*_* This took me three days!!! Anyways, this is Deqae when he grows up. Even though I'm a girl I wanted a boy character. =3 Boys are just too much fun to portray. Lineart is by Tuhka and if it's not okay by you if I did this I'll remove it. ='( I found it and thought it was perfect to use. Oh!! His set is going to be the blue pelt with the yellow stars and the day of the dead mask. I played around on deviantart with a style your deer and liked it. But this is how he'll look really not like a starry pelt. I was gonna color in the bones but thought it looked cooler. His design is referenced from Mardi gras/Day of the dead holidays. =D

Sorry it's just selfish art, but...Illrose, I and all of my other characters wish you all a happy new year, and thank you all for being as awesome as you are. :'D <3


( Just posting this now to be sure I get it done. )

Round and round the world goes, time, despite what others might say, is not a line.
It is a circle, forever moving into and of itself, it always has and, it always will.

The things in this world go on. Flowers bloom, grow, and die, a newborn bird stretches its wings for the first time. Sprouts feathers. And leaves its nest.

A fire crackles in an hearth, the snow falls, caught upon the tongues of little children, what is not taken melts, and feeds the growth of spring, which in turn provides summer's fodder, which makes room for fall, and at last, winter once more.

Time is a circle, things are born, they age, they die, and new beings come into the world, starry eyed and naive.

What would your ancestors think. Those who lived one hundred and thirty years ago are all gone now, long gone now.

Things are different now, the people are different, the thoughts are different.

You cannot stop time, you can only live your life to the fullest, and hope that someday, you will acheive something great. Something that, a hundred and thirty years from now, the naive starry eyed children of the future can look back upon and say; "I want to learn about that person. Someday. I will be just like them"

Whether it is a painting to widen eyes, a poem to bring tears, or a simple kind act that a single child can pass on in the form of a story to the grandchildren they will someday hold on their laps.

The resolutions we make now may be told of a hundred and thirty years from now.

So. TEF. My friends. My Family

What is your resolution.

One hundred and thirty years from this moment.

What will they say of you?