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Revisiting the Past

"I can see them from here..yes, that's them! That's my herd.. and my father. I'd recognize his smell after all these years, no matter what.."
The two stood there for a while, watching the herd of shika. The shika grazed, having not noticed them standing nearby. Their coats were all the same variety- shedding their winter coats and gaining their tan color with spots for the summer. Kaoori stood, enthralled. She took a step closer.
"It would be wise if you did not move closer and make your presence known, Kaoori", Wesker stated quietly. She had told him of her past, knew of her father's forced abandonment of her.
"But my mother.. I don't see her.. she's not there!" Although Kaoori's parents had both abandoned her to the Endless Forest at an early age, she still had strong feelings for them, and it was upsetting to her to not see her mother as part of the herd. She bounded off in its direction, not hearing Wesker's yell of surprise.
There were many new faces in her herd. Many of the older ones noticed her, but did not recognize her, and shied away. One brave new face stepped up to touch noses with her, and this caused an alarm from one of the elders; a stomp on the forest floor.
A hearty snort was heard from nearby and Kaoori turned to face her father. He had not changed much, age had been kind to the stag. He had grown another tine, found a few more scars in the battles to keep his females. But time was creeping up to him.
"Father...", Kaoori whispered, turning to face him. They had not seen each other since she was a small fawn. Her emotions swirled in her heart; so many things she wished to say but nothing could come about.
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Katsutoshi rememebered this one. She'd been smaller than the rest. He'd hoped after they'd abandoned her she wouldn't make it. She somehow had.
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Are you There?

He did not know where he was running. He did not care. He couldn't see anyways; the fog blinded his eyes. Tears rolled down his face and he screamed, threw off his mask and left it lying in the pond. Although he couldn't see, he heard the Old Oak's hum, and kept running, and soon the sound faded away. He stopped running and screamed at the sky, his face soaked with tears. He fell to the ground, crying, staining his fur with wetness. The fog was too cloudy for anyone to see, but he did see the shadows of deer and fawns. And he saw one...of a doe...heading towards him.

"Voice?"

The doe didn't answer, and when she stepped out of the fog, she was gone. The stag started to cry again. Then he saw a human shadow, a girl, heading towards him. The girl came out of the fog. She had long, light brown hair with beautiful blue eyes, and a scar below her left eye. She was about 11 years old.

"Who are you?" the stag said.

The girl didn't say anything for a moment. The stag was about to start crying again when she said, "I am Ella." The stag watched Ella pull a knife out of her pocket. "I am your human." The stag almost snorted. "Every deer in the forest has a human side. Some deer have the same human. Every deer has their own mind, but they need their human to help control them. Their human controls them from a different world, and they may enter the forest to help their deer."

The stag started to cry again. "Lies! LIES!" He was standing up now, bucking at nothing. "Everyone has told me LIES! Every word they say to me is a lie! I am a lie!" He roared on top of his lungs, sending echos though out the forest. Dust blew into Ella's face as the stag kicked. "I know who you are, Peirce. I am your human. I have watched your every move. I have watched your birth. I have watched your mother suffering. I have watched-"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE HER!?" The stag reared, tears were falling from his face like rain, filled with both hurt and rage. "WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME?
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The Eye of the Beholder

tactful (t?kt' f?l) adjective
Possessing the ability to point out any or all negatives, you see in a person, in a positive way. If you are good at it, the person will believe, you are giving them a compliment and ask for more. Reading this proves that in relationships, you have learned to be tactful. Otherwise, you would be taking a very long dirt nap six-foot under. Smiling Mary Page aka theano

Art and drawing is a living paradox. When a person does art in its many forms they draw from their experiences, their moods, their needs, and give it meaning and perspective according to their view of the world. As you show it to other people a relationship forms because no one is exactly like you, and no one has had the same experiences as you, and no one has a iron clad grip on the truth. We all have desires, prejudices, and preferences.

The discussion begins. What you thought you presented is interpreted differently by another. If the choice of medium is open enough the interpretations cross our walls and boundaries. It is suppose to create a conflict. It is suppose to make each side uncomfortable. It is in our uncomfortableness we finally speak our truth. In communicating through what ever form there is we begin to see the world through other eyes. There is an infallible eternal truth woven through out our experiences and world, but as humans we can approach the infinite but we never get to the end of it. Art forms in picture, music and writing make us face the multiple realities that exist in our world. We develop compassion and tolerance. We see the other point of view. We never have to agree with it, but we respect it because it is their reality and base they work, play, and speak from.

We are all born, we all suffer in this life to some degree because of our folly, we will all die. In esoteric, eternal moments art lets us transcend our truth in a container by bursting the bubble we wrap it in, and spill it out among the others.
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Anjali's Healing

Warning, slight graphic writing

Anjali tried to get to the Twin Gods' hill. He hoped there would be a cure there, or at least he could be pointed in the right direction.

He would never make it to the hill. The stag's labored breath overtook him, he stopped for only a moment to look at the deep wounds and infection the rock hound had done to him.

And at that moment, he collapsed. A small pool of blood formed where he lay. He could see the Twin Gods' statues. He was so close. He tried to call, but nothing came out.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the virus inch slowly across his body and start to go into the wounds. He didn't want it to end this way. He was so close...

Warmth. It came quickly. Was he dead? Or...he swore he just saw an angel. His eyes were blurred, the light was so bright and gleaming.

"You're going to be alright, Anjali.", the voice so familiar spoke to him, "You're going to be alright."

He opened his eyes, no longer where he was but rather he had been brought right up to the hill. There, he saw the Twin Gods themselves, doing everything they could for him. They only barely touched his skin, and the wounds healed on their own. The infection was long gone, Quad's light destroyed it earlier.

