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[i][=#A880D0]Hum.





Who is this interesting fellow, seeking me out and greeting me?
I can see that he seems like no ordinary deer, for his tail is long like a snake's... But I am thinking he is kind, to be sure.
A new friend!





These butterflies, how lovely they are. Though perhaps that is to be expected, for everything in this forest seems to be beautiful. But oh, what fun this is, romping about with a new friend! He tells me his name is Queze. Hum, Queze! A lovely name, to be sure.





What's this? A ring of mushrooms! Do faeries dwell here too? I have heard tales that if you step inside a faeryring and sleep within it, strange and magical things would happen. Of course, there being the possibility of something malicious happening, I feel little urge to test these tales.
I am curious, and as I inspect the faeryring, Queze is very confused. "I am a stranger to this forest," I explain to him.





Close nearby there is a large group of deer, frolicking and busily moving about. I watch them and I cannot help but feel that perhaps I am unwelcome, being a stranger and all. Queze, kind fellow that he is, invites me over to join the group, but I shake my head and plant myself down on the ground to watch. Queze comes over and sits with me even though he could have joined the group. Hum, how selfless! It is comforting not to have to sit alone, to be sure.

Bumping so more can see.




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Who is this little fawn, coming to greet my sleeping form? What a dear. So young and sprightly - there he goes, dashing up the hill! Ah, I remember when I was a fawn...





My, but this stream's water is good and clear! It is lovely and fresh. Though I wonder, is the only reason for this statue to cry to supply water? I cannot help but wonder why he mourns... Hum, but I am grateful towards him, regardless. Such clean water I have not tasted since the age before the floods...





Oh, and the grass is delicate and soft, so tender! What a wonderful place this stream is. I do think I am quite fond of it now.
Even those lovely little red flowers are here. How sweet.





What is this?! A bridge! Of all things. But this must be a human thing... This is all very odd. Perhaps humans were indeed once here.





Ah, but this water-lily is a jewel. Hum, see how it glows upon the water! I sniff it and it is sweet-smelling. How beautiful. This forest is filled with beautiful things. In fact, I have yet to see something dead, like a wilted flower. Hum...





And all streams lead to larger bodies of water, they say. And here, here is a pond, to be sure. A magnificent pond, hum!

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[i][=#A880D0]I wonder if this forest shall be different than my home.
Well, these red flowers are pretty, to be sure. It was lovely sleeping among them.
Now... I remember traveling here, but... hum, who am I again?
Oh dear. Have I forgotten my own name? How odd.


Well... I suppose for the time being I will call myself the Hat Lady. For, surely, the hat I wear on my head is not a usual occurrence for deer... Three peacock feathers, stuck into violet felt, folded at the brim.
Hum. The Hat Lady. I am quite fond of it, now.


Perhaps I ought to explore this new forest. I can hear faint sounds, the sounds of others...
Pah, I am a silly Lady, to be sure. Why, where has my confidence gone? Hesitant to approach others? Silly me. But I am a stranger, and it will surely seem odd if there are some specialties or procedures here that I know nothing about, and I approach, clueless. Hum, being a stranger is quite difficult.





My, what is this? Ruins of a castle? A church? A fortress? In my old forest the deer would call it "human"...
An interesting structure, to be sure.
More of those lovely red flowers grow around a tilted piece of these ruins. I think I will rest here a slight bit; I seem to still be worn from my travels.





Oh dear, the sun's getting quite hot! I suppose it's time for me to go into the trees again. Hum, I wonder what I'll find next? This forest is a very beautiful place; almost magical. I see little mushroom circles dotting the ground, and patches of sweet little purple flowers...

Bumping so more can see. Forgive me!
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Sorry for bumping; edited a bit
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The memories lay beneath the dust, covered by the sandy soil and the pine needles...



They had once been golden, shining bright, but now, beneath the dust, they were dull and pallid...



For the doe who bore them had sunk beneath the earth, as well; her crusted face laid against the dirt, crushing what little brightness there was left in the memories...



She sank deeper and deeper, pushing the memories and herself further and further away...



But then he came, her beloved warrior in bones, who pulled and helped her onto her feet...



He uttered four words, just four little words. And the sweet little words called upon the rain...



The rain soaked and washed the dust away. The rain polished and stroked the memories, and returned the brightness to their shells...



The memories split, and from their depths rose the fresh golden stalks of Now, beautiful and strong...



For the first time, the doe opened her eyes to the beauty of the world, saw herself, and saw that she, too, was beautiful...

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I woke knowing this day would... not be a good day...
I wandered, hither about...
...so alone...




I found Miss Cirrus, laying in a bright patch of goldenrod... Slumbering so peacefully, warmed by the sun...



I wondered if I could approach her, a friend... but... I was afraid... Why?... Afraid of a friend?...
...ridiculous...it hadn't been like this before... before I saw the- nevermind...
Yes, I was alone.

I ran about madly, trying to shake off this good-for-nothing feeling, but alas...



...tears ran down my face...



Good-for-nothing. Yes, I.

See how I am alone. See how no familiar faces greet me, warm me, comfort me... make me smile, make me laugh...

Smiling, laughing?... It all seems so far away, now... All that's left are dusty memories...

Memories... Memories! Smiles, nuzzles! Dancing and leaping, frolicking in the grass! Bright lights, happy sounds, soft voices, gentle touches!...
...fading...



