I was running some laps around the forest, and this occured to me...which I guess means the poem is about me. Enjoy ^^

Green

Hoofbeats resound
off of rock and soil,
twist-limbed tree and glassy lake water.

Something green flashes by.

The long grass on the hills,
heavy heads bowed in modesty,
sense the change in the air,
and for a moment, bend passively.

Something green flashes by.

The butterflies, darting
among the prolific flowers,
take for a moment to the air,
scatter as their bloom are brushed aside.

Something green flashes by.

The reflections, at peace
 in the shallows, quiver
 and distort, turning the world
into a strange, rippling place.

Something green flashes by.

The deer, with his head thrown back,
laughing against the wind that snatches
at his his already stolen breath,
runs through his home,
seeing it only for a moment


as all that green flashes by.


Seed's Poetry Collection

I decided to try one more fawn, since I missed out on Beetle's fawnhood mostly. Which leads us to Ell.

Her Pictogram


Ell's gender, while I'm leading towards female, is still up in the air: when I see how Ell interacts and thinks, and who Ell interacts with, I'll make a firmer decision. Ell might remain gender neutral...
Ell's of no set relation to Seed, but would probably like some relations of some sort.

Ell's first jaunt through the forest went well. Ell feels stubborn and spunky. ^^

[=#006400] It's nice being back. Awakening in the bright light of the forest reminded me of its beauty. Perhaps absence does truly make the heart grow fonder.
When I first woke up, I stumbled across some fawns in the ruins. One or two offered to spar me -- and they were just little fawns! After my initial shock (and amusement), I play-fought with them a bit: since Walter's been...gone..., I haven't had anyone to spar with. Most of the fawns scattered as more deer came and joined me. We did some group-wide dancing, followed by sitting, pretending to be idols by the ruins.



a pair of deer (well, it was more like 3 deer, but one of the deer was helping another with his set, and vice-versa at times) helped me get my set back. One of the deer, the one with the grey pelt, and I started goofing off in celebratory ways when we were done. I started really getting excited about that: it was like being around Scape, you know?...which made sense. Seeing as they are apparently related somehow. I don't think that deer was one of the dragonfly deer, but the way tyhey changed places was something I've only seen deer who were related in some way do. I'm sure I'll find out the state off affairs later. I almost always do.

Anyway, after some initial celebratory "it's good to see you" nuzzles, we ended up doing a little bit of dnacing with a group. I think Halogen was there, but it's been a while, and I'm not sure if I remembered his pictogram right.

...Yeah. This is mainly for people who don't read the support forums...but what's been going on while I was away?

I'm going on vacation from early tommorow morning to late next saturday night...I may have wireless, I may not: expect Beetle and Seed to be on sporadically, if at all. ^^

See ya'll next week ^^

I miss my fawnhood: I miss hanging out with Scape all the time, and the times Payton and I were togethor as fawns, not sure of the feelings that would pull us togethor like leaves in the current of a river...I miss the feeling of a big, connected community: I still see it now and again...but for sad things, not happy ones. Maybe it was that desire that set me off trying to do a service nightly. It worked well last night: there weren't many of us, but we had a good time. I would have been happy to have that again tonight.

At first, I figured, well, not many deer were on, but they could get on soon...I don't know who I was fooling. Magnet did a very good job of keeping my company: the two of us waited in the ruins, calling out to deer who, I guess, decided not to listen. I'm hoping that those few found better things to do, rather than there being a misunderstanding. But these things do happen, I suppose... I waited for 10 minutes or so, and when no one other than Magnet or I showed up, I decided I would just walk back to the bridge.

In lighter news, I watched birds near the deermuda today: I liked the feeling of their little claws on my antlers, the bustle of their come and go...there's a poem in there somewhere, I'm sure. I notice that many of the animals in the forest are like the deer who live here...

I'll try tommorow, I'll try tommorow...

((Maybe I should try a different time...))

By deer coming to pay (or play) service to one another...

it's basically, for those who don't know, a big game of simon says held at the ruins. I'm going to try and start one on a nightly basis around 12 AM eastern time zone. For those of you looking and confused for time zone help, Eastern is New York on this site.

This is just a copy of the original thread, of course, but I'll be updating it with links to screenshots from the services.

The First Service:
http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh267/S33dl1ng/611Service/

I'm not 100% sure when I wrote this...I sort of worked on it throughout my day...odd as it sounds, I'm also not sure what I'm really talking about here...I think I may have gotten all metaphorical.

The Fireflies

The fireflies swoop, swerve, and swing
in intricate circles and tenative arcs,
losing and finding one another in the night
across a forest dappled in auroras
made by shafts of moonlight
and the light of stars unseen,
guided only by each other's golden glow.

Seed's Poetry Corner

((I apologize in advance for Seed's emo...but I really do love his pain. It's like the sprinkles of sorrow on the ice-cream sunday of my day. CRY, EMO-DEER, CRY! *maniacle laugh*))


[=#006400] There is something solemn about the night; even without events as bitter and as sweet as tonight's, the night would still be grave. The forest takes its darkness deeply to heart: our pictograms become as beacons, the butterflies give way to fireflies like fallen stars...But this is not what I wanted to say. That's the way it always is, when there's something important happening: I want to look to other things, to let the world empathize with me.

Meet Beetle, my new little fawn. Beetle just went for a first jaunt around the forest -- and Beetle met a few nice deer, and decided that sticking around was worth it.

Now, you may have noticed that I have not yet used a pronoun for Beetle -- and that's because I haven't decided what pronoun would be suitable. I think whether Beetle views him/herself as male or female, and whether I view him/her as male or female willl be determined as he/she grows up, perhaps determined a lot by the deer he/she meets...This is also how I've decided his/her personality will develop: so far, he/she doesn't like a lot of spells being cast at once -- too noisy. But he/she does like dance.

As far as I know, Beetle and Seed are of no relation to one another.

This is Beetle's font color