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I love that link. Vcow. Hehe. <3 I can has clicksies, please?
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A poem from Taint to Plume...

I bring the lessons of the world
From far beyond the bend
And this I speak to you, my dear,
That heartbreak makes a friend


You'll bleed, you'll cry and writhe in pain,
Oh yes, this much is true
But by the side of heartbreak, stings
An unforgiving truth


The pure may seem the wiser, yes;
And yet, they lack a trait:
To bear the scars of beaten bone
For wiser still...is taint


And so, my fae...forever go
And never see the brighter.
For heartbreak is a blessing, so
You're blessèd, fae, to sight her..


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((ugh...i hate rhythm and rhyme at times, heh, such a pain))
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Rinse

Through the rain, I run...forever and ever, I'll always do the same. Though they may see me in the eternal sleep, upon my knees and belly in sit, or standing eternally, forever...I always go on. Though I may fade, may not a memory be felled unless all have forgotten her, including herself.

No one remembers me anymore, it seems. A few may catch faint glimpses of me and not care in the slightest...and the sting of this rain breaks me down further, but I still go on.

Ghostly doth my nature bring, forever more and forever less...
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Aww...why did I steal a picto?

...*pokes live map*...*whimpers*...my picto seems to be that block with a line poking out on the left side, with the little lump on the bottom right side...

*whimpers* Live map, you befuddle me. That's not my Zelly's picto ;-;

*gathers up another transformation spell to cast on ephra and other deer until someone notices the strangeness*
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To my Secret Santa...((very late, i realize :3)

Finally thinking up some ideas for you :3 I've had lots of drama recently, but I'm finally getting my life in order.

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I love fan art as well as poetry/prose. If you need to know the sets of my deer, they're all listed on Scythe's diary entry containing all deer, so-to-speak :3

For art, I love sketches in pencil most. I don't know why, but pen seems too intense, and I'm not much of a person for colors. I often prefer original pencil sketches over pen/colored sketches. I like watercolors and colored pencils, but not too much computer art. I like computer art, but if it is colored, I like shading :3 Honestly, if you can sketch something in pencil or scribble something on MS Paint using the pencil tool, that'd be good enough.

Even stick figures would be cool. Stick figures of my deer running around doing stick figure things. Eee. Nomming Michael's head. Mwahaha.

Another art note: Deer art is nice, but I also have a fursona, if you're interested. She's sort-of a cat-fox. Her main color is close to the font color I use for Anzel. Her underbelly is a lighter purple. Her ears are black, her eyes are silvery-white. The necklace around her neck is a black string with a circular green tag (nothing on it) attached to it. She has three whiskers on each side, with little round (white?) dots at the ends. Three little fur tufts come off the ends of each ear. She has very long bangs that cover the right side of her face. The rest you can likely see in the pictures. The top right picture is what she looks like nowadays, but the bottom pic is what I normally draw her like (as you can see, i forgot a detail or two in that pic).
--- Click here to see many sketches of her, from old to new.
--- A deer with a set designed after Iamme would also be cool, or an Anzel-Iamme hybrid :3
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Looking out on me...

Soft snow made of breadcrumbs, sailing, trails me back to home
Much like a comb of honey stuck to hide, I whimper, straddle side to side
I see myself from deep inside
I'm inside looking out on me


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:/ A certain Zelly's human met with the nurse practitioner yesterday and finally knows what's wrong with herself.

And it saddens her that if she told most people, she would be considered mental.

*sighs*...no one seems to read these things anyways, except for a few friends. Whatever.
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Trii Speaks...

The snow lies there, motionless and emotionless;; betrayal by defeat. As the cold, snow-drop berries fall from their mothers and father unto thee, the snow, they leave an impacting impression upon the land. It has been scarred by little dewdrops, slowly, softly, over the longest time. And the icicles do not more but to crease the land with daintless smiles...taintless smiles, neither sad, nor innocent...just smiles...

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A silvern fae stands in the snow, her coat tattered and beaten by the first winter's dawn. Home alone, all her comrades were together elsewhere, huddled for warmth. Taint... she mumbled, Taint...why'd you have to go...?

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A bird sings in the treetops, Trr-tu-twee, trr-tu-twee. The echo of her piercing voice makes her tremble. The trembling makes her hurt a little more. A little more. Each time, a little more. Shit... her voice is bitter and cold like the dusty, dusken snow of the land she greets. But no one seems to care of that swear, no...no one is around to care...

Taint lies motionless, covered in a thin layer of the gentlest frostbite. It dusts over her like the breath of an all-loving angel, and soothes her to rest.

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Where do I go now? Vein asked himself this. Here he was, with Nurra cold at his shoulder, hovering around him for warmth. And everything around him seemed to be collapsing down. He didn't know what to do anymore...with his sisters and brethren all around and all apart at once, he wondered what it would be like to be home. To be home with his brethren, the vampires.

He just wondered. That was all that there was to do...
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Plume...

A golden, tainted fae sings a melody amongst herself...

To my angel in blue
In a Plume of desire
Doth my heart ache for you
Doth thy pelt light the fire
Deep 'thin; of my being
I care for you so
But time has come wailing...
I must let thee go...


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My little flower...my sweetest flower fae, for whom I have fallen so deeply and forever...I..I am sorry.

My visions have been blurred...for the forest within which I dwell...has been dulled. The light of hope that always shined from up above has simmered to a full, aching blight upon this land. All has fallen, all hope is gone, and so has my footstep...it fades, just as I speak...

I fade...as my sister fades...for we are the two who have wandered deep into the forest realms and picked out their secrets. Vein is another type;; he is not all stag, and therefore is not all cursed.

And little Nurra shivers in the cold...

We don't wander much anymore...we don't have much reason to...and our ground is weak and cold before us...and sweet fae, how it pains me to say it...

You must let me go...

We are strangers, you and I...never met flesh to flesh, never knelt to the same God...never shared a breath between us and one as a whole...

Plume...

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Dear Plume...can you hear me...

I...

I have to go...and may not be back again...

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B..but...before I do...I...have a lullaby for you...


A soft breeze whispers into the forest...

It is a melody I taught the flowers...they play it for you with their little magic, these flowers near the golden mushroom circle...

Please...
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LLAMAS~!

I have become addicted to something new x3 Fwee. Thought I'd refer it to you:

WHILS!

((if you need it --- my id is 4226))
You should try it. ^^; It's brand new, but it looks promising <3

((yes, i know this is random, oh well :3))
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Umm. <<;

So...yeah. I have no idea what to suggest to my Secret Santa...hehe. *sweatdrop* Well, this is awkward. Umm...

Hmm.

...yeah...*thinks*

Feel free to let your mind explode :x If you really need help, ask Jen, and she'll ask me, and I'll figure something out.

...*inches awkwardly away*
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