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Time to heal (shortstory)

February 9, 2011 - 5:16pm — quadraptor

I walked with Quad again today. I asked him about all of this. "All the pain and suffering in the world, it's just too much. Why do I feel so helpless against it all?"

He nudged my arm and said, "Because you yourself are part of the pain and suffering."

We stopped, he stood before me, "Look into my eyes.", he said. I did so, and just faintly within his beautiful brown eyes I saw my own reflection.

"Your time will come when you can save the world, Chris. You're not ready yet, you haven't gotten your wings yet. But one day you will, and when that day comes, I will fly with you to all your desires.", he spoke.

I didn't reply, I didn't know what to say. Quad always knew the right words for me.

He nodded, "Take the time to heal your own pain, and let go of your suffering. And remember you are a beautiful person. You forget that sometimes."

I smiled at him, "Thank you, Quad, for everything."

"Don't give up, Chris. Don't give up.", he replied.

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Watching over (Snow shortstory)

February 9, 2011 - 6:55am — quadraptor

Writing for SnowSauria for Drawing Quad as a wolf. Since you refer to Snow as an 'it' due to being a hermaphrodite, that's what I decided to go with as well. Enjoy

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The muntjac was curled up on a bed of flowers. A nice dream played in its mind, and it kicked its hind legs slightly, imagining running in an open meadow. Snow called out in the dream, listening, hoping it wasn't alone.

It felt warmth on its belly, looking around it saw nothing but wildflowers in the meadow. What was causing this gentle warming?

Snow opened its eyes, half-awake. The creature looked down to see a small fawn had curled up by it, her little body pressed up onto Snow's green belly. Blinking for a few moments, Snow yawned and its head rested back on the flowers. The added warmth was comforting to it, and very easily it began to dream once again.

But this time, the fawn was in the meadow as well. She looked up to the creature before her. "Hello there! What would you like to do today?", the fawn asked. Snow was hesitant, but then asked, "Hide and seek?" The fawn's face brightened, and she darted off into the tall grass, calling, "You'll never find me!"

A few moments of silence, only the sound of the gentle breeze brushing past the flowers and grass. Snow smiled, taking a deep whiff of the air. It could smell the fawn, but only faintly. The flowers seemed to mask her scent. The muntjac followed the scent, getting stronger with each step.

"Oww!", Snow heard the fawn cry nearby, "Hey where did you come from?"

"I don't know, I got lost out here!", another voice spoke, a slightly deeper tone to it. Snow tilted its head, and peeking through the grass, it found two little fawns whispering to one another.

"Oh, you found me! You're really good at this game!", the girl fawn spoke.

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"Hear me..."

February 9, 2011 - 6:43am — Zergarikiaka

"Kingdom Hearts...."

"This time has long since past, that action should have been taken."

"The nobodies have all but vanished. Leadership has dissappeared completely."

"Perhaps I am all that remains of the nobodies. Your most loyal servant."

"It is time I take the absolute lead in your restoration. It is time for your pale light to shine again over the world that never was."

"You will be complete again. The time draws near. Sora has been active on the many worlds, as is expected. Countless hearts have been recovered, and you have appeared once more."

"Your euphoria is deafening. Your image maddening. When will your power be mine?"

"Where is my heart?"

"Hear me moon!"

"It seems we are all that remain to preserve Kingdom Hearts, and see to her complete restoration."

"Shine down and fill me with your power! There is no longer any heartless that will oppose my will. Between my power, and that of the heartless, failure will not be an option!"

"And soon, a heart will be mine."

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I met this Fawn today..

February 9, 2011 - 3:18am — SpiritOfWandering

Met this cute Fawn in the area near the pond among all the magical mushrooms... who spread golden light - I have no idea what that is but was magic. I wanted to give you flowers from my antlers but ended up discarding them... I am basically new though registered over a year ago and am yet again reading through the manuals and actions. Haven't assigned hotkeys yet..still. So thank you for the lovely company and for the magic!

Please note - I am experimenting with CSS right now. I'll be changing some of these colours into baxkgrounds later.

-Clumsy Dancer

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Gifts in the River (Cabbage Shortstory)

February 8, 2011 - 6:21am — quadraptor

Writing for TheSnalf for drawing Quad as a wolf Enjoy

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The sun was warm today. An early spring day. He smiled and enjoyed the warmth, glad to have a pretty day after the many cloudy ones during the winter. Cabbage carried on his own way, smiling when he heard others nearby praising the Twin Gods for such lovely weather.

He found a nice spot by the river to relax. He would go and sit at the Pond, but there were many deer over there already, so he liked this spot instead. He was near the Crying Idol, and the sound of water rushing from the stone's eyes was pleasing to him, even though the thought of a crying statue was saddening to him. The water was crystal clear in the sunlight, and Cabbage very much loved watching insects play in the water. As a dragonfly buzzed past, something caught his eye. The stag stood and looked closer to the clear water. Something was out of place, something shimmering under the water.

