Biography

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About me. ^.^

Anime I like:
-Black Butler
-Black Blood Brothers
-Claymores
-Hetalia
-Inuyasha
-Rosario + Vampire
-xxxHolic

Shows I like:
-Doctor Who
-Lost
-Supernatural
-Star gate Atlantis

Bands/Music groups I like:
-Cryoshell
-Nickel Back
-P!nk
-Rammstein
-U2
-Vocaloid

Xbox games I like:
-Bioshock
-Borderlands
-Halo
-Mass Effect
-Skyrim
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Aela's Biography

Aela is a female deer who has no meat at the moment and loves to run. She is growing in a white pelt and loves to make new friends. Her father left her when she was born and her mother fell ill and died... She has no family right now and no friends either. If you'd like to meet her tell me your Deer's symbol and name and I will definantely try to meet you! I usually hang out at the Twin God Statues or the Pond but I explore at times! Have fun!
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Lucifer [bio]

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Metis - The Beginning

Authors Note: Metis is a young adult by the time she reaches the endless forest. This is a story I put together for how she came to have the appearance of a spotted owl. I have another story in the works about her ultimately being raised by the owls. Either way, I enjoyed putting this background story together on Metis, and I hope you enjoy it!



It was a warming day in spring in the scrubland. Scrub jays screamed at each other and dove through the brush. Jackrabbits stood quiet sentinel under the shaded manzanita groves, occasionally nibbling the sparse grass they sat in. The air was warm and dry, and the cicadas sang loudly in the silence. It was here, that if one looked for long enough and carefully, that they would see the occasional flash of brown - a mule deer crossing the dry ecotone from the lush creek beds to rest during the warm of the day up above the conifer line. One such deer did so slowly, and with extreme care.

At 15 years of age, the doe might very well have reason to be tired just for the daily move from graze to water, but the bulge in her belly belied another reason. She was old to be carrying a fawn - too old most would say. Yet, she still made the trudge on a daily basis to find enough food for herself and the daughter she knew she was carrying. It was a many mile walk, that she had begun well before the sun had risen, knowing that before long she would need to recline in a cool copse of fir trees. Occasionally she would pause and flinch, swinging her head back towards her flank as she seemed to shiver in the warm spring air. She had extra impetus this day to get to the safety of the woods, but her old bones could only move so fast. She knew today was the day she would see her first, and last daughter born.

The pregnancy had not been an easy one. As a young doe, she had contracted the disease that most humans know as brucellosis. Sometimes fatal, the disease causes the abortion of the unborn.
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