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Amor ordinem nescit [Furfur Diary 4]

"Amor ordinem nescit...love certainly does not know order.."

Furfur sighed and laid down within the old oak tree. He had spent another day wandering with friends and helping an old companion gain suitable attire for the forest. He was such a vibrant individual before but now only sat beside him in silence. Furfur paced nervously and hung his grinning mask up to dry on a splintered section of the interior. He was far more troubled than previous nights and this was turning out to be no exception. There were so many uncertainties and worries lately that he could not logically consider. He remained restless and distant from those whose companionship he never once left.

"A Penny for your thoughts?”

"I.."Furfur faltered. How could he summarize his worries in a few mere sentences? He continued to pace circles around Rhys deep in thought. This persistent habit continued until Rhys laboriously climbed to his feet and gave his companion a weary smile.

"Well how about let’s start with basics: What is her name? ”

"Well her name i-wait! What?! Who said anything about a her. You’re wrong. I don’t know what you’re talking about I was just trying to think of what mask to wear Tomo-"He reared up and danced in place in agitation. How did he know!? The cheeky little gold masked weirdo always seemed to know things about him he held secret.
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We are watching always.

We are the eyes of the crying idol,
We are the words of the old oak,
We are the ears of De Drinkplaats,
We hear the cries of the cemetary...

We are the voices of those who cannot speak for themselves.

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+What Fun!+ [Please at least READ this.]

Hello! Revtheyr here!
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Travels of Terpsichore: Fawnhood

The world seems made for dancing in.


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Stupid Doe's don't belong here.


Has he left me again?
The snow falls and the deer prance about. This merry time, full of hope and joy, I wish I could join.
But he's left again, to where I may never known. I told you I wouldn't hurt you, but now its the other way around.
I want to enjoy this time of giving. I want to forget those snowy memories but, without you I won't.
Am I such a stupid doe, that I would give up what I know?
I always believe it wasn't true, looking at myself I knew, they would never love me.
But he claims he does, he says its true.
I am a stupid doe. I don't belong here do I? Those words still ring through my head,
"You are a abomination"


PFFFFFFT/FAIL. 8D And this is just because she hasn't seen/heard from him for sometime. So she is panic'n.
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The Doe's Log (88 diary)

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Iduvine's Diary - The tale of the white dove 4:1



[=#374965]The first snow came today, I noticed that as I woke up and was covered in a thin layer of snow. I had slept by the crying idol and had nothing that protected me from the falling snowflakes. I got up on my feets and shaked the snow of, I felt cold after lying in the snow for so long and my legs felt stiff. I started trotting through the forest just ro regain my warmth, I passed the old oak and the ruins, finaly I stoped at the pond and drank some water.

I wasn't really excited over the first snow, the cold has never been anything I've liked.
As I wandered around I got my sight on a deer I've seen a lots of times these days, the deer with masks hanging from his antlers. I've heard that he's called "The Collector" why I don't know but somethin I know is that it's fun to cast spells on him.
I don't know why but I do not feel much fear of this stag, but I've never stayed around him for a long time. He often chases after me when I've casted a spell at him, It's fun.

As "The Collector" once again disappeared I desided to seek shelter from the snowy weather in the old oak but it seemed that many others already had come up with that thought. I'm not a fan of big groups so I huddled besides the big tree and it actually gave me some shelter.

After lying there for a while I noticed a stag that stood not farm from me, he lokked at me and I got up. He had a grey pelt and was also wearing the skullmask and the big white antlers, the same antlers as "The Collector" but this stag had no masks hanging from his. At first I was a bit suspicious as usual and as he tryed to get closer I backed of, I tilted my head and then I curtsed politly to greet him.
He greeted me back with a deep bow. I turned around and once again I started to trott through the forest, as I had trotted a bit I noticed that the stag was following me.
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Playtime Diaries - 17th Dec (feat. Collector and Saosin)

Today was my first ever snow day, soft little flakes falling from the sky landing on my nose and making me sneeze. The snow is infinity pretty I do have to shake my head every so often to stop it collecting on my antlers, I've found they get rather heavy with a layer of snow, never the less I got up slowly from my warm patch of ground where I had been sleeping having a stretch and glancing at the frigid water forcing myself to approach the pond to take a drink and then wandered round the forest again leaping as I ran to try and warm up.

In the cold air as my breath came in bursts of steam making me look more like the dragons of lore. I find myself wondering if I should switch my pelt to the green scaled look some deer prefer but I do love the iridescence of my magpie one as the light catches it exposing the beautiful green and purple hues on the back of my neck and the blue on the rest of my pelt. Perhaps before this cold snap ends I will make a decision. But I digress, I found The Collector again once again playing his mask game and I followed him for a time as he and a white pelted deer seemed to spar with mask spells, perhaps stealing masks from sleeping deer is too easy...

I walked with a winter pelted Saosin for a while, without a doe to guard he is a much more amenable stag and did not drive me away as we walked together he ate at a mask tree and that is where I let him be, we are still acquaintances after all and I would not want to push him. So looking for someone to play with I stumbled once again upon the collector sitting down staring at one of his stolen masks, he seemed so engrossed he did not notice me at first and after watching him yesterday I tried to mirror his movements in stealing masks.
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A Winter Day Tale




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