Stole from Zerg XD

(x) You were bullied a lot in your childhood
(x) You adore pasta, pizza, cheese, and fruit.
( )You're very happy-go-lucky
( ) You constantly have a dozy look on your face as if you're always away with the fairies
( ) You have a long curly strand of hair that always tends to stick up
(/) You're a good artist
(x) You can be clumsy
( ) You have a friend you always depend upon if you mess up something (Not many close friends in person.)
( ) If your life was in danger, you would do the typical Italian thing and say: "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I HAVE RELATIVES IN YOUR COUNTRY!"
( ) You would surrender in a war situation

(3.5/10) for North Italy

South Italy (Lovino/Romano Vargas)

( ) You love tomatoes
( ) You tend to say "goddamn" and "bastard" a lot
( ) You tend to get irritated easily
( ) You have a long curly strand of hair that always tends to stick out
( ) You hate French people
( ) You rely on people too much
( ) You would surrender in a war situation
( ) You often feel like people are after your inheritance
(x) You are lazy at times, and you are horrible at cleaning

(1/10) for South Italy

Germany (Ludwig)

( ) You're very stoic and serious
(x) Sausages are your favourite foods.
( ) You like to walk dogs/your dog.
( ) Your boss/principal/tutor/home-room teacher is a nut-case.
(x) You love rules and think they should always be followed to
(x) You think the world would be better if everyone played by the rules
(x) You work very hard...

While sitting in my car waiting for time to go to work, I listened to the first track of a CD I got from my trip to the Grand Canyon. The band is called Burning Sky and they are native flute music. While listening, my mind wandered, I saw the desert we visited in Arizona and New Mexico on the trip, and saw a creature running endlessly. Not a deer, pronghorn, or goose...but a coyote.

What was he trying to tell me as I watched him run? He was not hunting or pursuing anything, just running through the wild desert.

I remember hearing once that the coyote was a storyteller much like myself. Maybe another totem of mine like the deer and goose...

I later got to meet him while having time to think at work. He sat on a small hill, waiting for me. I asked, "What do you represent?", and he replied with a riddle, "What do dreamers do?"

I stupidly answered, "Dream?"

He chuckled and said, "Clever, but no. They aspire."

"So you represent aspiration?", I asked him.

"Bingo.", he replied. "I know you have the generosity of the deer and the loyalty of the goose, but do you have a coyote's aspiration?", he asked me. Before I could answer, he turned and jumped off of the hill, running quickly into the distance.

I will dream of him again tonight and see if he has any more words or clarification for me, but I'm curious about him. I've had totems come and go before - snakes and dolphins for the longest protected me before I found goats and deer. Maybe the coyote is another protector.

In any event, I do lack aspiration. He is absolutely right, and maybe this was a wake-up call to do my best to get my goals done.



He was telling me to aspire.

(Trade-ish thing for EternalWanderer. Info here)

A lone leaf was carried by the wind.
Orange in hue, it lived a beautiful life
As a part of a noble tree.

Descending, it felt the breeze
Carry it to the great pond,
Past the main body and to the Bridge.

There, it landed in a gentle manner
On top of a lily pad
That cradled the traveler and gave it rest.

There I watched as the leaf
Created ripples in the water
That distorted my reflection as I looked over.

And much like the leaf and the lily pad,
I wait for my friend to come,
So I, too, may cradle him at his journey's end.

WIP information of Iugulare, Anirapio, and Nekumbra. Semi-complete, may add more later.


Click the picture above for additional artworks of the Deadly Trio

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Iugulare

Name Meaning - "To cut the throat" in latin

Gender - Female

Species - Otherworldly infection, she prefers the shape of a stoat

Eye Color - Grey

Body Color - Dark grey with a white belly, or sometimes just fully dark grey or black. It is unknown why the colors in her infection change.

Physiology - Weasel-like shape, her body is gelatinous as she is an infection. She has whiskers on her face, thin and sleek body, small paws, and a long tail.

History - She was summoned from a distant world by accident, and soon the guardians of nature (talux) were soon killed off one by one by Iugulare. Quad learned that he was a powerful winged deer called the Grand Talux, and it was his duty to fight Iugulare and save the world from total infection. Quad and Iugulare fought, Quad nearly defeated when the stoat devoured him, but he broke free and used his light abilities to severely weaken Iugulare. She retreated and began to regrow, seeking aid in her quest for domination...

Personality - Iugulare despises others. She sees anyone as a possible minion, seeing them as weak-minded. She shows no remorse when infecting others. She considers her minions to be disposable, and her ultimate goal is to spread her infection around the world. She is observant, often looking for weaknesses in others, and is very chaotic in nature.

Not my artwork in any way, but I felt like sharing this with you all



For those who feel alone,
For those who feel unwelcome,
For those who are hurting,
For those who are crying,
For those who wish things would get better,
For those who wish the world was different,
For those who cannot see their worth,
For those who cannot see themselves clearly,
And for those who are thinking of giving up...

A kiss for you.

Hey guys, I wanted to share this poem my aunt wrote for me. She sent it with a framed artwork of a fawn, and she wrote it after I wrote The Grey Rhino and The Golden Hare. The deer represents me, the cardinal represents my aunt, the owl is my mom, and the hawks represent my cousin and uncle who are also grieving over Mason's loss.

