My computer's being dumb. I might not be on TEF as often as I would like. I still need to finish one of Chenaniah's blogs (from 2/10, I think, lol) and I didn't even get to make one for Valentines Day because I wasn't able to get on. :'C

SOOOOOO... bear with me. :/

EDIT: Fix'd. Now I just gotta' get myself back into the swing of things, and see if this 2 week old blog is worth posting. :/ Well... once school stops being dumb that is.

February 7, 2009
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Chenaniah awoke to warm sun and chirping birds. The night was over. The fawn was gone.

He hadn’t remembered falling asleep. And he hadn’t had any dreams this time. Thankfully. He knew the dream that would be coming soon.



The Blue Bowl was a short distance away. There was no fog hovering over it now. Chenaniah breathed in the sweet scent and trotted over the flowers. The cool petals caressed his side. He lay among them and rested, closing his eyes and concentrating only on the beautiful smells and the warm sun and the singing birds.

Days like this were always the best.

After resting in the shelter of the blue flowers for quite some time, Chenaniah felt the urge to wander. He stood to his feet, shook the leaves and debris from his back, and trotted off.

He was in a pretty good mood, but not good enough to go seek out company. He was just content with seeing where his legs would take him.

He ended up at the playground.

February 5, 2009
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The fawn was growing and learning with each day. Though he really didn’t know if he had any true friends, he considered all the deer in the forest his friends. They were all such fun to play with.

Really, all the animals in the forest were fun playmates. The dragonflies were so fast and colorful. And the butterflies lazy and joyful. The squirrels loved to run and jump. The frogs were funny, sometimes they just couldn’t make up their mind. But the birds. Oh how the fawn loved the birds.

The fawn loved exploring, but the Birch Forest seemed like the best place to be. Everything was so warm and happy there. And the grass was good for hiding in. And the trees were sometimes so alive it was like they were dancing. It was the birds’ favorite place.

The Birch Forest was a good place to be when one wanted to think. The mind liked to wander there. And thought it was lonely, one could never really be alone. And it was almost impossible to be sad there. But the fawn had never tried. He didn’t like being sad.

The fawn also liked to sing. The Birch Forest was good for that too because not many people could hear you. And sometimes, the fawn was embarrassed when he sang. His voice was still a bit squeaky, and sometimes he sounded funny. But he couldn’t help it. He just loved to sing!

There were not many things the fawn hated. But… there was one thing he didn’t exactly like.

The pond.

The fawn didn’t know why. Maybe it was the dark water or the crying trees and the crying statue. Why did they have to be so sad all the time?

He liked to visit the fish there. And he really loved playing with the dragonflies. He liked to plop into the water and turn into a frog, thought sometimes he was a little afraid of swimming in the deep water. He liked standing on the bridge and he liked to jump back and forth over the stream. A lot of deer liked it there. There were always deer at the pond. Whenever he wanted to play with a deer, he would just visit the pond!

But…

It always made him feel uneasy.

Maybe when he was older he’d understand.

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The dreams had gotten clearer each night. More real. The gods were taking him back, showing him something. Why did they torture him like this? He knew what dream would come soon. He knew it. He knew it well. Why did they have to let him go through it again?

These things weren’t dreams anymore. They were nightmares. Terribly realistic nightmares.

January 28, 2009
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The little fawn quickly discovered that the only way to change his color was for other deer to do it for him. And he must do it to other deer. It was the way things worked. Selfishness was not allowed in this forest.

He often practiced his magic. He loved to zip by deer and quickly change their color, trying to surprise them with the amazing gift. Unfortunately he would often trip over his own hooves and ruin the surprise.

He found that you could also give masks to deer… and even antlers! Oh, how he loved antlers. They were like carrying two great trees on your head! And the fawn loved trees. Especially those skinny white ones in the sunny part of the forest…

Yes, it was fun to cast magic on other deer. And even more fun when it was cast upon you, though the fawn only had this pleasure once in a rare while. He didn’t mind. The forest was enough to keep his little mind distracted. He was easily distracted.

One day he found a big herd of deer gathered around a tree. They were quite large deer… and a bit intimidating. Especially when they were all crowded together like that. Sometimes deer didn’t notice the smaller beings at their feet. What if he was stepped on?

He puffed up his chest and strolled into their group. He looked up at the grown-up faces. They were talking and laughing amongst themselves. Did they notice him? He didn’t care… he was in the grown-up group now!

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Something cold touched Chenaniah’s ear. His ear flicked as he opened his eyes.

The land was whitewashed in a chilly mist. Small snowflakes fell softly to the ground. Chenaniah shivered. The cold snow didn’t register well in his memories.

(WORK IN PROGRESS. I apologize for unnecessary bumping ]:)

[center]Name
Chenaniah (Chen or Chenan for short)

Gender
Stag

Picto
Looks like a sword pointing downward or a letter opener

Set
Argus pelt
Starling mask
Large curly white antlers (not sure of name)

Color
#FF6633

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I split everything up into separate blogs. D: I really need to learn to delete my pictures. .___.

