Just my way of saying "thank you" for helping me out of stress and depression, and this goes to everyone here, even if you don't even know me. Please listen to the music while you read, it was what inspired this writing.




Listen to my voice. You know me well, you know who I am. I am an animal you created, maybe a long time ago, or maybe recently. I may be a deer, wolf, horse, bird, fish...maybe a fictitious creature, but in that case I'm really a similar animal who lives in this world...you know who I am.

But there is much more to me than you may know. How long ago can you remember? Your childhood? When you were a baby? What about before you were born? No, was that too far back? Well, I remember it well.

You and I are connected, not because I am an idea of yours, but because you are an idea of mine too. You see, I am a real animal who was born the same time you were, and we were bonded together at the time you and I were born. You didn't know me back then, and actually, I wasn't really sure what you were either.

Time and time again, I dreamed of you, learning a little more about you every night. By the time you have given birth to the idea of me, I have discovered you completely. I see you as my guardian, much like you see me as one. Isn't that funny how similar we are?

There are others much like me who are connected to you, too. Though I don't know them, they probably are connected to me, too. Maybe we were all born at the same time.

Listen to my words.

((Art trade for Freyja, info here))

The gates are closed. The door sealed shut. He walked along, hearing others play and laugh, but not joining them. He just kept walking, that's all. He didn't care for their games, and only liked quiet company for the most part. But lately the Forest had been more loud and obnoxious that he just wanted his space and quiet.

Brynhried stopped and sniffed the air. Something had caught his senses, he had a whiff of a smell in the breeze that made him relax a little. Where was it coming from?

North..., his mind told him. He turned and walked out of the Birch Forest, approaching the Pond. Stopping at the waters edge, he breathed in the air once more. It wasn't here, but he needed a drink of water anyway. After cooling his body, he continued north, crossing the old bridge. He enjoyed the feel of the stonework beneath his hooves, the sound it made as he walked across. It was a simple pleasure of his.

The smell was getting stronger, and soon he saw the Old Oak emerge in the distance. He could tell it was coming from there, and as he walked he saw a lone fawn approach him. "Hello, do you want to play?", the fawn asked.

Brynhried stopped and looked at the little one for a moment. "I'm busy.", he replied, and kept on his way toward the Old Oak. That scent had him very intrigued, he had to know what was going on. The fawn tilted her head, and curiously followed the stag.

Brynhried stopped at the base of the great tree. The smell was overwhelming as it filled his lungs, he felt his body shiver in primal delight. He could not resist but to step inside of the shelter the Oak provided and sit, letting himself mellow and fall into a deep trance. The fawn looked in at him, "I thought you were busy. What are you doing in here?"

The stag replied strangely, "Don't you smell it?

I was inspired to make one of these from Zeekii's entry. Enjoy



- I'm 24 (will be 25 on December 30th)
- I was born prematurely, and as a result, was born with a hearing loss
- I have a hearing aid for my left ear
- I'm asexual (I'm not physically attracted to others, but I prefer to get to know them instead)
- Animal spaz, especially hooved and horned/antlered animals, although I like a few carnivores like jaguars and coyotes
- I wanted to be a paleontologist when I was a kid
- I am currently studying geology, and plan to work as a hydrogeologist
- I have a dachshund named Brandy who is my baby girl
- I still sleep with plush animals
- Favorite color is red, but I sometimes associate with blue and green too.
- I love playing video games - favorites include Metroid, Kingdom Hearts, and Halo
- I really enjoy traveling, and want to see the world.
- I love landscapes and scenery
- Music fanatic.

Garbage topic that I'll delete later.

[=1]Why does all this have to be so hard? Why do I feel like an outsider?

I'm not like other guys, who are proud of themselves for how much weed they smoke or how many women they've slept with. I sit there and laugh along with everyone else as they talk about how they can drink a case of beer in one sitting, but mentally I pity them for being so stupid and destroying their body just to impress some girls at a bar.

I don't have any intention on smoking or using drugs. I drink alcohol just a little, but even that backfires on me as just one little shot of whiskey will make me so depressed that I want to kill off my deer and leave the Forest.

I should be happy that I don't make stupid choices that others make, but instead I feel like a shell of a person who has no sense of direction. I just don't see my future.

Yes, I have big dreams and goals. I write about them all the time - I want to give away part of my profits to charity, I want to fix some of the mess that greed and ignorance has created in the world. But I feel like people look down on me because I don't want to keep my money and buy expensive cars, gold jewelry, and a huge mansion like they would. They look at me like I'm a hippie because I want to save the environment.

It took a very long time for me to realize how important that was to me. Things have gotten so out of control with pollution, deforestation, this whole "it's not my problem" attitude that all the people with power in the world has.

I have no aspiration. I let people use me for their personal gain instead of doing my own things that would benefit me. I feel like I just can't say no to doing what everyone else wants.

I'm not strong and not smart like everyone else is. I would be the first one to be killed or eaten if I was an animal, because everyone else would live and survive while I'd be the bait.

[Sorry if I don't get the Collector's personality exactly right, but this is worth a shot]

A year has passed, and he had learned so little. Blixt still walked around, looking for something, anything, to spark his memory. He had restless nights, his head was always cluttered, and he was starting to hate the looks that other deer gave him.

