Keme

I thought you couldn't get sick here, but I was wrong. I got a cold a few days...days ago. Except, it's not a cold. It's something called "pneu-mon-ia". Joro says it's dangerous and wants me to stay by her to stay warm.

But I'm cold...

I broke her. It's strange, these deer, how controlled by their emotions they are. How easy it is to use that against them...and how easy it was for her to use them against me. I lost my logic and let my feelings take me over...It won't happen again, mom--Joro.

And I won't ever let anybody hurt you...ever.

Or maybe this doesn't matter. I just feel weaker and weaker every day. I might not be a stag and I'm scared. Really scared because of the way Joro looks at me, with these eyes that look so distant and yet close at the same time. I think she's guessing what might happen...

If I am dying, then, so be it. So be it. I will enjoy these days as I fight. I won't give up or give in just yet. I will find some way...

If only to stay to protect the ones I love.



I need you now.
Anybody...
Please.

Yeeeah.


Someone wanted to block guy love.


*insert Titanic music here*


One isn't enough for Null so he flirts two at the same time.


Love traiiiin~


Harsh ninja training in the rain! *epic music here*
-jaw kicked-


I'm so proud of you Leara, hiding behind your man and daughter. So proud...


Quamar and Walter's kisses are extreme.


Other guy: *does ninja moves he just googled*
Quam: *not that impressed*


Dag: Ack! D8< *jumps aside from the way of high speed moving Quammy torpedo*


It happens. Yes, it's embarrassing to get stuck in between two trees and leaves you totally vulnerable for Virgils.


Q&V: *inspecting their belly buttons*


V: Your belly button is awesome. *rubs it*
Q: Hoohohe-! : D


Quam: Lawl panties. Hohoho.

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The fog is wonderful and horrible. The fog is evewhere, thick and white. It supplants the air we breathe -- we take in great breaths of mist, our lungs filling with half-formed water. We hear the howling of invisible beasts, foriegn things hanging around the edge of the forest, unable to enter, but unwilling to leave. They shake us in our bones, when we fear something, they become that fear.
But the fog drives us close to one another, blinds us to old grudges, when the light of our pictograms is so bright against the fog as to be meaningless. It is a great cloud, and it makes the world unknown -- it makes it marvelous and strange, something dying like the blackened poppy blossoms, but alive again, hidden in the mist.

I awoke and found Sluggs and two others resting in the fog -- Sluggs alone I recognized by set. And, of course, by the fact that after a minute, he began his usual tricks. He hid himself in the earth, growing and dwindling when he arose to be seen. When he appeared, he'd be angled like he was about to shoot up in the air. Mostly, though, it was only the thin light of his pictogram, bursting forth from the earth like a seedling. We played around. Some tried to sit over the spot, while I tried to duck my head beneath the surface of the ground to see his face, to see the Sluggs I remember from when I was small, winking at me. I almost succeeded. Almost. After he went, I ran off to sleep, hidden in fog and willow branches.

Later, I awoke and found Nevilly in the gof, huddled beneath a tree. She was shivering like a baby bird, jumping at the sound of the wolf-calls. She offered me a nervous smile as I approached, and rushed to my side. I could feel the shaking of her body when she stood next to me. She was so happy to see me, confident that I could find some way to make her feel safe -- and, to my surprise, I did. She makes me feel better than I am -- somehow gentler and stronger all at once, wiser and more noble, so much more pure.