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March 18, 2010 - 5:07am — underthemoon

I love my sister. I do.
It’s just..
Just..

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I am awake. The sunlight wakes me, warm on my back, and I am surrounded by giant trees in the Birch Forest. The birds are singing happily. I wonder if they have to worry about anything? Standing, I stretch, shaking some grass stuck to me from the morning dew.

She is gone.

It’s nothing unusual. She probably wandered off again, chasing a butterfly, or a rabbit. She forgets where she’s going and what she’s supposed to be doing. It’s always been this way, since she could walk. We are twins, sisters. I can sense she’s near, or if she’s gone too far; our bond lets this happen. If it wasn’t for this bond, I think I might lose her permanently, ‘cause she wanders off all the time. You see.. She can’t speak. She tries, but she just can’t. I don’t know why. But it doesn’t stop her from being happy. Everything makes her happy in this forest.

Mother and Father, the other deer, they couldn’t understand her. Because she couldn’t talk, couldn’t keep up with the others. Always wandering, doing her own thing. I always found her in the end. I just need to remind her that she always needs to stay with me, to be safe, and never wander off, and she’ll be okay. And to never trust strangers completely, because they could hurt her. We are only little fawns, but I can protect my sister, I’ll protect her with my life if I have to.

Shizuka. Someday I will make everything okay for you. I promise.
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x!33!x

March 16, 2010 - 4:42am — Isolde
hi...
do you hope too? (:
i hope all the time...



Wanderers Silent Dream
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Nostalgia Spammage [images]

March 15, 2010 - 5:16pm — Tuhka
I don't know, I was bored so I started digging my old folders and blogs.
Unfortunately seems like I've lost some of my older screens, no idea where they are.


Behold, this is one of the first screenies I've taken in the forest.
Yes, it's Quamar in his very first set before turning into a zombie carrot with annoying personality.


Annoying zombie carrot having a bounce with fabulous Rah Bop.


Jen: -hangs from Quam's antler-
Laruna: -imitates Quam's reactions.-


Zombie pose while the trumpet guy is sporting dark magic in the corner.


Decorating the tombstones. With our heads.
Cyric, Quamar and two others whose name I don't remember.


I'll find this picture forever adorable. Quamar and Her kid.


Mm, stylish. *3*


Oldie awesome grinfaces <3


Quam: -launches a fawn at unsuspecting Nem-


Quam and Nem burned down a whole city.
Deer bbq plz.


Other deer: You're not worthy for his holy presence, you're coming with me!
Quam: N-nuuogh, lemme lick him. Even a little! ;___;
Holy guy: Psh, this is outrage!


Double-date. Anyone?

a giant steaming rant (nonTEF related)

March 14, 2010 - 9:13pm — FishBiscuit
It's really long and very very angry.
Anybody who reads through it gets my respect and my love ;;
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The Diary of Seed, 3-13-10 (Lengthiness Ensues)

March 14, 2010 - 5:43am — Seed
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There are moments I want to dance with, all on their own, holding them tight as the whirl around in my memory. These are the days I want to have stretch out before me, filling tomorrow and all the days there'll ever be up to the brim. I know that days like this aren't every day -- but a stag can dream. Of days as the seasons turn, the worries of coming days still hanging on the horizons, when everything is peaceful and calm. Days when everyone is laughing. They have to have their best pieces savored, pressed close to the heart like a flower in a book, so that in years gone by they can be held up to the light and the veins can be seen, the scent fleetingly recalled.

Nevilly, Virgil and I, running deep into the birch woods, circling around ourselves -- We've forgotten all our purpose. We had been teasing one another, and the forest echoed with our laughter as we ran -- was I chasing Virgil, or was I chasing Nevilly, delighting in the sight of the two of them ahead of me? I can't say, I couldn't say. The forest whirls around us and changes texture as we go, from soft moss to hard clay, and Virgil is a streak before me, shifting color from tan to gold, gold to red, like a sunset. I'm chasing them, but I'm also just delighting in the utter freedom of that running, my head thrown back, taking a few strides beside that beautiful doe with the bright blue eyes before one of us turned away, laughing so hard my whole ribcage ached like my hurt was about to burst out.

