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A SHORT NOTE

Action in this blog focuses around my deer, Owatanka.
As you can see, I already made a short intro to which you're supposed to reply.
It can be both, a written or drawn reply.
(I suck at writing so excuse my amazing skills BC)
I don't mind any as long as you will keep it nice c:
If anyone is interested and wants to RP, enjoy and have fun <3













Another day,
Another morning.
An ordinary cycle, we could say.
The young doe had finally awoken from her slumber, as she slowly walked out from her safe cover.
Though, it didn't take long for her weary limbs to get used to moving again.

Even the weather itself seemed to be calm, as for today.
No rain, nor snow.Just sun
Pure sunrays of the everlasting sun that greeted the strange entity.
Shining so warmly upon her back.
She loved it.
Yet, something seemed to be somewhat off...













That sound...
That melody...
It sounded so familiar.
So close.
She knew perfectly fine that this noise surely meant no harm.
But from where did it come from ?













In a confused manner the young one wandered around.
Looking.
Seeking.
To sate her still hungering curiousity.
Gladly, it didn't take as long as it could.
But pretty much to her surprise...

"...a raven...?"














In fact, it was.
A raven.
The bird seen by many as an omen.
The messenger of apocalypse
The bringer of diseases.
Death, even.
But yet, it was a raven.
A common bird.
A companion.
A...friend, perhaps?













She didn't say anything, yet glanced back at her shelter just when she began walking,
Hearing, how the bird's little feet trotted right behind her,
In the rhytm of her own hooves.
She couldn't help, but only to smile faintly.
When she finally sat under her favorite tree.
Her only posession.

And then, without any further warning
The "little one" dared to take a seat upon her knee
Although, she tolerated it.

A trustful companion was worth anything.
Anything.
And always will.
But...
...for how long...?



arrowdoe's picture

I just wanted to say that

I just wanted to say that these pictures are absolutely gorgeous ♥
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Hnghh, thank you Arrowarrow

Hnghh, thank you Arrowarrow <3

Whoa...damn straight with

Whoa...damn straight with what ArrowDoe says.
I might give a shot sometime. I'm not good at long paragraphs or walls of text. I hope that's ok?
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But of course,

But of course, Marmar.
Actually me myself won't really post any wall-text
Simply because I really suck at writing :x
I will rather just post another GIF with some text as a reply ~
So everything is alright <3
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It was rare to see the beast

It was rare to see the beast in the forest these days... he rarely made it known that he was around when he did travel through the area. Back in his youth, sure... the demonic looking beast would roar out his call, letting it echo out through the trees to announce that he, the Nightmare... had arrived.

Now, with the age and with going through three... no... four rebirths... he was not the type to merely come in announced. Nightmare simply would let things go with each stride, should anyone come by he wouldn't pay them much mind unless he knew them. Strangers would often just get a bow from the stag if they came to greet him, but other than that he didn't do much else.

Nightmare did not play, he did not sing nor dance, he did not speak. Most would just get fed up and leave him to his own world. Sighing out deeply, the stags long tail flicked around behind him, ears flicking up for a moment when he heard faint sounds not too far away. Dipping that skulled head, the large stag shifted before moving off in the vague direction that was the source of the sounds.

That tail flicked again before dragging the ground behind him, Nightmare coming up near the tree in which the doe was sitting by. Glancing down at the Raven nestled in her fur, snorting for a moment before he moved from where he was standing... it didn't seem anything of interest to him so he would leave the doe be.

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FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF it's so terrible gah! I fail at things like this ;3;

"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
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NO YOU DON'T >C I do

NO YOU DON'T >C
I do 8C
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A mixture of surprised emotions withdrawed upon the hind's usually calm face, which was hidden under the lime shelter of hers.
Ears that rested at the sides of the tighly closed skull, now, flickered with life once again.
As she desperately tried to discover, who was the stranger deer strolling nearby the trees.
And also her spot, at that.
Owatanka swiftly got up on her four legs and lowered the head in an aware manner.

Her mouth shut as ever, not letting any unnecessary words to flow and be carried on her breath.
It would be too risky.
Strangers could cause a lot of trouble.
Especially when they dared to attemp to follow their own, not always reasonable concepts of grasping a certain part of the situation.
It could end with a scratch, an injury, or even death for one or both of the sides.

But now it seemed that who ever it was, it didn't mean any harm.
Perhaps, just a stranger?
She wondered and snorted back, in an amusing for herself answer.
Waiting.

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NUHHHHHHHHHH You do

NUHHHHHHHHHH You do not!

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His tail would flick for a moment, seeming to have noticed the doe. There wasn't much being paid in her direction, he seemed to be merely passing through after finding the source of the things that had gotten him curious. His skull seemed to hold a very feline like grace to it, the strange markings around it seeming to look like a second set of jaws... bright red and standing out amongst the rest.

Dipping that head down that skull nipped at an itch on one of those clawed front legs of his. He hated when something decided to nip at his skin, it irritated him. Unlike most of the deer in this place he wasn't completely covered in fur. One could say he was 'patched together' thick, heavy fur going along his neck, along the upper portion of both front and hind legs, and down along the spine. Everything else was deep, purple skin and muscle. His tail was likely the fluffiest part of his body.

