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Gruffen+WaterMustang

This blog is just for me to help out Gruffen.
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Trouble won't find me.

[center][=grey][=10]I was running, It felt like my legs were going to fall off.
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Birds (Poem)




The birds mistake my antlers as branches of a tree.
But that is okay, as I am enjoying their company.
They flutter and they chirp, they hop and they sing.
And squawk at one another about little bird things.
While I look up to them and they look down to me,
We think to one another of the balance of harmony.
One of them just pooped on my head, oh my!
But that is okay, we all have to poop sometime.




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"I'm sssorry..." (Vent Writing)

A gardener was working, tending to her garden by pulling weeds. She was unaware that a green snake was passing through the garden. He was not venomous, but while he slithered by the gardener, she moved abruptly when she saw him. Startled, the snake lashed out on instinct, biting her leg.

He drew back, realizing what he had done. He looked up to her and spoke, "I'm sssorry, ma'am, I did not sssee you there. I did not mean any harm, you ssstartled me and I cannot control myssself when I am ssstartled. The damage wasss done and I wisssh I could fix it."

The words of peace from the snake fell on deaf ears, as the gardener struck the snake's head with a shovel.

Laying nearly dead, his last words were, "I'm...sssorry..."

How can we ask forgiveness when we unintentionally do harm?
How can we repair the damage we do?
How can we apologize when the words don't get through?
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Tango And Radio - Start To A Beautiful Friendship!

Tango trotted to the cage, " I wonder where Radio is!" She turned around and lay down. Hmm I better check Radio ain't around. She called. The horns above her head banged violently against the cage bars, knocking the deer sidewards. Woah! She steaded herself. The calls returning was near the playground. She ran towards it. The noises died. "How percuiler," she thought. Radio must be here. SHe searched the forest. Maybe she is at the Red Hill. Of she trotted, souring over all the logs in her path untill...

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Holly on the Old Oak - Final Thoughts




Holly on the Old Oak

Final Thoughts






A boy named Jake gives a lone stag a place to rest for the night, and the next morning, he found a surprise surrounded by hoofprints in the snow.

A King and a Page were charitable to the poor, setting an example for us all.

The antics of three deer who tilted their heads at a Christmas ornament on a tree, who discovered the meaning of the season.

A kind deer listens to a lonely ghost fawn, and helps him find his long lost mother.

A disfigured stag, who nearly gave up hope, was invited to dance with others and shown true friendship.

A lost deer, believed to be one of Santa’s reindeer, was treated kindly and became the talk of an entire town.

The dance of the deer, a celebration that all are welcome to attend.

A doe and her mate, seeking shelter from the rain, give birth to a miracle fawn.

The strange party of the most evil and vile monsters, who in their own way enjoy the season.

A storyteller retells a Christmas classic for a group of fawns, and later discovers that the story is really true.

A curious doe who wants to learn how to fly, and soon becomes the center of an extraordinary event.

And the tale of Walter Scrooge, who was shown the meaning of generosity and changes his view on the world.



These stories express several important virtues – kindness, generosity, and merriment.
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The third of a four part story || "Race"

You heard right. Click eet 8D
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~In a time with no trust~(A Rp. Feel free to join!)

Am'iira disdainfully stepped quietly through the trees, half hanging her head in shame. I was used. He didn't love me. Why would he defend me against those other deer? The snow under her hooves gave a crunchcrunchcrunch as she broke the top layer of ice. Spots of red accompanied the hoofprints behind her, the path leading from the terrible forest she once came from, into a new one.

Beaten and bloody, she made her way to the giant tree that others sought out for warmth. Other deer stared at her as she lay herself down, most openmouthed and disgusted. Some even left; but that didn't bother her, this happened on a normal basis. She was often shunned and ignored for her gray/white pelt, but she saw others as they left that bore the same colors. Were they not shunned for this?

"...Dangerous.... Bloody..... smells terrible...."

She leaned on giant root beside her body and let out a sigh, closing her eyes. She was exhausted. A new forest, new deer. New individuals to interact with. She heard it was a place of peace. She may as well start new, right? Why not?

With a sigh, she placed her head down on the hard ground and closed her eyes. She felt exausted, but sleep would not come; so she just decided to lie there.

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