You might remember my aunt from our Bellingrath Gardens photos



"The Cardinal" by Aunt Les

A cardinal flew blindly through the forest screeching in agony over a recent tragedy. The cardinal knew not where it was going - it was in a flight of panic. Out of the foliage a beautiful stag stepped and called to the frantic bird. "I'm here" he said, "Come sit on my antlers and I will comfort you."
As the cardinal sat, awed by the points on the stag's rack, the deer stepped back into the greenery as to shield the bird from prey.
"The Owl has told me of your plight and I am here to tell you a story - a legend about a golden hare and a great grey rhino." As the deer shared the story the cardinal cried as she had never cried before. "I'm here" he said, "and you can stay in this forest with me forever if you want to, but you have others who need you too. A gentle young hawk is searching for you, and so is his father." The cardinal, not quite so panicked now, knew that one day her heart would heal. However, she learned that day that her protectors would always be near.

(Trade-ish thing for SnowSauria. Info here)

"Run run run!!"

Calf's legs carried her as fast as she could go. Past the barns and silos, following a group of startled cows. What was wrong with their faces? Why couldn't she recognize them?

What were they running away from?

Calf turned her head to look back where it was coming from. The bulls were over there, she could see their horns, but even they were running and crying out.

And then...

"No!!", Calf sat up, her heart racing.

The Endless Forest...she was in the Endless Forest. The crisp night air breezed past her, a few bullfrogs croaking in the night nearby. The trees were much different than what she was used to, she was still adjusting to them all around, unlike the pastures she lived on before.

"It was that nightmare again...", she said to herself, and laying down, she didn't want to fall back asleep. She had that dream every night, and she seemed to wake up at the same time of the night when she had it.

Her eyes turned to the distance, a light caught her eye. Calf stood and stretched for a moment, then wandered off toward the glow. The magical world was much different than she had ever really experienced. Things she could understand before were now seemingly impossible to explain. How could the deers' fur patterns change so easily? How were they able to grow and change their antlers after eating pinecones? How were they able to have symbols above their heads?

She finally found the place where the glow was coming from. A bright green orb hovered above the Pond, pulsating, moving around slowly. Calf looked for others in the area, but everyone else seemed to be asleep. They had no idea what danger was looming nearby.

Calf had to know. Was this some strange Forest magic, or was it the thing in her dream? She slowly approached, watching the green orb continue on it's aimless path.

I thought I'd make this both for you guys to refer to if you missed anything as well as for me to keep my writing in tabs.

(Trade-ish thing for EternalWanderer. Info here)

"Poor thing...", the does all spoke. Their eyes all watched a lone fawn, wandering without any sense of direction, calling out to anyone. Nobody would approach the little one, they were all too busy with their conversations and grazing. "Her mother will find her...", they would say, or "She's not my problem..."

The fawn was born blind.

She stumbled into a patch of violet flowers, sitting, perking her ears as she listened to the butterflies above flutter. It was one of the few sounds she could recognize so far, and was very soothing to hear. She used the sounds to guide her through the Forest, and she sought shelter under the butterflies when she felt lost.

"Anyone here?", she asked again. The fawn sat and listened. No hoofbeats were coming, no one spoke.

She let out a sigh and sat alone. Raising her head to the butterflies, she said, "I wish I knew what you were, sound."

"Butterflies. They're called butterflies. Don't worry, they won't hurt you, they're very friendly."

The fawn smiled. "Bu...tterflies...", she repeated.

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Lilly sat up, stretching her legs and breathing in the fresh air. She had slept for quite a while under one of the trees, and looking off, she made sure she could see the Pond.

Was he there? She peered into the horizon, hoping to catch the familiar shape of a stag she's been looking for.

He isn't there...

She lets out a small sigh, and turning, she sees a fawn sitting nearby, her head upward, eyes closed. Lilly tilts her head curiously. She had never seen the fawn before, never heard her speak a few moments before.

Hesitantly, Lilly spoke, "Hello there..."

The fawn opened her eyes. There was something odd about those eyes. Lilly tilted her head curiously, "Are you...can you see anything?"

The little one was also hesitant to speak.

A little vent writing inspired by an old Asia song I used to love listening to back when I was obsessed with them.



You open your eyes. You've never seen this place before, sitting up you find yourself on a stone bench in a maze. The walls are old brick, vines and ivy hanging from them. They are very high up, there would be no way to climb up to get a better look around. You see the sky is clear, the air feels crisp like it's morning. You have plenty of daylight to find your way out of this labyrinth.

You start walking down the long pathways. You think you have a sense of direction, but you find a dead end and turn around, retracing your steps as best you can. You walk down another pathway, thinking you're going to find the way out, but you discover the bench you had started at. You realize that you haven't gotten anywhere.

There is something sitting on the bench - an old photo. You must have missed it when you first got up, and picking it up, you see that it is you a few years ago. You were confident, eager to live, ready for any challenge.

What happened? Have you lose that drive?

You put the photo in your pocket and turn around, going back the way you came. You take a different turn this time, following the old pathways, looking for any sign of the exit. You soon find the same bench again, with another photo of yourself. You remember that day all to well...

...something terrible happened that day. You turn your head, you don't want to look at it.