Diary Entry

Tacita's picture

I return!

After almost a year of absence, I've rejoined the forest! : D I probably won't be as active as I once was (which honestly wasn't horribly active haha lD;; ), but I'll be logging on when I can. I'm pretty excited!

I usually play as my character Plaguebox. He's a friendly little guy so come say hi if you want! C:

I hope to see you all in the forest (and maybe even make some new friends Cx)!
sable.'s picture

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:c

Anything you write Puzzled .... I do not even like day then you pass?
cicadia's picture

Someone trade me...(more?)

Been finally getting away from my flu, working on chibis...and now I need a little break from them. Anyone want to art trade me? My half would be in pencil, shaded...yeah I don't really have any examples to toss here, but I'm sure plenty of people know by now I wouldn't give you some simple scribble...

---I'll take two more now.

In return I'd like art of Abseilen I think... (Unless someone wants to do Brighteyes for some insane reason.)


so far:
[+] <-'Gore' Warning
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worried for my rat

I have an albino rat named cupcake. I've had her for over a year now. Just recently she has developed a lump on her right side. She may have gotten that after she jumped off of her coffee table in an attempt to reach the center table (heaven only knows why). The strange thing is, her lump is not bothering her, and seems to be free floating. My dad called the vet to make an appointment, and the vet said that those kinds of lumps are not unheard of. I just hope it's not serious. I would like to keep cupcake for as long as I can. She was a rescue after all.
cicadia's picture

Shimeji?

I swear to god Lu, don't you dare-

...Is anyone here familiar with Shimeji? [+]
Not the mushroom. The lil guys that crawl around your screen.

Seed's picture

The Diary of Seed, 8-8-12

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She must have thought me very silly. I was working on the final poem for the scavenger hunt (Hooves crossed it goes well; it turns out I have one less poem than I thought I did. Oh dear.) when Sage arrived, to see me muttering and pacing. She didn’t laugh… But as I explained my woes to her, the idea formed and struck me like lightning, the words a pitter-patter of rain in my heart. When I write a poem, I admit it: I am not thinking. Not in the way that I think normally. All the parts of me that worry and fret move aside, and what moves in me is pure words. It’s editing when the thought comes back. Still, to spend so long pacing, and then be over in so little time…That’s odd to watch, isn’t it?

Still, when we were done, we went dancing again. The strange dancing, the slow-dancing that I showed her once; we’d both been thinking about it. We began to try and work out some signals – follow me, for example. In fact, that’s our only example. Just as the thoughts began to slide into the movement, into the cardinal-flush of her fur, into delightful play of language made of eye contact and a nod of the head, the first and truest language of the forest…
A little fawn came up. We happily danced with him, and until a second one came running, we even made a small attempt to show off our dancing to an audience – I wonder if the little fellow thought it strange?

But with two fawns, there’s no way we could focus long enough to do much more. We quickly fell to just goofing around, running and hopping in circles, gaining and shedding fawns like leaves. I think at most, we had 3 with us at a time, and total, we had 4; we’d occasionally stop to cast some antler magic, or take a break for me to sit and take a note or two for this entry.
I didn’t know their names, and for that, I’m sad.
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