Sometimes, I'll have a fragment of a diary for Seed, not long or involved enough to really qualify for their own blog, but still a good snapshot of Seed's mind. I used to always delete them, basically. So, rather than give each their own blogs, or delete them, I'm going to put them all in one place. Big entries will still be on their own, though. I'm not sure what makes one one or the other the other, but I'll do whatever amuses me. I may create versions of these for other deer of mine.

7-7-10
[=#006400] I practiced some ninjitsu with Kinsha today; I am not a good ninja, though -- my antlers are too big to hide efficiently. I suppose that's why he wears the sleeker butterfly set. Even though my antlers weren't prepared, birds kept swarming on the tops of my antlers, giving my location in the rocks away.
I had a better time when I came back and found Quad and Kinsha among the blueberries. We danced and chatted and sat a while -- I'm not really sure anymore what on earth we were talking about; I think the blueberries had something to do with how the conversation whirled and whizzed and banged, exploding like tiny fireworks above our heads. I was a much better ninja among the blueberries, the green of my pelt and the leaves sliding together, the texture of scales lost among the texture of glossy leaves, the purple flowers not alarming among the blue, bulbous clusters of berries. Saosin came and joined in, too, as we sat.
I may have gotten a little tipsy -- the fermented ones are mixed in with the sweet ones, so their flavors become indistingushable, bitter and sweet, like honey wine...Like the dreams we feed to gods, in their halls that exist in the aether, that thing that once filled the heavens and gave it full of space and breath... Heh. Yes, I'm most definately a little tipsy.

i decided on a name for my fawn. yay!
nantalin

a few years back i made a really interesting pen&paper character with that name but never actually got to play him because everyone in my rpg group started to study in different cities...
not that this little fawn has anything to do with a 13year old nivesen wolfchild who left his family to go in search for his father...

anyways.
curious if anybody actually reads new posts by users they don't know.
well, maybe one of my playmates comes to check me out now that the map is working again.

Yeah words haven't been flowing lately and i was wondering if there is any sort of easy roads to follow in getting lyrics strung in my head?