He stepped into the cool waters and nudged the thing with his hoof. Lifting if out of the water, he inspected the thing for a few moments - it was an old necklace, something he had never seen before. The chain was a beautiful shade of gold, and hanging on it was a golden pendant with rounded turquoise stones. It was shaped in a circle, the stones resembled a mushroom circle, making a ring on the edge of the pendant.

He lowered his head and placed the necklace on one of the forward prongs of his antlers. He then turned to the Crying Idol, asking the old stone, "Excuse me, did you lose this?" The idol did not give any kind of a sign, and the deer tilted his head. "I wonder what to do with it then?", he questioned.

He hopped out of the river and walked away, looking around for a place the old necklace should go.

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Unbeatable (Rihame poem)

February 7, 2011 - 5:56pm — quadraptor

Writing for Rihame for drawing Quad as a wolf. Enjoy

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I feel the pulse deep within the ground
A battle will soon rage, I can feel it
Antlers clashing endlessly from within
I crave it, every moment, every experience
The point where my eyes lock with my enemy's
The tension I feel before the battle
Studying his body, eager to rip it to shreds
Waiting for one of us to make the first move
Him...or me?

I spring first, antlers drawn, heart racing
He doesn't expect it, he doesn't move fast enough
I catch him off guard, my prongs digging deep into him
Oh how I love the sound of his suffering!
He loses his strength, the fire within him extinguished
I step back, studying him once more, savoring every moment
Do I finish him now, or let him suffer some more?
I approach, pressing my hoof into his open wound
His cries are like sweet music to my ears
"Pathetic, weak, disgrace to all stags...", I say
"You should have been born a doe."

And as the words of victory were spoken
I see the spectators around us
Their eyes filled with confusion, terror, and hate
Let it rage within them, let their anger flow
I have yet to find any others who could match me
I let my opponent live, I leave his side at that point
His blood staining my hoof much like a trophy
Let them come, let anyone oppose me
May the spectators see that I cannot be defeated
May the challengers fall to the unbeatable Rihame!

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A Spark of Inspiration (Anjali Shortstory)

February 7, 2011 - 6:11am — quadraptor

Something for Anjali doing a Quad as a Wolf artwork. Hope this is okay

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"I've been uninspired lately.", the stag spoke. He was bent down, praying toward the Twin Gods' statues on their hill. "I know it is much to ask for, but could you show me how to express kindness better to my fellow deer? Anything at all would be wonderful."

Silence. Maybe the Twin Gods were busy. He stood, his body radiating with the temporary white pelt from being a devotee. Anjali hoped they heard his prayer, but disappointed from not receiving an answer, he began to walk away.

He walked around, not really finding anyone close by. There were a few fawns but they seemed happy, so he didn't bother them. He moved farther, soon finding himself alone once again. Sitting in a soft patch of flowers, he took the time to rest and reflect, only listening to the sounds around him and the few thoughts that came to his mind. The sun was slowly setting on the land, the Forest becoming darker with each second that passed.

He opened his eyes, surprised to see something before him. A strange orb of light was floating a few feet away. The stag stood and approached the light curiously. As he did, he felt his body envelop in golden light. "What is this?", he questioned aloud.

"Relax, Anjali. Let us take you on a journey.", a voice spoke. Before he could ask who the voice belonged to, he vanished from the Endless Forest, shooting off into the sky within a thin beam of light.

He felt his body rush through the air, passing the land quickly. He could barely keep his eyes open, he shut them as the wind seemed to bombard his face relentlessly. He didn't know what was going on, his heart was racing. "I don't want to die!!", he cried.

Then the wind stopped as he spoke the words. "Relax, Anjali.

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"All For What" (Prose)

February 7, 2011 - 2:48am — Graveyard

Below the Cut is CSS and the Story of How Amadalia's thoughts come into play as she contemplates her return to Take out Tomrael.
- You are free to Interact with Amadalia on this Thread if you Desire

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willow's encounters. (1)

February 5, 2011 - 9:15pm — arya12

As she rises, wobbling slightly one the uneven ground, Willow puts on front leg out and starts walking through the forest. Suddenly she hears a noise, another deer aproches, Willow cowers in fear but the stranger reassures her that he won't harm her, she makes a low bow and they slowy make their way to the ename ruins where there is magic afoot.

( please tell me if it's bad I dont want to be ashamed.

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[ respiration's declination [ song-poem ] ... ]

February 5, 2011 - 5:51pm — Rutilus

You and me, love, we'd been
Treading water
Meant for slaughter, you said yourself

And then the day came, you were
Falling faster
And I asked her, where'd you go?

Then she told me you had
Gone and done it
Made a run for it
Got away

And as the months went on I was
Sinking lower
Winter's colder now you've left and escaped

Did you ever think that
Maybe after
We'd tear the rafters from the roof over our heads?

We could have been someone but
You were running
As I was yearning
You shut your eyes

The sickle and the scythe they
Hounded our lives
Oversized pocket knives
You learned to hate

We never met again, we
Seperated
Lives outdated
Was it too late?

Rotting tongues of wind they
Took your dust from me
Left my hands empty
By the sea

And as my sell-by-date
Reaches its maker
I beg you bring her

One time

Again to me

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