It's Hesh and Voodoo's stag day (one deer split personalities)

Unfortunately for Hesh though Vood' will be let out first. XD He's gonna' party like there's no tommorow at the Zombie Party. Look for him there! Though he's mute so don't expect any talking back. ;]

Voodoo set: Peacock Pelt, Key Antlers, Dotd Mask.
Hesh set: Peacock Pelt, Golden Horn Antlers, Whistling Mask.

Omg Sluggs is filming the party woot my deer get's caught on camera on his stagday. XDDD

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What wonderful timing for a party like this to crop up and be on Hesh/Voodoo's Stag day. :>

Voodoo's Part:

Trying to be seen. XD


More to come once I can edit the ones on my other comp. :3

Coming soon. <3

Prolouge: Mothflight

Cruel tempests ripped through the bushy upper canopy, like a keening mother endlessly searching for the forever lost. Above spread black, below a fine mist that caressed each tree, each twig, each sprig with its icy tendrils. Squealing echoes speared through the dark, 'causing any wandering deer to feel a shiver deep within spine and inner being. Mirrored this was by deep bleats of the great horned owl.

The Great Oak stood proud strong against such gales though, a hollow being. Enraptured by its warmth and comfort a group of deer, as it always occured, huddled atop the soft grass. They formed a queer half-circle, consisting mostly of young fawns blinking away sleep. Eyes of every shade focused on a small figure, frail in stance, yet strong of word.

"You will come to realize this place I speak of is different...Bigger, and beyond any deer's understanding."

Voices quietly protested, mewling like kittens.

"Bigger? Nothing is bigger then the forest."

"How can there be anyplace but here?"

Confusion contorted the outspoken's features, as the small doe looked on calmly.

"Quiet, I do not ask you to believe only listen."

Their lightsource flickered, orange in its soft wavering glow, and heads unanimously turned to glance at a candle adorned stag who lounged along the very edges of their abode.

"I imagine I've heard of your 'world'."

Voice softly floated their way as his eyes, dry dripping red, watched them with what appeared an aloof gaze.

"Yes there are many stories that travel around, Selig."

The bark behind him suddenly fluttered to life, twisting in the form of a small moth attracted by the closest thing to a sun. Its wings had a sheen that mumbled blue as it slowly flexed them atop its new perch, Selig's now stiff ear.

"Mine is no different."


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Yeah I dunno...

Name: Hesh (type of tank ammo)
Age: 16
Gender: Stag
Eye Color: Deep robin egg blue
Hooman Hair Color: Brown
Mask: Whistling Mask
Horns: Gold? Dunno what they be called. :/
Pelt Color: Peacock
Theme Song: None yet
Voice: Undecided
Misc. : Pretty 'buff' or large, has fluffier thicker hair.
Personality: Acts tough, and isn't always teh nicest deer out there. But he's never cruel.

Likes:
-Fights ;] Play of course
-Sleep sliding, makes him feel like a real tank. 8D
-Camo pelt if there was one. XD;

Dislikes:
-Deer causing harm
-Cruel Deer
-Wimps

Backstory:
Nothing big. Just that he has an alter ego. XD Lul like you haven't heard that before. I'll come up with a backstory later...Which I always say.

So tommorow, I start school. Ew right? I know. :/
I won't bore you with my schedule...

As for the plans I mentioned.
Well I've been inspired by Srila and the ideas I have for her. And I plan n writing a story very soon. ^-^ I'm hoping it'll be interesting, I'm going to try to make it interesting. It'll be from her point of view now in the forest describing her life as a human. I don't want to give too much away so yeah...Already did too. XD

No one will read this anyways. o3o


<4
no not <3
<4

lul pun.
-shot-

Anyways I'd like to say:

I'm about to playfully puke a paradox in poetry form. -.-
Yeah and that sentence is some sort of scheme I dont' feel like looking up too.

1 essay down one to go...12 hours.
YOU CAN DO EEEEEET
I'm such an idiot. -self loathes-

EDIT: DONE WOOOOH :>
Craptacular essays are crap. 83

What fun indeeeeeed.<3
Storms are just what a new evil fawn needs. :3

(Soon to upload pics once they decide to load on photobucket -glares-)

Such pretty flowers <3


Epic lake dancing


Closer Epic Lake Dancing



....Not all of it uploaded...More to come someday. ._.

I've decided
That when I feel like it
I'ma write poetry in this blog. x3
TEF related or not...


Live Springs:
(Based on this picture: http://pina-colada111.deviantart.com/art/Life-Springs-95644262)

Death brings only life;
Fertile soils
Wence new sprigs boil
Hideous,
Ugly.
It may seem.
But how can it be?
There's so much to see
Where;
New Life Springs

Hops around too much...Doesn't flow. :/ Haven't written anything just for the joy of it in a while. ^^ So I'm rusty, also that took like 2 minutes. xD -fail-
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How about we all just stop being physisophical about what's going on.

Let the drama queen's (and kings) be so and just let the sleeping dog lay.

K?
K.

WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS
WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS
WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS
(-continues-)

EDIT:
I'm referring to all the blogs saying we should stop being dramalicious btw. XDDDDD Dunno if this was at all confused with any one situation. ^^