And later: Nevilly and I have pinned poor Virgil into hiding in the great rock at the ruins. We’ve scented him out, and now I’ve caught them both. Nevilly gives me a mischievous smirk, and we sit directly above him. We sicken him, the two of us – Because as we sit, I’m running my lips on the edges of her ears, nuzzling her between words, and I’m going all out, calling her sweet and sappy names, like a fool.
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Sevan's Lonely Day

March 13, 2010 - 4:57pm — Sevan
Sevan finally reached adulthood. He's a big deer now... Too bad he doesn't have any friends to celebrate with him :'( He ran around the forest trying to search for someone to play with, but they all ignored him.

I haven't been on TEF for a while cuz of:
#1 my laptop went on strike.
#2 I didn't download TEF on the other comp
#3 Exam week

I missed Sevan a lot... And it really surprised me that Sevan has already reached the end of 30 days (I thought it has only been 26 days).
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The Diary of Seed, 3-12-10

March 13, 2010 - 3:21pm — Seed
[=#006400] Today was alarmingly warm -- and I noticed, for the first time in a year, the return of that most precious shade of green. It's so tender, soft as the breathy exhalations of the air, vibrant as the rush of blood poundng in my heart, forcing the growth in the branches of trees and antlers alike. It is the herald of spring, this green.

Speaking of green, I spent the morning with a charming young fawn. We've been seeing each other for the past few days, but I have no clue as to who he or she is: just that he or she appreciates the company I give, and that I feel likewise. As we ran through the forest, we encountered Virgil, who nuzzled, made some gesture I couldn't quite tell, nodded, and fled. I didn't catch that middle gesture -- was it a no, a yes? I thought I saw a taunt in there, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to follow or to stay where I was. I followed because my young companion did, for a while, until we settled on the rocks. There, I went to sleep.

I awoke to notice Dag, who had himself recently been noticing the return of Spring -- I heard he had been distant, wanting to meet his challenge alone. I knew I had to go and see him, then: A friend should never let a friend bare a burden alone, even if that is what he would have wished. Fortunately, Dag seemed in good spirits -- perhaps because he was with Oseaan. We danced and skipped among the flowers that welled up around our legs like water escaping a spring... Though I saw a little unease in him, too. He'd fidget, stop and listen, and sit for a while, still as if he were holding his breath. Or maybe I'm imagining. After a time, we were joined in a dance line by some strangers, one of whom had misplaced his pictogram. Then the dance line became a sitting line, with some of our members standing to listen. I sometimes stood and sometimes sat, until Dag curled up to sleep. Then we broke, for greeting other deer, frolicking, and re-organizing ourselves.
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feven's story: chapter one.

March 13, 2010 - 3:27am — feven
I often wonder what it would be like if my mother was still here. The peacful chirp of her beautiful voice. The sound of the river, and the sound of the birds, and insects buzzing harmlessly...Except for the day she left me forever.

" ... Feven? are you alright, dear?" i opened my eyes and shifted to look at my mother." yeah... was i screaming or something?" i whispered silentley as i looked over into the pitch black darkness outside of the thicket. " yes, you were kicking and screaming so i wondered about the nightmare you had." i could only see the thin outline of her face in the dark and her ghost white breath clouding the outline. i could here the crickets and her breathing, and the drip of rain outside. " i am sorry, mother. I wont have any mor nightmares!" i smiled and layed down to rest my head in the thick, plush grass that mom flattened out in the corner of the thicket. "ok, get some sleep now." i heard her chuckle, her high voice was peaceful, and to that i drifted into another restless nightmare.
I woke up to the sound of birds and the bright sunlight shining into the thicket. The bright day slid through the thick branches. I looked up and noticed my mother grazing outside. The thin outline of her skinny body was so beautiful, her pelt gleamed, i thought my mother was the most fair of the deer in the forest. She flicked her long tail and looked up to see me. She smiled and shook her beatisul striped fur, it was long and wavy. "good morning, feven! I hope you slept well." she grinned and stared at me, hoping i would answer. "yep! im mighty hungry though..." i drifted of and glanced around the big room in hope of finding something left-over. she chuckled and looked over to me." well, you aint gonna find much in there, so come on out!" She walked away until i couldn't see through bright sunlight. I got up and walked outside slowly, blinking my eyes, and smiling. " yeah, its better out here then it is in the thicket.
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Lucian's Diary 5 - Teenagers.

March 12, 2010 - 9:10pm — Seele
Lucian


He is:
Growing up.
Quite happy.
Prone to moodswings.

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