Alright. I'm a bad Anzel. I hath fluffed-out to the max. Basically, I read NaruHina fluff fan fics for the last hour, screaming at the idiots with unrealistic plots, and finally being satisfied by a fluffy fic that I gave a 9/10.

Anzel shall reflect Anzel's fluff luff. x3

Watch out. If you don't like this kind of stuff, stay away. It's all cutesie wootsie and kinda sad. But that's my mood.

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[=#A07DFF]I lie, daydreaming, under the heavy aroma of the amethyst florals. I imagine that his scent stilllies here, but I feel a fool, I know that I cannot fully recall where he sat. I only knew it was here...in my favorite patch of florals...overlooking the pond.

I suddenly appear to him, and I don't hear him. He slowly walks towards me, as I stare hopelessly out at the glistening pond. I look down at the ground, noticing that I could capture the scents of nearby deer, but I didn't want to move. The ritual has grown old, and the flowers steal my will.

I hear a form sit near me. I imagine it is solely another trick, as it has been for the few months I have had of life.

Then I notice his scent.

A shiver runs down my spine, my every hair standing on end. I feel my cheeks, my eyes, my entire face, do the opposite. And I know my heart has caused all of this. I bite my lip, cringe, and turn my head away from the scent.

My breath softly speaks into the air, "What's the use...w...why can't I make my heart stop this...it...h..hurts..."

I feel the dampness from slowly forming tears, leaking through my thick pelt. I breath outwardly in an oh-so-familiar shiver. I hold back the sob as long as I can...

"I d..d..don't want to be alone anym...more..." and I felt my tears pouring from my lungs, from my chest and heart, from every vein and artery within me...

And then...

Then he nuzzled the back of my cheek as best he could from his position...and he rested his head against me...

"I'm here...don't cry..."

NUUU.

You all know my ritual of opening TEF, waiting 5 minutes, checking for picto spreadage, closing, then re-opening TEF, right?

Yep.

Well, I'm a smartie smart smartie.

I closed it THE MOMENT THAT THE PICTOGRAMS SPREAD.

Rah.

*smashes head against tree*

Okay, rant over.

As some of you may know, I'm meeting my online boyfriend for the first time in real life tomorrow...and I'm so nervous, that I can't think about it x3

He is originally from Brazil, but speaks fluent English (as fluent as he is in portuguese). He's going to college, so he's staying here for a week before then

So, I'll likely be gone for the entire week. If I get online, I doubt it'd be for long.

Whee. I feel sooo nervous. *has that tinge in your chest you get during an adrenaline rush* x3 Whee. Meep. *hides*

I shall miss this place, even if there's not much reason as to why I should stick around, lol.

Just letting you know ^^; I'll likely get on for a little bit tomorrow, but only for a little, and only in the morning.

I'm gonna miss the deer drama ;-;

Drip slowly, blood flask
Your heart is worth twenty bites
Pressure out my feed

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Rhythmically dance
Wafting in the Midnight wind
Pulse my life; a snore

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Simmer in the beat
Sunning down upon my bleed
Into muscles strong

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Innocence; selfless
Sweet as rosebloom splayed in Flut'
Whisper sweets to sweet

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Vanity, my flo'r
Can you not bring me assure?
Oh; I crave your breath

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Vein, he hungers so
Both in lust for blood...and love
For a softened doe

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(NOTE: Vein has no clue who "Vanity" is, that's actually HIS NICKNAME. Don't be confused. He's talking about Vanity, the sin, and himself, in that haiku.)

I call for you, voice unwavering,
"Can you hear me out there...?" No fun savoring
All the silence that I know so very well,
For the silence is solely my meager hell

I wish I knew if you stood by me,
If you nuzzled me, if you sat by me,
How I wish that you'd set your gaze on me
That I could rest my head on your pelt

My heart aches every time I think of you
My heart beats, breathlessly, to speak of you
I am hopelessly so in love with you...
So much so, that I wish that I would die...

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I don't know what this tinge within my chest is...this flutter that pains me as I hear of you.

My only hope is that tonight...that tonight...I can cry myself asleep...

You might say I stole this from Sarie, and yes, she reminded me to make one of these, but...I had this idea for a few months x3 Because, well...how else can my deer talk to other deer?

Thanks for reminding me, mwahaha. *cackles evilly* :3

But you might have come up with the idea first. I don't know. Maybe we had the thought at the same time, or only one of us had it, and the other had psychic powers and...*shot*

ALRIGHT. On with the rp, lol. Everyone's welcome

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*yawns* Hey...how is everyone? *leans her head sleepily against a tree*

:: General Self-Posing
----- (you try and find something to do when all alone in the forest for several hours x3)

















:: Birds







:: Terabetha Close-ups
----- (self note: kirin pelt is pretty close-up, but neither the peacock feathers nor the pelt are nice when too close)







:: Close-ups of Picto-clone Deer listening in mid-air at the Playground
----- (self note: beluga pelt has very kind eyes)







:: Darcy





:: Witcher

So I felt myself melt
For the very first time
With my fur all ablush
With my heart, true and fine
And a smile graced my cheeks
'Til my mind cut me short
And it pushed it all away away
Out to sea, all deport

For the ghost is a ghost
And I am I
And solely must I bear
Nights of sorrow, nights of cry
I'm confused, I am lost
Do I know, do I not
Wash away, castle grand
Lay there barren, broken spot

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*holds her head low, ears pinned back, eyes thinned and looking towards the grasses*...

What a fool, am I...

I just woke up.

I overslept.

It was one of those very long dream sequences that you remember, but you can't remember what in the world it was about.

Anyways, if I seem halfway insane, it's because my head is pounding, my eyes are having trouble focusing, my throat itches, yeah...

I am -so- not a morning person x3

Delicately woven
The threads, the simple threads
Are made, for me, of stone, and...
Are beds, are single beds

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Emo Anzel is Emo x3

I know what this poem means, but it might be hard to understand the true meaning unless I translate it...meh...

Whee...I haven't been able to be seen in the forest for the entire day...gah...

>_<;...