I'm sure some of you are familiar with my mini-deer Dhina.

I decided all of her diary entries are going to chronicle encounters with other deer.
These may be based on actual events that happened, or completely be made up based on a likely situation that might have logically occurred between these two characters.

Needless to say, I want to reach out and see who wants to have their deer written about.

You can see a sample of her first entry here.

Warning: If you read the above entry you can see that Dhina can be a *bit* condescending and conceited at times. She feels herself to be 'above' the other deer of the forest despite barely reaching their kneecaps. Your featured entry might be filled with snarky comments and impolite observations on her part. Though I'm all for writing about someone taking her down a peg if your deer has a strong enough personality to go for it.


So if you want your deer featured just leave a comment here.
If you want a specific event written about (maybe they met and I forgot?) or have an idea for the interaction/observation then leave as little or as much as you want.

*Please link to the deer's bio if they have one so I can find it easily and play 20 questions about personality later when I start the writing*

No slots, I'll do everyone eventually.
It won't be on a 'first come first serve' basis just because my muse does not work that way. x)
I may jump around depending on who inspires me.

Finished
The Collector
Finn
Atvana

Most likely next:
Queze.

and then a fight broke out. :x Rhys seems to be very sensitive about his weight.

Furfur slowly lifted his head from Kita’s back and stared blurry eyed out through the storm. It had begun to snow harder than previous days and he felt the need to partially shelter her from the cold. The weather was quite beautiful for some time, but he vaguely wished that she had found another place to rest for the night. The day’s antics had rendered them both incredibly restless and exhausted so they merely collapsed where they had fled to. He was woken up by the unmistakable trot of Rhys. Not so much the dainty clip clop of the other forest dwellers but a robust leisurely thumping coupled with the labored breathing of one who considers ‘exercise’ to be standing up. He groaned lowly and tucked his head back into the snowy doe’s fur. He was not in the mood to bore Rhys to sleep with another story, but it was obvious that he would be yet again forced to spill his guts to the bull. He could never understand the overwhelming urge to speak that blanketed him when Rhys was present. It was another part of the forest magic that he could never hope to understand.
Almost right on cue Rhys slid to a stop and laid down on the other side of Kita, using his large frame to block out the wind. He was grinning broadly under his golden mask and seemed quite pleased with himself.

"Amor ordinem nescit...love certainly does not know order.."

Furfur sighed and laid down within the old oak tree. He had spent another day wandering with friends and helping an old companion gain suitable attire for the forest. He was such a vibrant individual before but now only sat beside him in silence. Furfur paced nervously and hung his grinning mask up to dry on a splintered section of the interior. He was far more troubled than previous nights and this was turning out to be no exception. There were so many uncertainties and worries lately that he could not logically consider. He remained restless and distant from those whose companionship he never once left.

"A Penny for your thoughts?”

"I.."Furfur faltered. How could he summarize his worries in a few mere sentences? He continued to pace circles around Rhys deep in thought. This persistent habit continued until Rhys laboriously climbed to his feet and gave his companion a weary smile.

"Well how about let’s start with basics: What is her name? ”

"Well her name i-wait! What?! Who said anything about a her. You’re wrong. I don’t know what you’re talking about I was just trying to think of what mask to wear Tomo-"He reared up and danced in place in agitation. How did he know!? The cheeky little gold masked weirdo always seemed to know things about him he held secret.

“Running with friends…”
“Finding a mate…”
“Leaving the forest…”
“Growing up…”
“Being a fawn again..”
“Boring Boring Boring! It is the same over and over! Bah. How could one be expected to sustain himself on the repetitive dreams of this place?!”

Draum pawed the ground impatiently and stormed away from the slumbering deer of the forest. He had started a collection of dreams but after merely a few weeks it was becoming short lived. Not one deer in the forest had a unique thought in their head. He had preyed upon them while they slumbered and expertly drew out their dream scapes for his own viewing pleasure.

At first it was exhilarating to become one with the sleeping deer and a part of the dream but it had since become monotonous. At times he flirted with the idea of experiencing one of the troubled’s dreams, but his own uncertainty held him back. How could he risk injury or damage to snatch the dreams of one who can’t even sit still and rest easy themselves? Maybe in another day or year, but for now he stayed clear of those who kicked and screamed in what is supposed to be restful slumber.

He raised his head to the sky and inhaled deeply. The night was still young, but he was already tiring of the usual members of the forest’s community. He needed something new, something fresh, something..different. It did not take long for the unrecognizable scent to drift past.

A Nameless was in the forest. He lowered his stature and crept for the new visitor to the forest. Everyone has seen them at some point. The bare and unassuming visitors who bound around the forest like children. They were unconcerned with the notions of the forest. They did not care about playing with friends, or growing up. Merely tourists to the place so many called home. Draum slipped closer and stood over his quarry. It was almost unheard of to see one sleeping.

Now that I have finished my example piece the challenge is ready to be revealed.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write or draw a piece based on the content of another user.

Your eyes see a snowy pelt and grinning face. You joker you say. You grin and smile while the rest of us suffer in hardships and quarrels. You lucky one with your soul set free. You've been beyond and look at you! So pleased and happy as if it were all a joke.

"I do it all for you. I could have any mask in the forest and yet I pick that which brings glee to the living. "

"Below the waves there lurks a contradiction.
You would not know it child.
Frivolous as you are flitting about with your little friends.
When was the last time you rested by the pond?

When was the last time you broke the bounds of reality and strolled along the surface?
I had done so recently and I have one mighty fine fish story to share..."