There is no exact feeling that I can describe about this season. Is it my most hated or is it my most loved. The fall, a sign of deing of old. The time where we all feel a certain renewable feeling. The memories of this year will fade and problems will slowly sink back into the earth from which they belong. But as soon as spring comes they will return like trees' buds and explode in a suprizing matter.

But fall, for me, is just memories. Many things change in the fall, many things have changed for me, but nothing has rid of the feelings I've always had for it. In my heart there is some type of inner energy and the wisdom comes back again. Control returns again. Veiws of how other people see me go away again. And I sign all the rude veiws off into a boat that will return in the spring with new ones.

But, memories bring back the bad also. Bring back the hidden memorials, and tantilizing laughter. I would prefer to have the memory of a mouse than an elephant, so then I can remember nothing and every day will feel like a new one and very face will seem like a new freind.

I wish I could feel like that better deer, but I don't feel that way. And sadly but so every opinion stays no matter when the seasons change. Veiws are fried into the minds of those who aren't willing to let go. Which is why it's hard to let things fall and go away. It's why the leaves die but never go. It's why the sun diseapers but never leaves.

If we had short memories nothing would get accomplished, maybe, but
the feelings for each other may be renewed.

I wish fall would wash away the memories.

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Part 2
It has started...I will be spending most of my time in the water I can see...
swiming with my secrets...

Things are getting colder, and the water feels fine.

I stood by the lake.

Shimers of light rippled off it. Light always had it's ways in leading people
to where they needed to go. But sometimes, light was sucked in like a blackhole.
But now, now it was over.

My vision is back, but is as misty as fog. Everywhere I look all I see
is ominous fog corvering the bodies of deer. But, it is only the lake that has
light.

This was my secound curse. My last punishment. My last cabalistic lesson.
And it involved water.

My hooves pierced through the water. No one was around no one was able to see my last
curse. My last reproof. My body was now almost completely submerged in the water.
Then I dipped my head in and let go.

I no longer changed into a frog or another critter when it came to water.
But then...I guess you could say I chang into something. My blue fur fadded into the water as my
white bellie began to spread all over. Now I was white, my antlers faded into darkness
my hooves no longer there.

And in my throat my vioce became beckoning screams, and clicks.
I swam, my body in full movement. Hooves no longer excist.
I was one body, one movement of a fin.

One white creature of water. I swam deeper and deeper comeing to the cold water
of my secound life. And in the black water, I could see them. Other creatures like me.
Other ones waiting for me.

Now

I could live a secound life.

In peace.

A punsihment or blessing.
But here I wish I would forever remain. Swiming in motion.

No longer a deer.

But another. Another life...

As a beluga

I don't know why I did it...but I think it's becuase I'm bored...
I'm glad Akio didn't post it all becuase I know I wouldn't do it all.

Who are you?
Blackhoof= Blackhoof of course.
Clementine=Clementine.


Do you have any brothers or sisters?
Blackhoof=I have one siter, her name is Clementine. And a
brother named Gastepher.
Clementine=I have two borthers!


Do you have a mate?
Blackhoof= No... <:s
Clementine=I don't think I would want one. And If I had one
I need one to be as quick and happy as I!...maybe an opposit could make things
interesting...but I would probably be miserable...


Do you have any kids?
Blackhoof= No...I don't think having one would be a good choice...maybe
Clementine=Would be nice to have one...But people would probably
look at me as a very protective doe...

What is your favorite food?
Blackhoof=If there was anyother food in the forest...White Grapes.
Clementine= Clementines!!! No just kidding...My favorite food
would have to be Plums.


Have you ever killed anyone?
Blackhoof= Why would I do that? Only make things worse.
Clementine=...

Do you hate anyone?
Blackhoof= Hate is a strong word. But no, I don't...I envie some deer
but I do not hate them for it.
Clementine= Anyone who tries to mess with my two brothers...

Do you love anyone?
Blackhoof= Yes.
Clementine= No...


What is your status in the forest?
Blackhoof= I really don't care for my staturs. Some may know me
some may not. Most of the times it's the ones that choose to know me that
reap the rewards from it...

1] What is your pen name?
Gurgl…um Blackhoof?
02] How did you get the name?
Really, to be truthful I don’t have one. Along time ago my friends use to call me Blue Jackass Rabbit but that wasn’t a very good name…It was rather a name used just to joke around…But that was like…two or three years ago…no two.
03] Do you use PC or Mac?
Um…PC
04] What software do you use most often?
None…even though I would die to have one….well maybe not die…
05] Do you use mouse, or tablet? Um…
06] The color you use most often is?
If I had a color…It would be white…but I don’t know…and plus white is the essence of color…so I guess it’s not a color…
07] What area of the pictures do you put most effort into?
The face and eyes, I want people to be able to catch the emotion in those main features the most.

