I woke up to a sound of a loud heavy breathing. I opened my eyes and Anita was staring right at me, it startled me until I noticed who she was. I got up and walked to the pond with Anita. We both got a drink and walked to the meadow. We jumped and ran like crazy having so much fun. We finally settled down and layed down near a bush.
Thirty minutes later we got up to wake up our parents. They woke up late. They wouldnt wake up, we decided to jump on them to wake them up, finally our mom and dad woke up. While they went to the pond me and Anita jumped and played in a pile of leaves. Our parent took forever, then finally came, we walked to a grassy area, different from the meadow. We ate grass and yummy flowers and walked back under our tree.
Anita's mother and father game and said they wanted to ask to stay with us, we noded and let them sit with us under our tree. Night fell and stars game out, we all snuggled up togeather and shivered in the cold of the night.
What title says. If ya wanna RP/interact with my two deer, Redd and/or Raleigh, this is the place to do it!
As I stated in the title, this is a picture-blog. So post a sketch and I'll sketch back to ya!
"Never Anger The Beast and Guardian"
WARNING! This Blog Could Lead to Mature Situations, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
At Most this Will Not Go Beyond PG-13, more sensitive subjects can and will likely be touched in MSN, AIM or YIM. The Warning, is just that... a WARNING stating that there could be sensitive subjects in this blog.
This is an Interaction Blog for the one known only as Ezerael
Many may come, many may go. This is for Roleplaying and getting to know the character as he will very rarely be seen or played in game. So if you wish to meet and get to know him, do so here. It will be far easier than expecting or waiting for him in game.
Ezerael's RP Blog is not something that will be overly mature. He is Violent, but there is never really anything that would warrant the true maturity factor in the sense. At most, the PG-13 will be hit through many, many swears and cussing from the creature. He will bitch up a storm if he's pissed off enough.
You can use this blog to ask him questions, and to find out more about the character in general as well. There is no fear of him doing his experiments on you, as he needs dead flesh and bone to use his powers properly.
Please be mature with your posts, if you do not like what this is then kindly ignore it and move along elsewhere please and thank you.
I stared at him, transfixed. Thoughts churned in my head, I gasped, exhausted. My giant antlers nuzzled the ground. My hoofs felt the heartbeat of the forest thoughts. Turmoil.
I wondered through the Forest, greeting deer along the way.
I decided I would pay a visit to the Gods Statue. I often liked to sit there and meditate, I guess you could say.
On my way there, I stopped at the lake for a drink.
I looked at my reflection for a bit.
I never really liked my face. Don't ask me why, I couldn't tell you. I just get this strange, almost sad feeling, like an ancient memory is trying to surface that I can't and don't want to remember.
I shook off the thought. I wanted to go visit the Statue even more now.
When I arrived, I found something on the ground in front of the Statue.
A mask.
I went to stand over it to get a closer look at it. It was an elongated mask that I often saw on many of the other deer. On some it looked like a real face.
Beside the mask was a flat, white, rectangular object. It looked quite delicate.
I tested it with my hoof.
As soon as I made contact with it, I heard a distant voice that seemed to fill my head.
It said, "A gift. I think it makes you look more like me. I hope you like it."
I broke contact with the object.
It burst into flame and the ashes blew away in the wind.
The mask glowed a bright green as it lifted itself off the ground.
It floated to fit onto my face.
Then nothing.
At first, I felt like nothing had happened, but then I focused my sight to an elongated snout that seemed to be coming from the center of my face.
I sprinted to the lake and looked at my reflection.
A new face looked back. It was long and fur-covered like the ones on those deer that wore the masks.
I liked it. I found it... Comforting.
But... Who had spoken to me? What had it said meant?
It wouldn't be too long before I forgot these questions as I continued with my life in the Forest.
I feel very happy these days. I did a lot of hopping around, leaping over rocks and the river, and flying. I like floating in the air. I met more stags, and played around and was a lot more social than last week. It has been sunny since the rain, no night, always day time. I like the sun light but it's almost boring now. And who knows what you can come upon in the mist or the night?