And everything seemed to want to nestle in it. Those golden eyes turned when the doe had gotten to her feet and he shifted some turning to watch her, nothing seeming to happen really. Nightmare ever silent, but always watching. After a few moments of staring and watching however he had shifted himself and moved around in a small circular motion before he laid himself down, hind legs stretching out beside him as his front legs crossed over each other. She didn't seem to mind his presence at least.

"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"

I Shall Track this for now

I Shall Track this for now until I draw something up |D
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Aihnna, take your time

Aihnna, take your time <3
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The unsated curiousity of hers couldn't hold it much longer, as she mindlessly wandered closer to take a better look at this stranger.
Indeed, a stranger deer it was.
Such an incredibly outrageous looking stag.His pelt seemed to be as black as the night itself.
A part of the day when most of us decide to slumber, while the shadows dance among the living.
Like a bunch of starving hounds, that were always on the hunt.
Always seeking a prey.
A victim.
Fresh meat.

Was he a hound like them?
A demon bestowed upon this forest to bring terror,
horror,
Unkept secrets to the ears of the forgotten?
Who knew, yet she, wanted to know.

"And who might you be...stranger?"

Her tone: calm and stern.Somewhat sly in sound and overal tone.Flowing with a nute of polite sarcasm, also.
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These drawings are

These drawings are breathtaking. o_o

*stalks*
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Thank you Snow c:

Thank you Snow c:
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Ever silent the stag stayed

Ever silent the stag stayed where he was. Knowing the doe was carefully looking an examining his appearance. Many would stare from a distance, admire his features and frame... admire the way the body flowed and how his features seemed to be almost... demonic in nature. The skull hinted as such things as well, a demon inside a world of deer.

But oddly enough, he was no such thing. At least, not in his own mind... no, Nightmare was a deer all in the same. Albeit a very large one... he dwarfed many of the creatures in this forest, even the biggest that were sized as though their prehistoric ancestors were still alive. Another flick of that tail, and he stretched out, skull opening in an impressive yawn. Most didn't know his dark secrets... thin trails of black smoke flowing gently up from that skull before the mouth closed once again.

"Hmmmm..." His attention turned to her when her voice cause his hidden ears, those golden eyes looking at her and taking her in once again before he shifted where he was and shook his head slightly for a moment. As if not hearing what she had asked "Most don't call my name, but many have come to know me as Nightmare..."

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OMFG THAT PICTURE ;3; *drools over the epic flamey eyes and Owa's little ! mark* <3

"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"

It was like any other



It was like any other ordinary day
It was calm, the faint russle of the leaves in the distance accompanined with the little chrips of sparrows.
The dusty sun beams peered through the gaps of the canopy. The large stag had been sitting under the shade for awhile now. It was his favorite pass time really, there wasn't much action in forest lately.




A single hallow sigh escaped his lips form underneath his mask watching the little slivers of leafs fall to the ground, his ears flickered to a side at the sound of a crow, One sound he has not heard in so long. Curious gaze moved towards the direction slowly getting up on all fours, and inched forwards his head held high trying to look for that sound again.

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Sorry for the slackery guys,

Sorry for the slackery guys, I promise I will post tommorow ; A ;
I just had a few exams asjdhhagsd
And I need to repair the links
/lazy
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To

To Toxiccake

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She stared at the newcomer even much more tensely than before
Nightmare...?
A living nightmare...?
Interesting, but pretty much to her interest, also wondersome in the slightiest, tiniest bit.
It's not every day you're allowed to encounter such a being
Demanding awarness and tension at the same, exact time.
Yet, she found herself a little too curious about this stranger deer, than rather afraid or frightened by his striking apperance.

Owatanka walked up closer, completly ignoring the chance of being ripped apart or so.
She demanded to sate her still hungering, inquiring nature.

"My pleasure.
It's not that often I'm allowed to see...such an entity in this place."


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To Aihnnapie

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After a couple of minutes spent on her own, the young hind was able to spot someone in the distance.
A blurry posture it was.
Sitting so recklessly on the ground, hidden between the entagled crown of branches.
Just a few steps ahead.
But....she could reconize this scent.
This strong, icy aroma that was lifted so heavly in the air.

"Kuroi..."

She blindly stated and began trotting straightly into his direction, wondering what this stag was doing in here.
Lonely.
All alone.
Probably some companion would be gladly accepted, isn't it?

"...I haven't seen you in a while."

Her lips departed once again, as she spoke in a tone meant by many to be greetful, as for sure welcoming.
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The stag chuckled deeply,

The stag chuckled deeply, there was no reason for him to show aggression or be like he would have been years ago when he first came into this world. Aggression and rage only got him so far, had killed him three times... only to be brought back to live the pains again. Though now, there was not much pain for him to live through.

"I rarely come here anymore... not much need to really..." He let out, tone almost like a cool mix of three voices... one that seemed peaceful and kind, another that seemed more gruff, and the last seeming to sound insane and violent.

"The Beautiful Dream... the Sweet Nightmare..." The stag mused to himself, the two titles that seemed to be his overall namesake. Given to him those years ago when he first came into this world "Entity huh? Is that what you call something like myself? Most just call me a demon or a devil and try to get me out of their way..."

"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"

Holy sh*t, this is just as

Holy sh*t, this is just as cool and stunning as stalking an art blog! >B C