said, steping closer to Akea. " Yes, now where is you'r den?" She asked, looking at him. He shruged, and nuzzled her. " I'll find one." With that, he ran off. Akea sighed, and ducked into her own den. It was clean, and rocks formed the den's ground. Akea gathered grass and moss, and made it into a deer bed. She layed down and watched the storm set in, rain pattered on the den's roof. She sighed, and wondered about the spring time plane, where bucks would choose their mate. Who will choose her?

Good day - feel free to ask me the page address in VKontakte and Facebook, add them to friends. All happy
But in English do not speak too well - native language - Russian

Gonna try playing as Tavi now. :3 The RP Is under the cut.

Alrighty, I guess in my previous " blog " it wasn't exactly a blog, But it was a Reply. So I am asking, How long will it take for my email to come, into my inbox. Can someone help me? For the rest of the message, It's in reply to spitrain's I believe, Again thanks for the help! Next time I will remember to blog it first lol.

Strange, how familiar faces seem to crop up when you least expect it.

Yesterday, at dusk I had found a delicious patch of young aspen to nibble, when I heard the telltale creaking and popping of a tree beginning to fall. Nothing in the forest makes such hair raising noises as a tree that is giving way. I looked around quickly, trying to figure out which tree was giving way. The tree wasn't very big, but it came down directly behind me, startling the living daylights out of me, and like any deer with good sense, I took off like a bullet through the underbrush.

As I was running, I thought I perceived a familiar hoof-beat above the hammer of my own hooves. My thoughts were cut short as a large roosevelt elk stag suddenly sprang into my path. I ran directly into him, and for lack of a better term, bounced off him, and landed helter-skelter in a patch of sword-leaf fern. As I was shaking my head, trying to make sense of what had just happened, the stag came over and nosed me. I rolled one dark eye to look at him, ready to tell him off and realized with surprise I'd seen the stag before.

"Hey there beautiful. What are you doing back in my neck of the woods?" He chuckled in his deep baritone.

I'd know that damnable stag anywhere.

"Delton!" I sighed in mock exasperation. "I should have known. Do you always get does attention by knocking down trees behind them?" As soon as I had realized it was Delton, I knew it was him who had knocked down the tree. He didn't do it out of spite, or aggression... he simply preferred to remove problem trees before they caught the unwary, or young. He laughed, tossing his antlers in a familiar gesture. Otherwise somewhat nondescript for a roosevelt stag, if you saw his antlers from the right angle, they formed a characteristic heart-shape.

"No. Only yours." He licked my forehead briefly. "Can I make it up to you?

Just.... Hng.