I am changing my main account. From now on, I'll be using this name. c: I'll eventually move all bios from there to here, and I'll also recreate the BZD update blog too. <3
This website is not letting me reply to your lovely posts! I cannot figure it out. It says I have to select a valid author or something? I can't figure it out.
Also, I was paling around with some fawns earlier. For some reason my screenshot button doesn't work so I can't post pictures, but I was wondering who they were.
One of them was regular, like me, and the other had a flower headdress. We got separated so I mostly stuck to the regular fawn, then I found the flower-headdress fawn but lost the other... and then vice versa again. I don't think the headdress fawn liked me. But then again, I'm apparently incapable of understanding these lovely gestures.
So then I stuck with the other fawn the rest of the time and he showed me where to change my pelt to red, then we went to the Abiogenesis and we turned ourselves white. We stopped at the graveyard and that's when they logged off, so I decided to as well.
I hope I can find you guys! I'll be able to recognize your pictographs when I see them, but it's very hard to search specifically on here like that.
Thank you very much! (And if you saw us fooling around- sorry about being such kids :3)
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The fog broke like dawn, all of the sudden turning into daylight, leaving things a little changed in their place. I'd never seen the world go from night to day so slowly and so all-at-once like that: the forest's time is odd, but that moment left be breathless and clean.
After candles and lightning, graves (was my own grave, empty, among them? I get little chills), and bursts of poppies sending out bubbling opiates like fountains of light... It's strange that the departure of someone powerful and distant as a star, not the presence but the absence of something -- that such a thing is what leaves me breathless is astonishing in and of itself.
He came up to where Walter, Illrose, and I were sitting. I don't really understand how she could stand to be near him... Except, perhaps, that she's like me, and can't tear herself away. I'm not sure.
But one moment, I was thinking about ... other things... And the next, when my attention returned, there he was. I wondered if he had read my poem about him -- had he liked it? I bet he hated it. It really could have been better -- I had never even noticed that he breathes white smoke, or even thicker mist containing a thousand motes of light. How emberassing!
After he had gone, I sat for a little while with Rutilus on the edge of the fog, watching the light begin to change, and feeling like I was witnessing the heart of something stunning, in the soft half-grey, half-gold light. They should have sent a better poet. Well, I will consider the matter further.
...Still, I doubt he even knows I exist. All the same, it was impressive. And to watch the fog lift and light seep in like a sudden breaking of surfce tension -- even as I played among the giant mushrooms...
I'd really appreciate it if anyone could help cast the mini spell on this picto, please. I'm sitting in a mushroom circle with the dotd mask, doe nubs and zombie pelt. ShikaTale is already helping me, but if anyone else could I'd really be grateful.
I'll work on this later, just thought I'd put it up for now for anyone who would like to track.
After Quad's experience as a tree, he has become enlightened and more at peace with his surroundings. Here he will speak his observations about the world around him.
Essentially he will have more of a philosophical side (since I am into Zen and Buddhism), and is no longer concerned with worrying about things as he did while the Rut was going on.
His posts will be very similar to Quad Hummingbird's poetry, who is currently on migration.
