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Peregrination of Iphea -Isolation- Part 2

A bird wheeling above him, the stag watched it dip and dive. The world had suddenly grown cold. Roe and the apocalypse had disappeared....

My fur was caked with frost, but for some reason I didn't care. The cold wind felt friendly, the tern up high seemed happy to see me. That was when she dove and skimmed over the white expanse. I followed, running again over new fallen tundra.

My breath was so warm that it puffed with smoke ahead of me, quickly falling behind as I raced forward after the tern. My laugh was drowned out by the sound of cracking and popping. Ice broke as I skidded to a halt.

The vast sea of water broke, vague outlines of waterfalls and whitewater took form out of the path the ice had made. Vague outlines of home.

Trees of pure ice surrounded me as I walked. Oh were they gorgeous. Their branches tinkled like glass, like falling icicles. They were so gorgeous I did not notice the beast looming in front of me until I was upon him.

A large ice-bear breathed the same air as I did. The tern I had been following was with him, and they were partaking in a meal. I felt compelled to join them.

A moment later I was nibbling on something I never thought I would have tasted: Meat. The meat was vaguely familiar, I couldn't taste it, but it was warm against my lips and slid wetly down my throat. As I ate, I could feel the animals smile. The bear gorged with me, while the tern and a few other birds began to do something....

I grew tired, seemingly falling asleep where I stood. I think it was the meat that tired me.

The birds worked his antlers like malleable clay, adding snow and ice to make them heavy and many-tined. They took the blood from his face, the skin from his meal, the bone from his meal to create a mask for him. As Iphea awoke, they smiled upon him.

[b]I was not adorned. These antlers are heavy and this mask hides my face.
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Peregrination of Iphea- Cataclysm Part One

The trees crackled. They fell like dominoes, collapsing. Crouched, I just stood there and cowered as they all seemed to crumble and pile in mountains around me.

Roe... Roe...

I took a running leap, hooves clipping and using springy trunks to leap over the mounds.

This must be the Cataclysm, that was what I feared. The things I put away but knew would happen to our precious forest.

Clouds of dust were everywhere. They clawed at the sky, the clear blue expanse above the devastated forest, golden like flame as they floated away on the wind in clouds of heavy smoke. This heavy smoke clouded my vision, I could not find my mate.

Thud thud thud thud thudding beneath me my hooves fell hard and quick in rhythm. I raced the beat of my heart, which ever-sped higher and higher. Piles, like mountains, loomed and cast shadows as I passed through the thin crevasses that formed between the timbers. The stumps seemed to have been rent from the ground, roots creating expanses of dirt-clod rope, seeming to wish capture upon those who ventured close. I steered away, my face raised to the wind, scenting through the earth-and-dust air for my mate. Frantically I drove forward, trying in vain to smell her.


I heard her first. Crying out for me. The sound ripped my soul.
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Set Help Please? (Resolved)

Could someone put the Peacock pelt on Kaybee?

Her pictogram is Here and she is in the flowers behind the Great Oak.
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Thank you little forest critters!
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She is.

She is, with no doubt, something beautiful.

Thick, luxurious gray-blue fur invites those who see it to snuggle close. Long, delicate antennae gracefully arc behind her light and thin head, nose tapering to almost a point in balance of them. A thin, supple neck curves and attaches to feminine shoulders, slinking down to a snow-white chest and slender belly. Her lithe body is kept afloat by long, fragile-looking legs. A gossamer-furred tail tops off the doe's physique, enticing as it waves or curls naturally over her thin hips. Tiny hooves caress the ground. A doe.

Deep green eyes peer from behind long, dark eyelashes.

Behind them... that is where you find the contrast.

A predator lives behind the eyes of the prey. It gnashes sharp teeth, mouth open in a scream with blackened lips pulled back in a snarl. Claws slash, turning to ribbons whatever they touch. A lust for blood and flesh, for suffering, for the last gasps of life's breath out of her victims. A puma.

She is untouched beauty, a cruel beastie within.

Kaybee.
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To Roe, My Heart. (A letter correspondence)

My Flower,

I am sorry to be away. My aching heart reminds me of you and our child every day I am gone. I hope you are feeling well. I hope you are remembering to take care of yourself and eating Raspberry leaves for the sickness.

Flower, I have been searching everywhere to find you a suitable place to have our child... a safe place.

I am doing well, so there is no need to worry. I am sorry for the briefness in my letter.

Do well, Flower, and I will return soon.

-Iphea
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Writing.

It is dark early this time of year.

Raindrops fall off the eaves and hit the pavement, a million tiny mouse-traps in the dark. The wind wails like a small child as it blows through the trees. The child calls out for her mother, who seems to answer, before you realize that it is the roar of a train's whistle bringing death to any in its path. Your heart stutters with the cold as the rain pelts your coat with wet, icy bullets from the dark, bleeding clouds. Thy hang like a low and dusty ceiling, a basement to a bright world covered in stars, little holes in the fabric of the night sky. The bottoms of your bare feet freeze, as if the concrete were the frozen gray snow that collects in the crooks of curbs in the middle of winter. You slap them hard as you walk, trying to bring the heat of your blood back in, but the cold only creeps up your legs as if you were wading slowly in to an arctic ocean. The wind caresses your face gently, reminding you with its little beads of water why you came out dressed in everything except your shoes.

If you cried, your tears would offend the rain. You hold them in until it becomes too dark for the water drops to see them rush down your face in a flood that would make Niagra jealous. The tears hold no emotion, but dive headlong from your eyes in a constant stream of kamikaze fighters that head for the ground, bouncing off of your cheeks to mingle at your chin, leaping to join the cloud-blood-rain.

The heat assails you as you let the shower clean the dirt and grime from the pale and cold skin. The soap and lather, heat revives you.

You're ready to go back out again, and find yourself snuggled up in a strange room but with someone who is in no way a stranger.
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Twin Gods Thank You. (Little Event) LET'S GET PRAYING, EVERYONE!

Who would join me at the Twin Gods to do a prayer event?

See how many deer we can get praying at the Gods at once? Like a big thank you to M&A for putting all of this together for us this Halloween. You all know they have done a lot for us and we all are grateful, I am sure.

Join Iphea in a prayer at the gods if you would like.

Date: 11/3/11
Time: 19:00 or 7:00pm EST

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I would request that as many people as possible take screenies to post in The Prayer Event Screenshots Thread along with your personal thanks to Michael and Auriea for this year's events.

Anyone who can attend is welcome. I hope to keep this going most of the evening if possible.

(Appologies for not being able to do all this last night. Sad )
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Costume Upload (Mostly non-TEF) Happy Halloween!

Well, everyone, here is that costume I was supposed to show you. On me, so you can see me for the first time, even if the vid. is crap.

I put this in the Miscellaneous category because it has very little if nothing to do with the community, other than deer....

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