Close-Ups and Candids

Chenaniah's Wanderings

House's Frivolities

Forest Scenery and Banners


(HAY, can someone tell me how to make thumbnails? The way I'm doing it isn't working so I figure I'm doing it wrong. :/ )

January 27, 2009
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The fawn giggled as blue smoke tickled his ears. He was white! What a pretty color! Maybe now the other deer would play with him. He began to run and jump, trying out his beautiful pelt, when suddenly…

The white was gone.

He was caught mid-jump and tumbled to the ground. Had the statues taken the white back? He returned to the statues and bowed again.

Soon he realized that the statues would only give him the white for a while. It was a gift and they could decide what to do with it. He wondered. What else could the statues do…?

He became white over and over again. As far as he knew, it was the only way to change his pelt. And when he did it, he looked like a dove. And he liked doves.

Suddenly, there was a large deer beside him. The fawn froze.

It was a beautiful dappled stag. Like nothing the fawn had ever seen. The stag bent down his head and suddenly everything was on fire! His whole world was filled with light and a high-pitched tingling noise.

When the light cleared he noticed his legs. They were blue! The stag had painted him!

The stag bowed and ran off while the fawn stood there frozen in wonder.

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Chenaniah sighed. Maybe this dream was a sign. When he was a fawn, he had longed for those pretty pelts. The only way to get them was other deer. He needed other deer.

No.

Not after what they did.

But…

But that had been so long ago.

January 26, 2009
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The fawn soon found that he could run and jump with his long, gangly legs. Oh what a thrill! The wind in his face! He was flying. Just like the birds. Of course, he stumbled over himself many times, but he would always arise with a laugh and try again. He was a stubborn little fawn.

In his journey of discovery, he first came across a pond. The water was deep and dark. Maybe a little scary…

But the trees were pretty. They looked sad, though… why should they be sad?

Noises turned his ears. Three shapes in the distance. They looked like him but… bigger. With big branches on their heads. One was black with swirly designs. How pretty! The fawn looked at his own pelt with envy. Would they play with such a tiny, gangly, boring-colored fawn?

The fawn watched them for a while, but when the deer didn’t approach, he continued his exploration of the forest. The birds were more fun to play with anyway…

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Another dream ended. Another day begun. Chenaniah opened his eyes, but stayed in his curled-up sleeping position. Somehow, he always felt much safer that way. Often he would lay down and hope they would suppose he was asleep…



Two days of hindsight had given him a different perspective of his last “adventure” in the forest. Different emotions, different feelings. Tangled like overgrown willow leaves. Must he sort through them all?

January 24, 2009
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The fawn had just arrived in the Endless Forest. No one knew where he came from. He couldn’t remember a mother or a father. The first thing he saw was the leaves high above him, and the birds hopping from branch to branch.

The birds.

When he got up, he looked at himself. A lovely halo floated above his head. It was his name. He looked at his gangly legs and his creamy speckled fur.

“What am I?” The words came from his mind and out of his mouth. Fascinating.

Everything around the fawn was new and beautiful. He began to slowly walk through the forest, passing the tall trees one by one. There were birds in those trees. They sang such sweet songs.

“Let me sing too!”

And the fawn sang with the birds.

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Chenaniah blinked as the dream faded. He hadn’t had one as clear or as joyful in a while. The memories… they were so real. And on such a day as this, the warm sun shining, the birds more cheerful than ever before, he really did feel like a fawn again.

So with a spring in his step, he trotted off towards… well, he didn’t really have a destination in mind. Today was a day for slow walking. Or for leaping. Whichever felt best at the moment.



Strange how emotions could change overnight. What a fickle thing, the brain.

A few birds swooped low to sing, or to attempt to land on his bobbing antlers. Chenaniah laughed at their antics. He began to slow his pace so that the birds could take hold. Soon he looked like a parade float… or a walking tree. His antlers had become a playground, and the birds were the playful children. He shook his head and they all flapped their wings to regain their balance, chirping angrily. He laughed… and the birds eventually forgot their frustration.

I didn't want to riddle my blog with endless memes and quizzes... but I want to try out the colors/character of Chenaniah and House. SO. HERE GOES.
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-----Who are you?-----
...my... my name's Chenaniah. Where am I?
I AM A HOUSE.

-----Do you have any brothers or sisters?-----
I have one younger brother named Ialu. But I don't see him that often anymore...
Um, lol, I don't know? 8/

-----Do you have a mate?-----
Oh no, definitely not. I'm not... not mate... material. *blushes*
lol, sillies, I'm just a fawn. 8D

-----Do you have any kids?-----
HRK...NO. Though... I do love playing with kids...
LOL SILLIES I'M JUST A FAWN. D8<

-----What is your favorite food?-----
It never occured to me that we should eat much in the forest. As we all appear to be immortal deer, I don't think we... need food. Though I do enjoy the occasional pine cone.
LOL CHEN YOU ARE SO BORING. I like meh some BOOBERRIES.