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The legend deer, Arneck.Chapter one...

Chapter one The discovery.
As the sun fell in the west,Arneck watched the blushing cheek pink wave around the golden orange circle he breathed in the smell of the flowers.Arneck was about to ask a loving stag he met that offered him to be his dad that said he would lead him through the life of a fawn about where they should sleep to night in the forest when,all of a sudden he noticed a glimmer of green.Even though the grass hid it most, his fawn eyes could see it.Dad.He said to his father Dresterwet who was a protector of the forest.Dresterwet protected the balance of life and death when they heard from a deer who had the power to contact the gods that the balance was falling more to death or life.If it was far from life they did the spell they were gifted with to cure a sick deer,keep one from dieing of old age and more.When the balance was far from death they used there powers to not have any fawns enter the world.Yes said his father.What is that glimmer?His dad hesitated for a moment.Unlucky for his dad he could tell when he tried to hide something.He knew his dad knew something about it,but he didnt talk about it any more.When they were sleeping in the human world it was only 10 A.M.Two hunters went to hunt some game.They went to hunt in there favorite spot which they liked to call game rock.The hunter who had asked his friend,Paul to come with saw a picture carving of a deer bowing at a statue they hadnt seen before.(The statue was the one were the deer bowed at the twin gods)Thats when he touched the statue and so did Pauls friend Mark,had ended up some where they never heard of.

To be continued in chapter two Endless forest is in the bad time of death.

Every day here a new chapter i make after school.No rude comments.I worked hard on this!If you want to add an idea for the next chapter.

Who do you think you are?

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Light within the Darkness

When the world feels like it's coming down on you
When the future is frightening and uncertain
When the past continues to haunt you
When the last bit of confidence you have fades
When you struggle to see yourself
When you find yourself shrouded in darkness
Remember that you have me
I am always the warmest light
I am always a body for you to rest upon
I am always here



Always

I'm Waiting.

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back on again...(seems like years)

Sorry guys, its just that I've been real busy an all with work and stuff...but now I can finally be back on again. I tried drawing some pic. that I liked, but now I'm way better, sorry I'm really random. but yah, I'm glad to be chatin again. so...what yal doin right now, because I'm curious, and Chickenwhite, this is for yah. I saw those adoptables that your doin for people... I would like one. My deer is in my sig. pic. Just so yal know what rihame looks like.

I hope that you can make pic. of my deer because I don't have all that photobucket stuff and art programs, so you guys are really lucky. We just can't afford that stuff, so just tell me if you can, so I can be excited about it.
Thanks
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R.I.P. Zari

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Connection (gift writing for you all)

Just my way of saying "thank you" for helping me out of stress and depression, and this goes to everyone here, even if you don't even know me. Please listen to the music while you read, it was what inspired this writing.




Listen to my voice. You know me well, you know who I am. I am an animal you created, maybe a long time ago, or maybe recently. I may be a deer, wolf, horse, bird, fish...maybe a fictitious creature, but in that case I'm really a similar animal who lives in this world...you know who I am.

But there is much more to me than you may know. How long ago can you remember? Your childhood? When you were a baby? What about before you were born? No, was that too far back? Well, I remember it well.

You and I are connected, not because I am an idea of yours, but because you are an idea of mine too. You see, I am a real animal who was born the same time you were, and we were bonded together at the time you and I were born. You didn't know me back then, and actually, I wasn't really sure what you were either.

Time and time again, I dreamed of you, learning a little more about you every night. By the time you have given birth to the idea of me, I have discovered you completely. I see you as my guardian, much like you see me as one. Isn't that funny how similar we are?

There are others much like me who are connected to you, too. Though I don't know them, they probably are connected to me, too. Maybe we were all born at the same time.

Listen to my words.
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The Test of Flames (featuring Brynhried)

((Art trade for Freyja, info here))

The gates are closed. The door sealed shut. He walked along, hearing others play and laugh, but not joining them. He just kept walking, that's all. He didn't care for their games, and only liked quiet company for the most part. But lately the Forest had been more loud and obnoxious that he just wanted his space and quiet.

Brynhried stopped and sniffed the air. Something had caught his senses, he had a whiff of a smell in the breeze that made him relax a little. Where was it coming from?

North..., his mind told him. He turned and walked out of the Birch Forest, approaching the Pond. Stopping at the waters edge, he breathed in the air once more. It wasn't here, but he needed a drink of water anyway. After cooling his body, he continued north, crossing the old bridge. He enjoyed the feel of the stonework beneath his hooves, the sound it made as he walked across. It was a simple pleasure of his.

The smell was getting stronger, and soon he saw the Old Oak emerge in the distance. He could tell it was coming from there, and as he walked he saw a lone fawn approach him. "Hello, do you want to play?", the fawn asked.

Brynhried stopped and looked at the little one for a moment. "I'm busy.", he replied, and kept on his way toward the Old Oak. That scent had him very intrigued, he had to know what was going on. The fawn tilted her head, and curiously followed the stag.

Brynhried stopped at the base of the great tree. The smell was overwhelming as it filled his lungs, he felt his body shiver in primal delight. He could not resist but to step inside of the shelter the Oak provided and sit, letting himself mellow and fall into a deep trance. The fawn looked in at him, "I thought you were busy. What are you doing in here?"

The stag replied strangely, "Don't you smell it?
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