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-The Ninth Month-

It's been nine months...

Important note to MiniDeer concerning the current 3.4 release:

Sluggs wrote:

De Drinkplaats seems to be working well now! I went inside the circle as a bat and came out as a bat! (In the last one, when you went inside the circle as something other than a deer, you'd come out as a deer)




This breaks the glitch that is used to put pelts on mini-deer..


EDIT

ToT wrote:
The glitch caused problems with loading the appearance.

We'll try to make the mini-deer accept pelt changes in a future version. I agree that this would be nice. But it shouldn't require a glitch. It should be implemented officially as a feature.



Wait--

They don't love you like I love you...


















Hi.. :x

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It was early.


Much earlier than usual and he was wide awake, with a kind of ill dizziness in his step. Light feet padded the cool carpet of the plush rug that stretch the hall and a small, young hand trailed fingers over the grain of the wall.

He turned left, down another corridor. Then, another left and a right, passing countless other doorways that led to opulent rooms. How many were there? He’d lost count.

The boy picked up his stride, a brisk walk, now, and short wisps of red hair danced at his cheeks. As he traveled, his eyes wandered over the lavishness of the home he was trekking, over the walls and their skillfully engraved borders, to the frames that hugged rich, heavy doors. He loved his place. He loved it like he loved its lord, one of the only two he entrusted his heart to.

One of only two he could ever feel truly responsible for.

He was almost there.

Like a child, he entered the room, humbled by its size, its immensity. Of all the rooms in the great home, this one had to be the absolute most impressive. Walls that stretched high as cliffs, all lined with books and numerous other shelves within the room held many, many more. Countless. There had to be a book for every star that dotted the night sky.

Paces away was a desk- a study, just as grand in scale as the room that housed it and the man that governed it. Behind the desk was a tall, comfortable chair. Dark, earthy suede covered its every inch and where it didn’t, there was solid, polished wood that was intricately and masterfully carved to depict scenes from a history long past. Seated in it was a man, equally tall, finely muscled, and boasting the purest white of complexions. His head and shoulders were draped with tresses of silky black hair.

He didn’t avert his eyes from a thick book that was balanced carefully in one palm.

[I see you..] Mizaru [..with my ears.]

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-Repose-

Nothing but noise, here..









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.. Sunlight.. [Tyerk] .. on my back..

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