"Rest. You're body is healed but you're still going to feel pain. There is nothing we can do for that, but time will heal it.", Auriea spoke to him.

"Please, tell us what attacked you.", Michael requested.

The three listened intently as Anjali spoke what he saw - an invisible enemy, a rock hound...purple eyes...the fight was blurry to him.

He slept here. He was under the protection of the gods, they would not let anything hurt him any longer this day. Quad even stayed by his side, yet the Grand Talux lowered his head.

[=red]"This is my fault, Anjali.
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New World.

The fawn woke in a sea of amber, gold, and green. It raised its tiny head and peered around through slitted eyes, pictogram glowing faintly between its huge ears. Hundreds of spots dotted the little deer's pelt, melting the fawn in to the surroundings. Blue smoke wafted to the sky not far off, and the sound of running water could be heard. The ears caught the sounds, down to the whisper of a dove's wings overhead. They became too much to handle, and the little fawn curled back up in to a small oval.

Tears stained the freckled, white cheeks of the little one as it now realized it was alone. They dripped down its face and on to the ground in soft, barely-audible clicks as it sobbed. The world was so big and bright, the fawn could not stand to stay in it, it thought. Terror caused it to cry out, leaving the safety of the tall grasses in search of a better place to hide from the terrifying world... little did the baby deer know that it was heading straight in to the heart of the Endless Forest and all of its little wonders.

A large, gray structure soon loomed over the little beast. Its heart beat as if a bird were trapped in its chest as it peered about, only finding sleeping beings. Not knowing what the beings were, the fawn thought it was safe. There were many places to hide, so the baby started with a bed of poppies. This was not enough protection. After several spots, the fawn settled down behind a tree, in an alcove of the ruins.

After a little bit of sleeping, two awake deer found the fawn. Big, green eyes were dazzled and terrified by their bone-faces as they tried to get the little deer to play. It drove off the strange creatures by lashing out with tiny, glass-like hooves. Upset. The second feeling the little deer had after Fear.

The fawn dozed off again in the innocent little curl fawns often do, unaware of the reality it was now facing. It was alive, and would have to come out of the alcove and enter the new world.

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The Light Infected (Rock Hound RP)

Related to the Rock Hound Event. Anyone can join in this (but please it it draw out a little rather than coming up with an immediate solution. I want it to be fun Eye ), and your goal is to figure out a way to cure Quad of the infection.

I'll put Quad's reaction in every now and then but otherwise you're welcome to write what he does in what you write for the story. If you need tips on how he will behave while infected, refer here under the section "Symptoms (post-zombification)". Quad will be very slow and clumsy, though, and yes, please include frequent farting and drooling when you describe him Eye

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The Grand Talux stole away during the night. He had a plan. He didn't tell anyone of this, but he just had to do it. It would be the first time he had ever defied the Twin Gods.

Quad looked around for the rock hounds. He knew they were hunting for him, and this time, he had no intention of fighting them.

Quad was going to give himself up and let them do as they pleased. He hoped the plan would solve the dilemma of the rampant rock hounds attacking his friends and the other deer of the Endless Forest. He felt extremely guilty that several deer had been killed at the hands of Iugulare...including his brother. He just wanted to make things right, he wanted the Forest to be safe again for them.

Quad would not realize what a foolish mistake he was making.

He went deep into the birch forest, where the old Playground rocks were. There he spotted a small group of Iugulare's rock hounds - an orange-eye leading a red, blue, and yellow.

[ moonshine ]

in a world far away from here
a vulture scans the shore
for human faces sulk and leer
yet always look for more

the dying twilight sets the mood
and circles, they appear
a ring of painted bodies stood
across the straits of fear

give in to the moonshine
give in to the night
surrender your body
for that which lacks sight

give in to the moonshine
forsaking the light
perform sins of the flesh
forget wrong and right

and when the sun comes back again
we'll flee into the woods
but once again when darkness falls
the bodies set the mood

we'll take you all around the world
with lips as red as wine
we'll show you things you've never dreamed
in the glimmer of moonshine
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Divine Follies

When speaking live another day by being tactful. When writing live for the eternal by piercing with the sword of truth. Theano

We all have our ways of finding inner peace and lessening the turmoil that life hands us in buckets. The forest provides many avenues of doing this. The landscape is full of spiritual symbols from all religions. You can choose to ignore them, explore them, or meditate on your own. No matter which spot I choose the ruins look vaguely Christian and Gnostic, the playground's chakra stones, the lotus flower of Eastern thinking, the white figures on the hill , the large humming om sound tree for us druid's at heart and many more I sense the divine folly of our ways.
If I do not accept the other symbols and learn toleration I am a fool. If I insist on only one area of the forest being holy, I miss the beauty of all the others and I am a fool. If I bow down in worship to all symbols and do not choose a path, I am still a fool. No matter which line of thinking I take I am a fool in someone's eyes or perspective. We are all fools before God or gods.

Desiderus Eramus Roterodamus explored it best. His name means longing desire of the beloved in Rotterdam. In Reformation he took the middle path and right and left raged against him. Yet he prevailed by writing. His best known work was In Praise of Folly where the arguments are laid out beginning with sexuality between men and women to pointing the finger at the religious powers that be. Folly is described as a woman who in all her opinions and foolishness has a central core of wisdom and accepts the paradoxes as they are and will ever be. Once this divine womanly Folly has her say she forgets it was ever said. Maybe life, and religion or no religion is not about the rightness of our ways but about our follies. God laughs and laughs and laughs. We are the ones in our foolishness think we are anything but fools.
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Clouds

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Guardians of Ga'hoof

WIP.
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