He sat by one of the willow trees near the pond, looking down at his own reflection in the water. "Why can't I remember?", he constantly asked himself. Why couldn't he remember the doe he loved, the fight with his rival, the fall that nearly killed him...those memories were so distant in his mind, and yet he had the slightest clue about them. He knew he had a past, but couldn't seem to remember...

"The beginnings of the decent to madness...", someone spoke nearby, "...a beautiful sight to see firsthand."

Blixt was startled and stood as a creature stared at him, several faces hanging from his antlers. A skull of a head stared back at him, the eyeholes were as dark and deep as the moonless night. Blixt mustered his confidence, but deep down, the Collector had awoken some primal fear.

"I'm not going insane if that's what you're suggesting.", Blixt said as calmly as possible (though the Collector could tell by his voice that he was frightened).

"Oh? Then why do you linger here?", the Collector asked.

Blixt relaxed a little, "I...", he tried to say, but fell deep into his own thoughts. He wasn't even sure himself. He stared at his own face in the pond, no answers coming to him.

"Foolish one, the answer you seek is right before you.", the Collector said, approaching the water and looking at his own reflection. "Perhaps you should look at your true face."

Blixt shook his head, "This is my true face.

Inspiration, and a little from this too

He stood before the world, staring deep with newborn eyes. The land was scarred, burning, withered, and dying...

Things were much different, a long time ago. The land was much more beautiful. What had happened was unknown to him, but he lived in the consequences of so many terrible choices.

"Mother...", he spoke, "How could it come to this?"

"It's our burden to bear, my son.", his mother replied. "None of us were the cause, but all of us must suffer."

"It's so unfair...", the fawn said.

"Nothing is ever fair. We live in times where those who live to serve and protect are cast down by those who only care for themselves...", the doe sighed. "Not one soul will ever give itself to save the others."

The words touched her son. He looked upon the crying land, and with deep confidence, spoke to his mother, "I will."

The doe looked to him in shock. "No, my son! You haven't lived your life! You should not be the one to sacrifice for the mistakes of the world."

Her fawn smiled just slightly, "It's okay, mother. I would give my life to see a beautiful world than live in this one."

And as the words were spoken, he rested his body on the ground, closing his eyes and speaking, "Let my life save the world." He drew his last breath and collapsed, his very life drawn deep into the earth. His mother watched as all around him sprung green grass and wildflowers. Trees seemed to shoot up, growing rapidly and digging deep within the soil. The land was transformed within a matter of moments, what would have taken years to do happened before the doe's eyes in an instant.

The naturespark slowed as things seemed to be set in place once again. A lush forest covered the barren land, and soon many other animals arrived to bask in wonder.

The mother herself held her head proudly.

My brother and I did a superhero theme this year. We sadly only got 9 trick-or-treaters, but it was still pretty fun. Here's our pics - I'm Wolverine and my brother is Captain America.

Flaunt your jack-o-lantern(s) here!

This year my brother and I are doing a superhero theme. He will be Captain America and I will be the Wolverine, so here are our jack-o-lanterns:






And for those who missed my jack-o-lantern from last year...



Post yours away!

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One by one, he watched the others fall. He hid in the shadows of a dense jungle, taking quick, panicked breaths. Watching the others from his herd...watching what those flying monsters did to them...

The Achak had a nimble body, slender much like a wild dog, but had small, delicate feathers that lined his body. He had a snout much like an anteater, and similar to the Earthen species, his kind used their long tongues to lick out nectar from the otherworldly flowers on Ibuzon. He had four eyes in total - two large and two small, one of each on either side of his snout. His snout was lined with a few horns that was his species' only means of protection. He had paws much like a cockatiel or a chameleon, used to climb trees and stalks effectively.

But here on the ground, the feet did not help him survive. He was not fast, not even remotely fast as the Daog. The Achak peeked from underneath the massive leaves that covered him. They were still flying around, scanning the ground for him. They knew he was there, they could smell him all too well. The Achak shuddered as he saw their bodies above - sleek, nimble, powerful. He had watched others of his kind become captured by the predators. He had to look away when they literally tore other Achaks apart, stuffing their capture into the belly pouch on their undersides.

He knew that they would find him sooner or later. Their species was far more superior to his in every possible way. What could he possibly do?

The Daog picked up the faintest detection of him, and a few landed into the jungle. They looked around, sniffing the air, hunting with every whiff of the Achak they picked up. Soon, they spread out, some going off away from their prey, others getting dangerously close to him. They didn't spot him, but they knew he was there.

A doe walked down a hidden trail one morning, listening to the birds call overhead, enjoying the gentle fog. As she walked, she didn't realize that she had stepped into a spider's web, knocking it down with her head. Shaking her face to get the fine silk off, she then saw a little spider that looked back up at her. "Why did you destroy my home?", the spider asked.

The doe bowed her head, "I'm so sorry, I never saw it there.", she admitted.

"That's okay. I can rebuild it. But please watch where you are going next time.", the spider said, and starting over, began to create a new web. The doe stayed and watched the spider work, each string of silk being connected in a beautiful form of architecture. She reflected on the spider, who was a creature that often was feared and hated, but here was humble and determined. The doe had much more respect for spiders as the finishing touches were put onto the web.

"Oh, this is a beautiful home!", the doe said to the spider when its work was complete.

The spider rested in the center of the web and replied, "Beauty is always around us. Sometimes we just don't see it until it's too late."