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IM BACK BABEH!!!

Two pale eyes stared blankly at the one before him.

Two black eyes stared back.

"Vessel... Have those always been there?" Fulu cocked her head, making her green feathers sway a little. Vessel cocked his in return, unsure of what she meant. He blinked his confusion, and she responded. "I think I see pupils or something. But I remember them being all white."

Fulu stepped a little closer, which made the small stag draw his head back. "Hold still you, I just want another look..." she muttered. Vessel tried his hardest to stay in one spot and keep his eyes clear. He blinked several times. "Huh... Maybe it's just me..."

The tan stag huffed, lowering his brow in disapproval.

A few feet away, Skokey stood next to Fenqua. Although, Fenqua was edging away a little while Skokey sneezed and sniffled. Another cold it seemed. He got them a lot. Skokey fumbled his way over to the two, "You know," he began drowsily, "love and stress can do weird things to you.. Maybe Vessel is getting eyes.."

Fenqua followed him and retorted, "Being sick can do some weird things too. You better get to bed early tonight." She leaned her head against him, and he sniffed a few times in response.

"Fine..." He muttered, his voice severely muted by his illness. He stumbled back to the slab and plunked down on the ground.

"Fulu, maybe you shouldn't stand so close?..." Fenqua said, almost innocently.

Fulu made a little squeak of embarrassment and backed away, letting Vessel lower his head back to a comfortable level. He shook his head, letting his ears flap around limply. He bowed suddenly, and turned to leave.

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"So... strange..."

Vessel kept his head down to the little view above a young stags head. So many images flooded through his mind, giving off endless amounts of information. Vessel's breath quickened as the sequence became more violent, and soon he threw his head back.

sorry i havent been on in a while, computer troubles >_< we had an away game yesterday and the way there took TWO HOURS. i had fun, but dang it was late...

so, through lack of sleep and many hours spent watching Freakazoid (<3!!) ive come back. anything happen that i missed? please tell me, otherwise ill have to go through ALL THOSE BLOGS...

lol

sooo... my mom got a new computer

hopefully itll be nice to me and let the Forest run again. apparently dad will just put everything from her old computer back to her new one. so you know what that means?

i dont have to collect all my sets again!

that would be a serious pain to do, considering a lot of them involve Halloween items. Fulu has one... Vessel has one... Q has one... Skokey has two, i dont know how he got away with that...

OOH! lets be fun and see how many sets i have!

Key antlers, Butterfly pelt, Golden Butterfly mask.
DotD pelt, Candle antlers, Long mask.
Secrecary Bird pelt, Peacock antlers, Magpie mask.
Crying mask, Striped pelt, Secretary Bird antlers.
Noh mask, Kabuki pelt, Butterfly antlers.
Crying mask, Nightfall pelt, Butterfly antlers.
Zombie antlers, Peacock pelt, Forest God mask.
Real Deer antlers, Orange pelt, Forest God mask.

and then theres...

Dove/Squirrel...
and Zombie...
and just Candle antlers...

omylol... i have a lot of spelldata XD

i guess im kinda happy. my troubles in life seem to be clearing up, little by little. it makes me feel better. a lot better

i hope by sometime this week or next week, i shall see you all in the forest again

with <3,
DK

"Your face, Vessel, is one I wouldn't call... handsome." Skokey remarked, studying the tan stag infront of him. "However, your situation is pretty cool. I didn't know you were a ladies man."

Vessel twitched an ear as he let Skokey speak, unable to retaliate. It was true, his face was rather strange. He had no need for a mask, it was already fairly decorated. Darker streaks lined his cheeks, eyes, and nose, in a kind of "M" shape. His peachy skin blended perfectly into his tan pelt, red scribbles forming from the backs of his ears down to his rump, and turning down into his back legs. He blinked his blank eyes. No pupils, no iris, just white. That's all there was, and all there needed to be. He wasn't blind, though. He had remarkabley sharp vision.

Besides his face, he looked completely fine. His tan and red fur was a perfect form of the Kabuki pelt. His antlers were sleek and black, flowing back horizontally, and perfectly rounded at the ends. The only oddity of his form were the two blue triangular jewels lodged in his shoulders. The same jewels found on the Kirin pelt, passed down from his father. Other than his antlers, those were the only thing really tying him to his parents. They glistened in the pinkish sunlight as the sun sunk lower and lower.

Vessel defiantly scratched something into the dirt. "I realize my face is not the best. It is scarred and marked, with droopy blank eyes. I don't need you to tell me that."

Skokey let out a chuckle, "Sorry, you told me to be honest. You should consider getting a real Noh mask if you don't like your face so much."

