888| "I've been Wesker'd"





"We've named him... Loki."







Protective Darky is protective.

that's ony because I know I wouldn't be able to hold up my end of the gift giving. *fails*

Regardless, if anyone wants to suprise me with arts or something, I'd love them forever. |'D
And I'll probably gift art back, but it could take a long time to post.

~Slightly shameless

Feed them plz yes?

I wnted to briefly appologise for any drama I might have started (and caused domino effect theirof) this past few days/week.
I suppose a lot of the madness of my irl life has been getting to me and perhaps showing threw my characters, even in their RP'd selves.

See, this week I've had three relataves die, two of them being quite close and one I didn't really know much. (actually, a cousin, aunt, and step-cousin respectively.)
On top of the madness of projects, tests, homework, and work... I've been kind of depressed, and stressed.

Please do not take me at all personal or at all offensive. I never intend to cause any drama.

~Zerg

I got the idea in my head to make a GMV to the following song... but I'd need Wesker, and a few other deer who tend to swing one way or the other with Dark/Wes. |D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DZdyfug89g

dunno. Today seriously inspired me to want to make a gmv to this song.

Yus, ask any of my active deer anything. ^^

Those include Zerg, Mar Sart, Darkweaver, and Laghodessa... ^^

MySpace Music Playlist at MixPod.com

I'd be tweeting this if I used twitter. DX *wins for not twittering*

But yes, I just got home and right as I step out of the car my head nearly comes in contact with a freaking bannana spider. DDDDDDDDDDDXXXXXXXX (Yes we get Bannana Spiders in the Chicago Suburbs. I also know them immediatly when I see them. They're very distinct. Like a Black widow or Brown recluse, both which we get here too.)
My natural responce as an arachnophobic was to scream and run around my car, leaving the door open, getting to the other side to close the door to prevent it getting into my car, then scream again BECAUSE IT MOVES FAST and run into the house trembling like a chuihauah to get someone to kill it.

It was only a baby bannana spider, but compaired to other spiders I usually encounter, it's still freaking huge. If it were an adult... I'd have died in terror. DX *trembles in corner of shameful fear*

Run run... and run some more. Where to go? What to do? Cry out in the burning land, to the fog bleached sky and ash coated air. Scream and run, don't try to stop. Leap and cry, and try to out voice the wreched laughter. Who is that laughing? Why is the sound everywhere? Figures in the distance, moving like phantoms in the ashes. They chuckle and dance as they follow lightning. Skin burning, eyes stinging, jaw aching. Lungs burning, heart racing. Fear or rage?

Psychosis.
Voices without bodies, ripping into the soul.
Endless black vines swinging threw the trees and protruding from the clouds.
The smell of death, is it my breath?
Am I laughing, or am I screaming?

A familiar face gives a glimpse of truth. Who are you? I should know...
You look confused...

As confused as I.

I know you, yes... Why is your name not.. in my mind?
I'm crying out, trying to recall. You're pulled away, the forest spinning.
I'm dizzy, and growing sick.
I collapse, and you come near.

Help... My body stings, like it had been thrown in a fire.
I don't remember.
Clouds of misty blood evaporate from my mouth with every breath.

I stand again,
You look relieved.
You should run though.

You become nothing but a black demon, with artists wings. I scream and raise my hooves, then break away. Chains click and clank, cackling with that ever lasting laughter. There are others... many others. Demons gliding over the land. Black trees, fiery land. Tendrils reaching out. Laughter, laughter everywhere.

[=crimson]It's been a while, again, hasn't it? I don't seem to scribe as much as I used to. I normally would ramble about my battles and the madness that drives them, but it grows redundant. In this time that I've been silent, so much has occurred, and much of it I will not even mention, for the sake of protection for others. Hnn... Since when though, have I begun to concern myself over other deer's well being? It used to be, that I cared for a select few, which dwindled from my nomad herd and children, to the ghost of Laghodessa and myself... but now, I am torn and bewildered by the sufferings of particular others, mostly being such as Aegle, Amary, Kaoori, The Priest, Bastilion, Lady Bones, Talor, Baal, Virgil, Apparanza, The Fawn...

Yet with all these who've clutched my compassion, I find myself in a more isolated mind state. Further frustration forms in the fact that much of those I call companion, will fight.

Hnn... How soft I must be becoming with old age. To be concerned over the wounds they leave each other. Is this the doing of those twins?

But now I'm rambling.

So where did my last story leave off again? Before the rut, I believe.

I put fourth a small amount of effort in the event, having meerly rested threw the first few days, then sparring and resting in the last days. I pushed Virgil in a spar, to a point just before defeat, then bowed and let him become the victor. What law is there, that one friend can't help another look better for a few does, after all? But to show I have not grown weak, I followed my spar with Virgil, with another stag, and defeated him.

Trust me Virgil, it makes you look better to them.

Hnn...
Within the last days of the rut, on the day when fog eclipsed the daylight, I did wind up in an interesting grouping with The Priest, Apparanza, Amary, Kaoori, and Talor. I'm sure Bastilion would have been proud, as The Priest led us to speak with the twins, and we confronted Wesker... but did not fight.