August 25, 2008 - 3:47am — Anzel
(rated DM for drama/possible drama/whatever)
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Tainted by the middlenight, I sit and wait in the silence that is the bird twitterings aloft.
The eyes peer down on me, despite the clouds covering up what little there is of the sky in this pathetic world that I live in. I digress.
The leaf nibbles are pointless in my never-hungering stomach, acidic and never-changing, ever-rumbling in another world afar from my perceptions of this truest time I do know not. As the final bell springs forward and my heart lurches, I know that I must and I musn't go on in this future afar ahead of me. But the blades of grass twinkle in the everlasting light that is poured upon me, down and down upon my umbrella of curse that prevents me from entering the true realm which I cherish and remember with softly broken white memories that never existed in the first place; and I rest, now here forever in eternity and beyond.
For the wind.
For the denial.
Four and four, the months go on and symphonic chatterings string around my ears and 'tennae like twitterings of lonely sane doves of the other forgotten forest of which I do not roam; the realm, the broken dreams of withering lives and fading promises, and hearts flowing into streams of everlasting life and death for which I am everly grateful and hating of...and on.
Twisting me forever towards the tainted blood of my youthful blissèd cheer and withered thoughts beknownst; I stand here.
White womb; claim me.
Oh Taint, I-I'm not sure
*tilts head* You are not tainted, to me... But perhaps I am too young to understand fully. I still understand your curse. We both do.
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*tilts head* Hmm? But...we
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(side-note: YAY! i have finally memorized taint's hex colors...i've memorized the hex colors of taint, anzel, and vein so far...FFEC5C, A07DFF, and BF0000...yay)
*nods slowly* Mmm. That is
Your root is one that may sometimes sprout, but never become overgrown. *laughs quietly* I am not sure of myself. The flowers tell me it is a small root that will seldom shoot, but I myself cannot tell.
Olly's too smart for his own age, seriously. ^^; But he doesn't lie, he'd never, he's right loyal too. He's a deer that any good 'un could trust, to be sure!
About the color thing, did you know that you could do [ color = *colornamehere eg olive* ] and then your text, then [ / color ] without spaces...? You don't need to use the hex code. This site has all existing color names, your deer's colors are probably there...
xD Sorry it's not a big deal I know.
... Oh wait... is it something like you have to use the hex codes...?
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*shakes head, her expression
No...no, my taint isn't my so-called cruelty...my taint is of being. For We...We must see through the pond...but all that We seem to do is stare at the silly reflections and ripples at its surface.
I see through. And I see them.
I believe that my colors are far too specific for this coding type, only a few names exist for use with this coding.
*is quiet a while* Your
Ah, there is one thing I forgot to mention before.
Every deer has a tree. For good deer, this tree is separate from the root of wrong. For bad deer they only have the root, because the root may one day become a tree.
A deer's tree is like themselves, but apart... My human once told me about a book, where in a girl's world, every person has an animal, a daemon, that is part of their soul. It is kind of like this.
*looks curiously at taint* You... You are a willow. Your thick trunk may be crooked under the weight of your curse, but your long sweeping branches are beautiful and graceful, yet they hide something behind their curtain...
*looks over at anzel* You are a thin birch. You might look weak at first, but you are tall and bendy and move with the wind, avoiding snapping. Your fragile leaves often tremble and flutter with your thoughts.
*smiles at nurra* You are one of the short hemlocks. Your large soft leafy branches welcome anyone, and you are a stout and sturdy figure.
*blinks at vein* Now you, sir, are a wide strong red cedar. Your rough bark is thick and you hide something behind it. But you are strong, and noble. The deer who gain your respect have toadstools on your body.
*tilts head* Now Hangman, Father One... *blinks* Hm? I- I cannot... *furrows eyebrows* I cannot tell... I am sorry, sir... *shakes head* I've been talking too much, I am sorry... I- I will leave you at peace now, forgive me for rambling...
Oh, I see with the color thing. ^^;
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You and your deer don't have
Oh... See, I am too young. I
(haha, you're right, I was guessing. xD I'm too young too, lol. Maybe you could explain what she means if you don't mind...?)
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You'll have to figure it out
Blah blah blah I make no sense x3