Vessel wiped off what he wrote before and scribbled curtly, "I have. I don't want to."

i dont think ill turn this into something huge. i just needed to write. i have no inspiration for Fluttering Feathers as of yet. too many personal things going on :<

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The sun shone through a huge canopy of orange and gold. The leaves of the Eternal Autumn forest in their natural colors glimmered with fresh dew, and a little frost. Natural Autumn was right around the corner, leaving the warm Summer days behind. Few fallen leaves littered the forest floor, making an odd contrast. The reds and golds of the trees firmly digressed from the green undergrowth of the ground.

A familiar stag wondered through this forest. His blue and green pelt stood out from the dull, warm colors of the leaves. His giant red antlers awkwardly menuevered around the lower branches. He furrowed his bushy eyebrows at the familiar scents and sights. This was his home. The home of Hobward.

Of course, he never wanted anyone to call him that. Not after the tragic mishaps of his past. His one taste of true love, crashed to the ground in a bloody feast, and the massacre that happened shortly after. A massacre so taboo to his kind, he had to leave alltogether. It pained him so, to leave his family, his friends.

But of course, he could not have memory alone. An eternal crown of hatred was forever planted in his skull. Giant, towering red antlers, never to be shed, and constantly straining his neck. The thorns sticking out snagged onto low branches, often leaving him stuck for a few minutes. He thoroughly hated his antlers, but they were his curse, and his punishment.

what is this, the third one ive had? i really miss my forest...

kay, so, in my dream, Mom's computer still "worked" (like, how it did before it died). somehow i managed to get on the Forest, but for some reason i was a fawn, and i had a permanent DotD pelt on. it was REALLY glitchy too. and it didnt look anything like the Forest.

same graphics, but dang... this was just awesome. there were shallow pools of water all over the place, like the purple flowers. there were also a LOT more fallen trees. i sat down in one of the pools and turned the camera around to find a giant hollow log, like the Old Oak, only it was on its side, and kind of going into the ground. the thing looked really cool, i think i should pitch the idea to M&A.

anyway, i kept rotating the camera all around. at some point, the forest became normal and sunny, but at other points, the weather completely changed. and every time i turned it back, the weather was different. first, rain. then, snow. then, snow covered, but no falling snow. i mistook it for foggy spooky and got up. i heard a kind of windchime noise and saw a little snow fall from a low branch. after that, i think it got to foggy spooky.

it was really creepy. like, waaaay creepier than the real fog. there were all these creepy noises constantly going around. but then the computer decided to crash once i got up to dance. i really wanted to dance, but i couldnt.

then i woke up.

my god... that forest was amazing. i should really draw how it looked and show you guys, it was so wonderful.

well, ill leave you to imagine. XD see ya round <3

okay well, good new bad news situation... good news first?

okay, so, me and my ex are really starting to get along. like, reeeaaaally get along. i had a... *ahem* chat with him the other day, and he said something about taking it slow before doing anything. so...

AND, i got kitties! two little adorable kitties! ones black, the others a gray tabby. i get to name the black one <3 theyre soooooo cute, i should put a picture somewhere (im not gonna spam the picture board, however XD)

okay, now for bad news...

moms computer is absolutely shot. sooo... she has to get a new one. that means no more Forest until she gets it, sets it up, and just hope and pray that she gets Windows XP and not Vista... so... heres hoping *crosses fingers*

just thought you guys should know where i am right now. school and sports are eating away at my hours, so, i dont get on as much anymore. sorry bout that XD

honestly, people, way to make someone feel welcome...

i dont care what the circumstances were, i dont like it when my friends are hurt.

go ahead, try to justify yourself. i dont care if you call me names, i dont care if you call me immature. maybe thats what it takes to stay loyal to a friend around here.

i dont usually say anything when this happens, but dammit, its about time i do. now ill just sit back and let everyone start to hate me. *whistles*

Once again I have come before you to tell of my thoughts. You have heard of my latest thoughts, but I have now come to dwell on one specific happening. Of the one who has possibly softened the surface of my cold heart...

Yes, I have seen her, but only once. In all my shame and ignorance, I did not approach her. And in fear and cowardice I fled, for I did not know how to greet one such as her. I looked upon her graceful form as she lept and ran after another. Her pelt, although oddly paired with her mask, shone majestically in the sun, the vibrant greens and blues meshing together. I have seen her pelt on others, but they never wore it so perfectly.

She is quite the beautiful doe. Yet I do not think she realizes. I could have gone to her, shown my respect. But what could a mute such as I do? I cannot speak, she could never understand me. I would only put a blot on my image by going to her. A freak, they said. The word still echoes through my mind as if I were still a fawn. That's what she would think of me. Just a freak.

I have gotten to know her, by other means. I may not be able to speak, but I do know how to write. We have written, and I have found more intriguing things about her. She showed me that not all can be normal. She too is different, she claims to have a curse. My dear, it is not you who has the curse.