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Lucian's Diary 4 - Bloodshed at the dance.

Lucian


He is:
Startled.
Hurt.
Secretly, a little proud.

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Just we two...

~Riddle me B I R D S


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Yay! (o.o) Dilemma.

My fawn finally grew up into a stag! ^^
And I found out something...
The description for the playground, in the forest, says: "let the birds sit on your antlers", or something and I didn't think much of it but a minute ago I was just sitting on the playground rocks and all these birds came and sat on my antlers! Shocked
Amazing!

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To those in the Forest

Hello everyone. I found this site by going through artwork of someone on DA. I must say I am very pleased with this site, it has a lot of great qualities to it. I really hope to get more into this game and get to know some of you great players =)
-Jukes
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Diary of Chopin. Entry one.

((Chopin speaks in #00688B by the way))

What a strange place this is...
I, appear to have lost my voice as well as my human form, and now the only sound I can seem to make is a most frightful braying-moo.
I still have a body though, and I use it to the best of my abilities, just because I seem to have ended up in such an odd place doesn't mean that I cannot be polite.

I always find it strange when other deer approach me at their run or even a loping trot, muzzles close to scent me, it makes me uncomfortable for some strange reason, oh well, all I do is back up and bow before returning the gesture (it's only polite!) and most of the time they see to understand and bow back, this really is a strange forest, the animals here seem so...sentient, I wonder if maybe they were all human once upon a time?

How silly, it couldn't be...

The only thing I find myself able to compare my current situation to is the tale of Alice in wonderland, about the child who fell through a hole and into a very different world, indeed I find myself much more sympathetic to her troubles now!

I am, however, glad that I have not lost the precious thing called music. Yes, it's not the same here, not the same instruments, But I have grown fond of them all the same, from the drumming hoofbeats of myself and the others, the flutes of the birds and wind, and yes, even the deep bass of the deer calling in the distance.

Surely this must be heaven though, certainly no place can be this peaceful?

I have seen other fawns, they certainly are energetic though! Very...eager, to greet me, and while I love running with the other deer (it makes a most delightful sound) I appreciate the way the older deer seem to be calmer in their greetings.

I have to wonder if they see me as an annoyance though?
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Dependence [For Kalpita]

Finata slowed his galloping and settled down panting in the rocks. He kept his head tucked low and tried to calm his breathing. He could hear her after him.
He didn't know how long it would be until he was found.
She was always so good at smelling him out.
No matter where he ran she would be on his side in an instant.

~Riddle me F A M I L I A R


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cineri gloria sera venit [Furfur Diary 11]

This story picks up into the last few moments of Desperate to keep you near….
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Warning: There is violence and death present in this story.

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