08] How long does it take you do draw a picture?
Well, If I’m willing to stick with it…um maybe…uh…I don’t know?
09] Do you keep your rough drafts?
Yeah, because I will either revise them later or draw on the back of them later
10] What kind of font do you use most often?
Um….If I did it would probably be…psh…I don’t know
11] What's the dpi when you scan?
35….So I can be able to get a good look at it
12] Do you do anything else when you're drawing pictures?
I may watch TV. But rarely now a days. Most of my picture turn out weird if I listen to music or anything else.
13] How many pictures do you draw in a month?
Well…I guess…since I’m so bored here I guess you could say a lot…but then a little because when your only choice is to draw all the time you go crazy….
14] What kind of paper do you draw your pictures on?
Like print paper sadly but so.
15] What kind of paper do you use for sketches and drafts?
Print & or line
16] How long does it take to ink something?
Not long unless I decide to add some hair strokes…rare…
17] Do you do doujinshi or original manga?

Just things I drew while in the endless forest
yesterday.



Random picture...this pic actually helped me realize
I have to take alittle more chances with my art...but it's
just a bland ink sketch thing with a doe and a fawn. I
used Micron Pigma pens #2 & #005. I tried to give them more
of a deer look. So I tried to make the eyes more deery.
As for the fawn(even though it looks like an alien).
I was trying to make it look like a fawn/baby. But that didn't
work out...XP



Then when I found Echo in the forest I had to sketch
her....Sadly but so it turned out okay...It was suppose to look more
cartoony...And I tried to do what Zabrath did with his deer and make Clementines'
mask look almost fused to the face...but that didn't work..
There's Echo stickin' her tounge out for no reason, and her in the corner
just doing nothin'.... YAY FO ECHO.

Some weird Halloween poem/song I made that dousn't
mean much of anything.

[=#26466D] For the most longest of times I have dreamed about
the events that have happened to me and others at my endless stay in the forest.
I recall many feelings. Like the feeling of new, and almost like how a baby grasp the new air it will breath for the rest of his life. Forever taking in that sober air, until it becomes stained with it's history weather good or bad. I recall the feeling of being coverd with shadows. Ones that felt warm and welcoming.

But I also recall the feeling of dispersel from some. And the leaving of a happy soul.
I recall the deep slumber...and the leaving. That day when I left...it was foggy in the forest..
no coats where worn on we three deer. I ran with a deer I did not know...and a deer I
always have thought as wise. Known as Ghost? I believe that is his/her name?
Then everything crashed...it was like the screen went black. And my limbs never moved again.

And, now here I stand today...What made me come back? I don't know...
maybe it was the drowning bordem of the place I was now in...or the dark
feeling of vanishing into oblivion...feeling like a dark presence never known or
touched.

Many names came to mind...from people who have come and gone. But the
two that have stayed forever, was Stelmaria and Dragon eyes. They both had
a way in leaving the forest. Both had different goodbyes. Both having greater
reasons than any of us could guess. I never really knew Stelmaria...never could
get close without being pushed away, or squezzed out of the crowd...

Dragon eyes, only someone I wish I really could've known. But sadly, I have
only really recall seeing him once. I sometimes wish that I could at least
just spend one day awak with him. Just to ask him questions?
His goodbye to the forest however was to stained with blood and
alcohol to actually have a visual goodbye.

And does? What strang things they are? The word rings like a bell in the mind

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO PUT MAKE
UP ON DARCY FOO!

Just playing it was Zabraths' idea P.P
I'm just bored and couldn't risist it so I got da pic of darcy
and now he looks like a drag queen....

I should do another real pic like this?
But for now me must get back to work in completeing some art!

Last Ch. of Blackhoof's past
I should do one for his sister maybe??? Dur...
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About you



About you, you poor fawn. This story was about you. The fawn was alone now. In the same spot his mother had left him. Taken with the fears. The fawn learned how to cry now. He learned how to mourn, he learned how to die, he learned how to say goodbye, and he learned how to hope.

Then like a spark of fire and light had came over him. He was swept into a land filled with white light. Two voices echoing all around in unison. “Dear, child, the mountains never had others. Your poor mother and father. This place will only kill you. Come, come to my forest child.” A gentle touch came to his forhead. It was like gods thumb. It smoothened his face flat, his snout gone, his face white and pure. His eyes no longer black but a shocking blue.

“Here I will let you forget the face of your family. I will erase it from your very own face. You need not remember. Endlessly, my friend, you will forever live in peace endlessly.”

Then fawn came amongst a land with trees. Deer among him that had his now flat face. A deer, came to him, a stag brown as dirt. His sign looked like a number from the human language. “What is your name child,” he said.

“Blackhoof,” the fawn whispered.





.....And the end, ends with you.