Her fur, tattered and worn, lay ageless upon the concrete jungle of the Ruins. What is this place? She wondered, her fur worn down upon her back like rain had befallen it recently. But, it hadn't. Her dream had shown her a sunset realm she could only dream of. No one seemed to care about the sunset the way she did. She stared over at the Birch Forest; its endless grasses astounded her. No more shall they grace my hooves in this mind, no...never again...no more...my friends...her voice shied.

Forgive me...

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His eyes looked left, right, slow yet sleek and glancing, carrying upon the agèd old ground like snow in the cold. What a fairytale, this is...he could not see the world soon, feeling it blinded by the snow that only haunted his mind. The white did not burn him. It was snow that was his secret and his pride.

Nurra...

Broken, and lost, he gently shattered to the ground like a thousand little pieces of a mirror within which no vampire could ever see their face. He weeped softly, and faded...pelt grey...pelt no more.

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Honey...

Her footsteps graced the floor of the forest with soft retreat, every step in a line like a drug she could only query about, in a world she has yet to know and never knew. Respond to me, Nurra...she stood motionless staring down at her little sister in a regal pose.

I'll be alright...really, I am okay...and I hope Vein..will be...too...her voice grew soft, taught down by the forest that she should not speak louder than she may rear in height. She shivered off something invisible, looking towards nowhere, and now, nothing.

Love...she looked gentle at her little kin, soft and sweet, gentle and broken by the tides. Take care, sweetheart...

I will, matre...her eyes glanced towards the distance neverending, I promise I will...

She looked back at Taint.

Taint stood there, staring down at the violets with soft cheeks and softer eyes,

Flower fae...

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Hangman glanced observantly around his room of forestry, this little hiding place that did no good to a giant, monarch deer of the ancients. It meant nothing to him now.

He sighed...

Damn ages...

His head collapsed into the dirt...

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Pingüino raised his head observently from the pine tree, mushrooms stale in his mouth, useless to his gut, but he ate, nevertheless. He had heard something, he knew it, but it meant nothing to him now. He had given up words. Given up the ways of this other world he lived in...

Nyehhkkle...he squeaked out softly, looking down at soft, hoove-crushed grass. Farewell, good brethren.

His chews were unheard in the forest of dreams.

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Rise from the ashes...rise, rise up like a phoenix, reborn into the ages like a soft little dove in newly born plumage, RISE UP!! His voice echoed through the halls of the secret world he had discovered, deep within himself. The mushroom was tainted.

A thousand cries ran out. RISE UP, brethren, a thousand or more to eternity and beyond, leave this world behind!!! FOREVER AND EVER, and ever and on...

A leaf landed on the ground before him, like they never actually did in the forest. Rise up, deer brethren...he collapsed to the floor.

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If you ever see any of my deer on nowadays, just know that Dannii is the one playing them now. The only time it'll ever be me will be if you see them in some sort of glitchy form. You'll be able to tell. It's me, the glitch deer. I'll never change.

I know who my friends are here, they've proven it. I know who my friends aren't, they've proven it, too. So I bid you goodbye, finally a formal leaving after months of having been gone without saying so. :3

I have MSN, and I play on Wajas...I'm often on dA, and I have a MySpace. So you can find me pretty easily if you want :3

Have fun. I'll miss wishing I could be in the forest :3

~ Zellykins