[=10] I apologise:

For not doing all the requests and stuff that I gathered over the past year or so. I'll be trying to find those and re-do them. For the fan-art-athon, I have started ( though not yet finished due to reasons that im sure noone will believe and therefor I will not even try to stick them in your brains. ) a small cluster-f*ck of the characters together. It is on paper, so they won't be in good quality but if you live in the UK ( i.e, Scotland, Wales, England or Ireland. ) I will try to mail it to you as a cut out. Perhaps, if my cereal boxes finish soon enough, I'll cut out pieces from that and use the cardboard as a back-up for the flimsy paper. And maybe, just maybe, i'll paint the cardboard part with acrylic paint. Of course, my signiture will be on it, which is a small wolfhead with the word 'howl' going round the neck. ( Howl being my username for most sites. )

Plans:

As said above I do plan to do the cluster-f*ck of pictures that I owe and send some off. Now, I've just applied for a paper round and if I get it im sure I can pay for it without you - nor anyone else, mind you. - having to pay me back for it. In October of this year, the 26th, i'll be fifteen. I'll then apply for a job in Bullfrogs where I will no doubt earn a small amount more than what i'd earn from the paper round. ( I hope. ;___; ) but most of my money will be saved as I am trying to pay for the best part of a horse. ( By best part I mean most of the amount needed to be paid... not its legs, head, hooves... )

The horse is around... hold on, let me find the site. eight hundred pounds. £800. Maybe $1600. Im not sure if english money is doubled to American money, but there you go. ( http://www.horseandhound.co.uk/marketplace/classified/4-details-horses-for-sale_240121.htm FFFFFF- horse<3333 I want to name it Jack Daniels. ;u; )

So, yeah, im sorry but im playing TEF alot more now - well, trying, my computer is riddled with Trojans.

I know this is a kind of personal thing, but I can't find anyone that knows how to help me or give me the confidence to do it. No, im not asking anyone out. I have a boyfriend. No, im not about to ask that boyfriend to do something radical, I just need help with my sexuality. I know what I am, I know im bisexual, I just need to know how to tell my mum.

Mummy is a homophobe. Drunk words are sober thoughts, right? I asked her at a party once what she would do if I was gay and she said; "Kick you out, go and live with your damn father if you wanna be gay." She said go and live with 'your damn father' because I hate my dads wife, not so much the kids he has produced with her, but the wife. I asked then what she would do if I was bisexual, and it wasn't go and live with dad, it was; "I'd probably start hitting you and being a bitch more. Why? are you?" I quickly said no.

I wish I hadn't.

Please, help me come clean to my mum. :c All my friends know because I wouldn't feel right lieing to them, and my boyfriend couldn't care less. Though, he is uncomfortable around Gay Men. Though Bisexuals and Lesbians are apparently 'The hottest thing ever!' and that was the reaction of the boyfriend.

Any ideas?
Tips?
Theorys on how she will react better?

"I...im so sorry... Fawn, do not fear my presence... I merely hate to see a fawn naked and alone. Did you not wonder why I granted you a spotted pelt? Did you not wonder why I sat near you? ...The stag... the nameless... the titleless. He made me fear for you, fawn, I am sorry... please, nameless, leave the fawn be.

I have no pelts to grant you, no masks to place upon your maskless face, no antlers to store upon thy skull. Please, nameless, leave the fawn be. If you wish, chase me, spear me with your antlers, slash me with your hooves! But please, leave the fawn be. Please."

If you're the fawns player, feel free to post here! xD.

Yeah, Vinny cares alot about fawns. He encountered several of them, sleeping alone. He dispises to see them alone, like that. He often wonders were their mothers have wondered off to.

Drawn by me, put up there purely because: I can.

Shenanigans. I call them.

Online | offline

TEF on my computer hasn't downloaded properly. I am hesitating as to wether or not I should download it on my laptop, Its brand new and I don't want anything going wrong with it. I won't be online for a while, so, sorry, I guess.

What's the dog doing?

Mental speeches ;; "My hair is soaked, curly and full of knots... Weres the damn here brush?."
Creeper ;; At my house, sitting infront of my computer, praying that I brought my iPod charger home...
Mood swings ;; LOLOLOL RAINBOWZ..

ALICEV'S COLLECTER AS A TREE.

HO-YES.

[=10]"[i] Dont you just love when things go wrong? When you're out with your mother, your best friend, your lover, out in the field. And then there's the crows... they fly from the forest screaming a word that could relate to another, 'man'. You know the cry im talking about? That cry, that high pitched shriek of terror from a single crow, that symphony of agonising pain from tens of woodland animals as they become swallowed by a dark hole that throws them into another world, a world were all is happy and colourful.

But, when the little creatures arrive in that world, they do not rejoice. Nor do they jump for joy! Instead they sit and hang their pretty little heads. They hang their heads and weep, because they failed. They failed to do what their mothers told them before the mother died. They failed to live, failed to reproduce, failed to help the next generation.

Because when that piercing scream made by hundreds of crows rattles throughout the forest, you do not stand and listen. No, you turn tail and run. Because, once the crows have called, there is yet another warning that you would have heard as you ran... a bark. A yipe. A yelp. A howl. A snarl. Those that come from canines, come from 'mans best friend', the dogs. Even the wolves dare not challenge these beasts. Beasts bred to destory even the largest and strongest of creatures, bears, moose, elk. All of these were fair game for them.

Out in the field you were shocked to find that a wolf had turned on one of its own. You were suprised as it sunk its fangs into the others hindleg and twisted, a sickening snap echoing through the grassblades. The larger wolf ran forward, the other left on the floor, screaming in agonising pain. Then you learned what the larger wolfs' idea was. The dogs burst from the thicket, and ran for the wolf that was screaming so loudly, that it hurt.

No.
That wasnt fair.
Then again, now the wolf had a broken leg...