To all who helped me get the raven spell, there is some bad news. I got on today to play as my raven but LO AND BEHOLD! she was normal Skydancer again! same everything and when i tried to load her spell it was gone! I was all like WHAT THE -bleeeeeeeepity bleep beep bleepin- CRAP! :'( you guys don't have to help me get it back but I want to know this. Do I have a hacker on my hands? Or is it just a glitch?
Well, i got this idea from Big Bunny and i thought i could make one too. A)I'm thinking of making a falcon to live in the forest B) what animal spells are there and C)how do you keep them or resize them
It was rainy, and it was comming down hard. All of the deer had took cover under the towering branches of the trees. Nice and warm. But not Skinta, she loved the rain. She would always run and pounce in the puddles, and plus there were never any other deer to bother her or to tell her what to do. She didn't like rules, especially the ones that were useless. Like fawns not being able to be out after dark. She also liked to play after dark, thats when the fireflies came out to play in their swirling slumber of lights. It was no fun watching them in the day, they didn't light up then. Skinta was different from the others. She liked to do things, that to her, were much more fun then bouncing around in the fields with the other fawns. As the moon grew brighter and brighter Skinta grew more and more joyful, something was different, it had stopped raining! Now the fireflies have to come out to play! She couldn't wait to see the them with their bright glowing lights, and their wonderful playfulness. Skinta pauses for a long time, scanning over the purple and orange horizon searching for the fireflies, and there they were, swirling and bouncing in the air. Skinta thought to herself that nothing could possibly get better, she was free to do as she pleased, free of all the worries and woes. They twirled around her as they lit up her eyes, she loved to try to jump up and touch them with her nose. Several minutes later, they seemed to vanish into the night not leaving a trace except for the trail of blue light behind them. And then Skinta saw why. As here eyes gazed up into the night, she saw the soul capturing eyes of an owl, with the face of a human. It was sitting on the lowest branch only a couple of feet away from her. The sight of this stunns Skinta. She sprints through the forest tripping over a fallen log. The owl with the human face was right behind her, tracking her every step. Dipping and dodging under branches through the air.
Maybe somewhere her fawn was here. Or maybe just an answer to what had happened. Theano did not hold out much hope and lacking any other idea what to do she decided to go back into the forest to seek shelter from the coming storm.
Theano turned and wandered back into the the ominous forest that was nearly as dark as the clouds over the bay. The storm sent out a cool breeze ahead that caressed the leaves which adult deer knew was a warning to find shelter----a small respite before the fury began. Theano was not frightened. Storms had always fascinated her. She was able to maintain calmness and peace while the forest thrashed and crashed about her. The fawn had changed that some what by making her a bit more tense as storms approached because it was no longer just about her. Theano always had managed to find shelter. She never failed to see the primitive beauty in the howling wind, rolling clouds, and pelting rain. At times it was almost cleansing.
As she continued to move through the tall trees despite the darkness the feel of the land brushing against her cinnamon fur began to feel familiar once more. The landscape morphed into the landmarks she had come to know and love in the endless forest. The large tree with its female like entrance was always a safe haven from any impending storm. As she passed the spigot like fountain where transformation occurred daily she sniffed the air and all ready sensed the cleansing had begun. Theano quickened her pace as the storm seemed to pick up speed with its breeze becoming many gusts much like an animal's breathe after a long run. The dark damp entrance beckoned her with its moisture. Theano slid into its darkness feeling safe and warm and loved. She quickly bedded down in a crevice far from any opening.
Theano stood on the hill looking across the bay as the breeze filtered through her cinnamon fur. Her nostrils flared as the salt air filled her lungs and burned slightly. Her eyes were focused on the coming summer storm. Lightning cracked across the sky like the etchings seen on the gravestones at the Ruins. Never touching the ground, the lighting played with itself on a background of ominous midnight blue gray. The coming storm matched the one occurring in her mind. She had wandered aimlessly in the birch trees trying to calm the pressure inside her head. Trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions within herself. It was an endless loop.
Last year had held such hope, such life. Theano had birthed her first fawn. The bond was the most intense she had ever felt in her short adult life. The fawn's small warm body pressed up against her gave her a peace and a comfort she had never known. The warmth made rivulets through her veins and into her heart. Not one to join the groups found in the forest, her and her fawn made their own world. Morning found them near the playground climbing the many rocks and weaving through the smooth rounded monoliths that were scattered around. The fawn seemed more an extension of herself than a separate being. Afternoons found them both grazing near the bridge and enjoying the clear cool water of the lake. Theano wished it would never end. All things have cycles. She had learned that watching the seasons pass.
Theano instinctively knew fawns do not stay fawns forever. She could not remember when she had went from fawn to adult. It seemed to happen overnight. She really did not want to think about it. Theano chose to enjoy the day as it was and not think about tomorrow. The forest had taught her no one or no thing was promised tomorrow. Deer friends came and went. Parts of the forest would change when you least expect it . Having the fawn had changed that in some way.
Well, I might be getting Okami for wii soon, and it have me an idea for a new character. It's like a little okami wolf-deer, but instead of a divine instrument on her back, She has the power of rainbows. And is it ok if I get an image off google and edit it, but still give credit for the image to google?
Curled comfortably on the throe-rug before the fire place, black nose twitching under a tail of long wisping fur, ears slightly twitching in the emanating heat, Kam slept. The thick white strip of fur running from her nose up to stop between her long lashed eyes. The black fur on the ridge of her back bristled as she snarled in her sleep.
A rocking chair creaked as a large, finely built man shifted. The newspaper sheets in his hands rustled, causing another growl to rumble in Kam's chest.
"Heh! Think she chasin' t'croaws oot o' t'corn pautch. Heheheh." the man chuckled, shacking his head before turning his attention back to his paper. He was a middle aged man, tall, broad shouldered and heavily muscled, do to the hard labour that is required to run a farm. His face, lean and high cheek-boned, was weathered. He had thin lips and a straight nose with a faintly detectable boyish band of freckles across the bridge.
Allowing a ghost of a smile to spread across his lips, blinked his hazel eyes as he read The Daily News, Farm and Stock articles.
The clanking of cups in the kitchen could be heard loudly as the farmer's wife made the afternoon tea. A moment later footsteps were heard as Annie entered the living room. She was a small woman, but nicely covered, her small jovial round face beamed as she took pride in doing even the most menial things, like preparing afternoon tea. Her raven-black hair was pulled back in a loose bun which exposed her beautiful blue-gray eyes.
"Tea! Come on Tom! Up an' oot! That's moi chair. Sit'n yer own!" she admonished playfully. At the sound of her voice, Kam snapped to attention. Tea time was always the best. Annie was a well known woman in the community, one liked by all. Her cooking skills were also known clear over the Yorkshire Dales.
Kam scurried over to Tom; despite being so rough and strong, Tom, deep down, was a softy, and she knew it, however, the only problem was, so did Annie.