I wandered aimlessly... no destination, no purpose...
...a hermit... a waif, a flicker of mist...
There was no Riptail today, sitting by his tree...



I found a sleeping stag, laden with candles, in the long grass...



Seeking something, anything, I approached. Perhaps I could lay quietly beside the stag, and have what warmth he could give...
He shuddered and woke. I fled.

Well, Olive and Chime decided to have some closeup fun today!


Olive: AHH it's a camera D8
Chime: :<


RAWR! >D


Olive: ...
Chime: ...rofl


Olive: GASP I see fawns!!
Chime: ...?


Chime: GASP I see them too!
Fawn: *smug look*


Fawn: *falls over*
Olive: OH NOES


Olive: Look! Two feet!


Olive: ...fail


Chime: OMG D8
Olive: ...*goes flying*


And then Giant Fawn decided to strut across and knocked Olive over in the process.


Olive: owie... ;_;
Chime: Hey, the fawn's gone...


Olive: ...owie...
Chime: MAGICAL LIGHT OF HEALING


Olive: ...*dies*
Chime: o_o I DID NOTHING


Olive: >:( shame on you, Chime!
Chime: ...-sit-


Olive: Ah- ah-


Olive: -CHOO!
Chime: OW


Chime: It's the Giant Fawn again! 80

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Rain... Oh, rain...
The coolness and calm of it washed over me, helping to hide the thoughts of... never mind.
I lay there, my eyes closed, simply enjoying the wet drops sliding down my face and body. I did not really want to wake and stand... I was so tired, both mentally and physically, for I had been running far too much lately, and... never mind.

Something, oh, something is horribly wrong... Please, rain, keep it away...



Even when the fawn approached and lay by me, I took no heed and lay there still.
Perhaps it was comforting to have the young little fawn, innocent and pure, sit by my side.
Alas, soon it trotted off...
Sighing, I heaved myself up, slipping on the wet grass. I listened for any deer of interest - and found miss Cirrus upon the Bridge, alone with tears on her face...

Why do you cry, miss? The sky joins you as you sit alone...



I heard the voices from a group by the Pond... Wudiin, the White Hart, the Stag of the Moon, dead, gone forever. It was shocking... I had met him only once, but he had been kind to me, and he had held a great story upon his tines. Another death... What was happening to this Forest of ours?...
Rest in Peace, White Hart... I thought with sorrow as I gazed at the shimmering Pond... and I turned back to miss Cirrus.

Art thou... art thou lonely?...



All alone she was, and I hated to see one alone. I know loneliness, and it is one of the worst pains...

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I awoke with the thoughts of yesterday still sharp in my thoughts... Poor Hania... Why had I acted so horribly? He had only been playing with an innocent fawn...
Why did I want so much attention?...
I felt horrible. Wicked. Cruel, black-hearted...
Shaking meandering worries aside, I rose to my feet and listened. Alas... No familiar scents were about. Involuntarily, tears welled in my eyes. I felt them roll silently down my cheeks, cold and shocking, and my mind reeled from a sudden buckle of loneliness. I staggered, side grazing a birch tree as I stumbled...



I saw deer in the distance... They were casting spells. Laughing. Laughing...



A wave of desolation crashed through and sent me scrambling for air and footing. I ran...
All alone...



Images flew through my eyes; blood, bright on the ground. So red. Bright in the fur of raging stags... does...
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Fawns...
Sobs broke free form my throat as I sought for anything other than those images. Paavo. Hania. Warm moments, touches, voices... All the faces I loved...
Fading faces. Shyla, so far away.
I sobbed again. It was too much. I ran for the only place I could think of where I could perhaps rest my mind... The Hill. Yes, the Hill...



There was another deer there. I crumpled to the ground, but staggered on...
I recognized a scent; Seed. A good friend. I ran for him. Perhaps he... he...
He was with another...
Afraid to move closer, I shivered by a tree. What was happening to me?...

Hi. xD; Um. Yeah. afdsfad this is my first time making an rp blog so don't murder me please xD but I'd love to rp with some people that know my deer or would like to get to know them.

My deer are:

Plumeria - antlered doe with flowers, striped pelt, and golden butterfly mask; cheerful and friendly, but hides a tragedy concerning her beloved behind smiles (if you ask her she can tell you, she's not amazingly sensitive about the topic or anything); she just returned from a journey into the Ghost World. Brother is Olive.

Olive - stag with poppies, orange pelt, and carnival mask, not so heavily built; sometimes very playful and silly, though usually quiet; has the ability to communicate with plants/flowers/trees. Sister is Plume.

Clavier - beautiful young doe with very curly butterfly antlers, golden pelt, and striking tear-like marks on her face along with some other markings above her eyebrows and on her antennae; bright blue eyes; terrified of strangers/many things and most likely to bolt if you come too close without greeting; her past haunts her and she is weak emotionally (negative view of herself). Has no connection with Plume and Olive.

So I'll start off, I guess. Past tense preferred.
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Plumeria lay in the soft grass, chewing thoughtfully on a small mushroom. Giving a little sigh, she gazed around at the Forest - her wonderful, warm, living Forest, where there was dazzling sunlight and the cry of fawns and the laughing sounds of life dancing on the sparkling Pond.