Water. It was ice cold, rushing through, over, and around. Undulating silk, liquid ice, clearer than vision, it rolled over and around the stones without even touching them. It floated, as things do inside of it. The liquid was suspended.


He just had to touch it to see if it was really there, if it was real.

A coal hoof dipped in, the nerves hidden deep in the bone began to tingle, then to throb. The further he moved into the water, the more pull he felt. The immediacy of the numbness made it all so surreal. The pressure of each rivulet slamming against long guardhairs and keratin should have been there, and he felt it pulling higher up on his leg, but couldn't feel anything below. The numb hoof and ankle felt suspended in the unreal water, like moving gel.

What a feeling.


He withdrew the hoof from the water slowly, savoring the crazy feeling that made his bone throb in ice induced pain and his skin feel like it had disappeared. Each drip that rolled off of the black surface, off of the white hair, refused to make a noise greater than that of the trickling, singing stream. Each was lost in the rolling water. Moss tucked his ice cold forehoof beneath him, wincing when the nerves started awakening and stinging him like bees. The stream was still too chilled for a bath.

Moos turned his ears back, then let them droop. He felt so dusty, and his tongue was dry from attempting to clean it off of his fur. The stag lowered his head to the earth in defeat, and was quiet, patient.

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I've seen this come up a lot lately, so I felt like everyone needed a reminder.

The path glistened with morning dew. Moss, ambling down it, noticed this as his ankles were quickly soaked with the sweet-smelling water. The areas where white fur could chance a meeting with the ground were slowly being stained green, as were his white hind hooves. Supposedly, to the Stag, all of the green stains on the white parts of his fur were a sign of spring. In all honesty, they made him happy. It was often boring to be only black and white with no sign of vibrancy. The green stains were a but of fun for the stag, even if they came out with a good washing in the Idol's tears. It was as temporary as fawn's magic, and Moss enjoyed that.

Lichens squelched between the stag's toes, slowly making way to mud. This time of year the stream ran high, trying to imitate a great river. Mud was spread along the banks like spilled paint. The heavy stag's prints would join many others here. Eventually they would be erased by the sheer traffic of hoof and paw. It was time to move on.

Alright, all of you older/senior members need to help me out!

Please post simple pearls of wisdom for new players and fawns.
These can be from your deer's perspective or yours, or even both.
Just make them kind, please.




From Moss and I:

Just because you cannot keep your magic, doesn't mean you can't enjoy it while you have it.

The sky rumbled, like the growl of a predator. Light flashed, leaving photographs etched for a few seconds in the eyes of those who were awake. Sometimes it caused pain in the optic nerves, but the rain washed it away. The rain washed everyone clean.

Moss stood out in the middle of the storm, dripping wet. His face was raised to the sky and eyes closed against the visual onslaught. Water washed over the black and white fur, soaking through to the stag's skin. It was cold, though he was not. Because of this, the stag steamed, tendrils rising off of his body.

With a chuckle, the beast broke from his trance. His body again became insubstantial, as was the way of true residents of this place, and he was no longer soaking wet. Rain fell through his body and onto the ground below. The stag sent a silent prayer to the Gods, thanking them for giving the residents of their playground such a gift.






Just something short. It's raining where I am so I decided to doodle a writing.

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.

http://www.upworthy.com/bullies-called-him-pork-chop-he-took-that-pain-w...


Note: this does contain some mature content. If you cannot handle the deepest forms of pain caused by bullying, do not click the link.


If you're brave enough, click and watch. It's truly beautiful.


This is for all of you. Many of you will empathize, many will re-live their own experiences, many will cry...

But I am sure many of you beautiful people will take this and run with it. It's important.


*hug*

I just saw the news... that had to be horrific.

http://cosmiclog.nbcnews.com/_news/2013/02/15/16969092-hundreds-injured-...

My heart thrums softly, gently. It feels like a gentle tapping in my chest, but this inconsequential tap is what keeps me alive. It's important.

Thank you all for an amazing time!