Diary Entry

Mates

Yesterday, and a few days before that, I saw four couples in the forest, and when I approached them and bowed, they either ignored me or did angry emotes. One pair of deer bowed back, bowed again, and then left. It feels horrible being excluded from a group. They weren't even doing anything but sitting around in the first place, so I don't see how I bothered them at all, or why they felt they needed to leave.

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Skinner's Log: Fawnhood - Reflection

Day 22:
The gods... I like how they walk amongst us, sometimes. You can always see what they're up to.
But I wonder... where do they go when they're not here? Are there other forests to tend? Other places to manage?
Infact... what is beyond the forest? Is this all there is?

Day 23:
I was looking in the pond, today. I know some deer have died there.
But, where do we go when we die? What happens to our bodies- to our minds? Do we become ghosts, or go to another place?
...Do we even have to die at all? If I can mature so quickly, when will I grow old? Some deer grow old... but some don't seem to change at all.

Day 24:
The things I dream at night, they don't belong to me, do they? The images I see in my head- I've never known these objects, these places, these feelings before. The creatures...
Should I be worried? Am I mad? Who is this person- this voice I speak with, the voice that I know...

Day 25:
I dreamt of her again. A female.. something. I feel her strange claws reach out to touch me- but the touch is soft. Like a warm embrace from another deer.
So... very warm...

Day 26:
My pelt is sticking. I love the orange colour it's coming out in. I have new tines on my short antler growths. I'm glad that I've made it this far. But now, I look back at the smaller fawns and wish I could play so freely again. Too much play and some stags look down on me.
I still don't seem to understand what gender I am. I have antlers but nothing in the way of a ... staghood.

Day 27:
A tree fell in the forest, today. No one else was around to hear it. It made the most sickening-
crack.
My belly contracted and turned into knots. And I smelt blood somewhere in the depths of my mind. Tasted it. Stronger and stronger until I had to run for the pond to wash it out.
This has happened before... I have heard this noise- this pain in my head. The pressure in my neck. I have felt this before!
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Behind the mask [Dhina Observation 2]


The forest is not kind to the small
Tread upon, ignored, bullied, sometimes even eaten.
It can be a dangerous nightmare for the unprepared.
Even the most prepared can feel neglected or left out.
The pelt spells will not stick to us.
Our antlers never as large.
Our pleas for forest magic ignored.
The worst being the lack of respect.
“You is small yes? Is cute!”
“Hehe look at the little mini!”
“Minis are always clowns “

No respect at all.

The thoughts that haunt the mind, and rip apart the soul *~Night Shade~*

Day1
"It’s fine…everything is..ok?

Maybe?

I..I don’t know….

No…


It’s not…

They don’t need to worry…I’ll act as if nothing is going on..


yes I’ll hide the tears with laughter…and the pain with a smile….


I sleep but get no rest…I dream…but I only have nightmares….



Why?”

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“So..confusing…
My head hurts….
The dreams are horrible..some about the past..some maybe of things to come
…my own calls often wake me up…
I like it here..but sometimes miss my old life..
I was such a simple creature back then..
Now so complex….
Things I did in the past..I reflect on..
I feel regret..animals shouldn’t have to feel, regret but I do…
…the only thing to do, is to tell myself…things worked out the way they were supposed to…..
…and maybe I was never like the other deer to begin with..no..I rebelled
..Thats why I’m here after all…
I can still feel them…the antlers tearing into my hindquarter…
And…
Sometimes..it still hurts.
I still hate him…
But…I miss my herd…
I hope they are well…”


Day2


[=gold]“I had little time to think today..I had very few minutes to myself…

..Many deer wished to play today, and I enjoyed their company..I did not recognize many of the deer I met today…however there was one face I recognized..how could I forget…it was imitate.

.I haven’t seen him for awhile…I must say this unusual deer amuses me….once again I had no time to myself. He followed me everywhere…I must say it was kind of comforting having him around…

Knowing someone was nearby helped me sleep better than I have in the past few days.
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Antics 12-22 to 26 [early morning] -09

Gonna kick myself again for letting them build up some. XD;
Maybe if I'm feeling less lazy, I'll copy-paste (and edit the tense of) what I wrote about what was happening on these days. It's what I've started doing in my updates blog. =]
Proceed to the usual image heaviness.
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Suicidal lemmings [Picture spam, tef, IT, Sims 2. It wants to provoke your comp to suicide]

nnnnom.


Have a nice pile of nice happy deer. Feel the love in your guts.


Quamar: *being bullied and pressed underground* ;___;
Minideer: *bullies* >8D


Quam: *lifts* D8<
Minideer: ... D'8


Minideer: *shows Quam who's the boss* Take me to the river D8<
Quamar: Y-yes, my lady...


Epicfawn: *facecrashes to Quam* mfff~


Epicfawn: W-Wait!! D8
Quamar: Never facecrash to me againnn!
Stellmaria: .__.


Quamar: *sends flying*
Epicfawn: Nyaaaaa~
Stellmaria: Uuh, a penny!


This is art.
Stellmaria: *Not impressed*


Fawn: *fails*
Stellmaria: Aw darn, what a let down! I want my money back...


Quamar: IMMA RIRIN' MAH~
Yori: Oooh, a penny!


What's wrong in this picture?


Two sides of Riptail finally meets.


Cutlass: Say, ya afraid of zombies?
Riptail: S-s-saaay w-whaaat...? o___o


Riptail: Y-you poor excuse of a man, how dare you blahblahblah nagnagblah~
Cut: *really pays no attention*


Quam: Whoa, check this out.
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