With the upcoming autumn season, the air around the old ruins had begun to slowly change. Leaves began to change from their summery greens to vivid oranges, yellows and reds. The ivy climbing up stone walls began to wither and dry out, and flowers completely disappear, with the exception of the virtually unending growths of poppies. From the ground, a mist was beginning to emerge to hint at the upcoming Halloween season.

The liveliness around the ruins had also changed, not as the seasons, but over the course of a full year. Members of the long departed had been revived, and new additions to a long held family had begun to grow. Though they were kept safe under their gravekeeper father's supervision, the newer fawns were getting older and more self sufficient. The older members were also perhaps closer than ever after their revival at Osias's miracle power. Soon the fawns would be allowed to wander more on their own, but certainly never have to be without eachother or their siblings. Of course, during the upcoming season leaving the increasingly active ruins won't be any issue, but as long as the rut remains in place they were better off together and away from the rowdiness.




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For the sake of plots or plotbunnies that require a baddy.

Seeing how my interest in the forest and TEF has lapsed so horridly in the last few months, I want to try to get that spark back and get interested again. Though being me, I need to be involved with something in order to want to be around.

So for the sake of furthering someone else's plots and getting myself active again... I'm willing to set up Darkweaver as a sort of villain for plot-hire.

Anyone? <3

Well shoot, I wasn't able to celebrate my being here 5 years on the day that would've been the anniversary due to lacking internet. Currently at a friend's house to mooch Wi-Fi.

Anyway. 5 years.
Plus a day.

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Bloodline
Mother: Laghodessa
Species: Irish Elk

Father: Darkweaver
Species: (Demon) Irish Elk

The Unborn
Cearul Male
Arien Female
Idaine Female

Interractions
Interractions/RP can be done here.

Status 06/11/2013 BABEHS BORN! Birthing took place at -28 x 106. The spot of light in the garden near the ruins.

Remaining Time None.

Wellp... I need it.
The depression's been getting to the extreme point again and I just spent the last six hours at work contemplating how to go about suicide.
If I had seen any cars on the road on the way home, I'd probably have gone through with it via not-so-accident.
Someone, please just help me. I need to hear something to encourage me to keep on. I really don't want to be a dissappointment and go through with it, but... I don't know. I just want this all to end.

Sometimes, I get so sick of feeling like my thoughts, feelings or opinions, hell even my life doesn't matter. Is it too much to ask for people to actually hear me out without a verbal slap down and being treated like I'm the monster of monsters?
Maybe it's better if I dissappear. It's not like I matter.

LIVESTREAMING.
Arts and musics.
This never happens anymore!

http://www.livestream.com/zergart

Sad to see no-one showed up after a few hours. C'est la vive. Closed due to lack of interest.

May 14th
Dusting off the papyrus

It seems my notebook had been misplaced. I have only now rediscovered it's whereabouts, strangely enough buried in the deermuda triangle. I can only assume the dusks are behind this.

Reports are that Ryuu had returned some time ago to the forest. Regrettably I missed his return. I'll seek him out soon enough.

It feels as though I've been in a sort of coma these past few months. There's been little to report and even less to reflect on. I will not bore myself with mundane details of wasted time and stagnation.

January 1st
Another year

And so ends another year. It's strange, but this forest has begun to grow on me. Perhaps it helps clear the mind when the sun goes down here. There's a certain savorable peace to be enjoyed, now that the festivities are presumably over with. I still recall the madness of the past year or two, though these things have faded away into no more than distant memories.
Now it is only the future one can look forward to.

December 16
Titles are so formal

A more interesting day to say the least. Spent some time with Ryuu. It's frustrating to see him so out of it. Decided to try to make things like the old days in a way by cracking out the sea salt ice cream.
At some point Loki and Skylar became a point to focus on, though the final resolve was to send some dusks to monitor them.

Think carefully about that offer Ryuu. Further options exist, though I'll wait on your first decision.

December 14
Timekilling

Kept an eye on those two through most of the evening. It doesn't appear as though there's any touble or manipulation going on. Even I can only watch two others doing next to nothing for so long. Ryuu, there doesn't seem to be anything to worry about, at least for the moment.

December 11
A slow awakening

To whom does this tiny creature belong to?
Regardless of it's unseen parents... I can't help but sit here and watch over it. This tiny fawn in the sunlight. There's such a light in this fawns heart, much like I've seen in a select few others. It'll be tough to get up and leave in a moment. I suppose that makes it easier to stop and attempt a new chapter in these old archives.

A lot has taken place in the past few days. I shall have to remember to make notation of them at some near future point. To put it all into a nutshell however, I've learned of something more than a little interesting. As it would turn out, it is easy for the heart to be expelled from the body, but the body will strive to take in a new heart if not it's own at the first possible opportunity.
I've also heard it told, that if you have no heart, you can not have friends.

Tell that to those I've found strange and uncanny bonds with.
So, if the words of those twin statues were true, I have been believing a well woven lie for a long time now. I may not be so heartless after all, but rather one of thirteen stuck with a piece of Xehanort's heart. By rejecting and expelling it, and relying on these friendships acquired in the time spent here in this forest, my own true heart may be called back.
It certainly sounds like a better plan then forcing others into darkness to become heartless for keybladers to slay, and only after millions are slain having Kingdom Hearts form yet again.
There was more of course, that they brought to light, but for now it's best left unwritten.

It seems Ryuu needs help now, so I've offered to help keep an eye on his sister and her friend. Ryuu, it's difficult to see you so conflicted. Do not allow yourself to fall too deep into your internal conflict... You don't need to become a heartless.

In the mean time, I can not help but wonder at the fate of the other nobodies. It seems as though all that remain are myself, and a much avoided Marluxia. Even he is questionable in non-existance, as we've not crossed paths in perhaps over a year now.

...at least the community.
If I do, I'll still occasionally appear in forest.

It'll probably be another temporary haitus if I go, but for now I'm pretty much on the fence. It just doesn't feel the same around here lately, and I've been noticing it for a while.

Ok, so as of now several of my OCs and fancharacters are up for adoption to anyone who is willing to actively use them. They deserve someone who will use them more than once every two years like I tend to. :/

- Tiralarc: See me about this guy as he doesn't even have a bio yet.
A soldier from the cavalry. Complament character to Driftwood, who was already adopted out.
- Nightgale: A deaf-mute doe. She is small and dark, having the nightfall pelt, violet palm mask, and peacock feathers. She often communicates by writing in the soil and sand.

Considering also adopting out these guys, but I haven't decided yet.

- Seto Kaiba: Corporate Scumbag, richer than you ever will hope to be.
- Neurotoxin/Morality: A doe who had been hit by a truck heading to a science lab. They turned her into a cybourg with advanced technology to keep her alive, though the AI of her new robot-half often overlaps her normal mind. She has a bit of a GLaDOS personality when the AI is in charge.
- Sarah Kerrigan: The Queen of Blades. Such an awesome and evil character, but one I haven't used nearly enough to justify having her on my roster. Only to be taken by a starcraft fan who will RP her seriously.