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The World is Grey

I believe very strongly that when it comes to desire, when it comes to attraction, that things are never black and white, things are very much shades of grey.
Brian Molko

We like to think that the world is black and white. That everything is defined and boxed in by a set rules or better yet a ruler who makes all the decisions for us and therefore relieves us of any responsibility or accountability. The world is grey just like the grey fog we played in these past couple of weeks. There is a change that occurs in us when we put ourselves into the grey whether in this world or the game world. The hidden social rules seem less important and new alliances are formed and then new ways of doing things. It breaks our habitual patterns of thought and makes us less certain of the rules we conduct ourselves by. Even the zombie deer puts us in the grey. Recenters us so we can choose anew which way we wish to go in our personal moral codes. Despite anyone's best effort the world and our own moral codes travel with us into the fog. Early on when one reads the forums the hints abound about the fog and the zombie deer with its special gifts. We notice certain deer have pelts and antlers and skulls that we just cannot seem to get. It sets up an expectation of something special for those chosen few who have the knowledge. Is it really knowledge, or a gift? Or is it another way we trap ourself into a patttern of thinking or rules that binds us rather than frees us. The fact is you do it to yourself. You cast the spell that changes you into the zombie and since the event occurs only occasionally, instead of just playing you begin to think of the ways and means of keeping your zombie persona which of course is just like everyone else's zombie persona. It becomes precious to you much like the ring was precious to the Golem in Lord of the Rings by Tolkien. It owns you.
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(Another) RP! Anyone up for one?

I'm doing a roleplay on another one of my blogs, but I'm also going to do another one right now 8D Because I'm so bored XP

The character I will be using is ZiraBay.
If it works out, there can be more than one person rp-ing with me. ^U^
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Masked Beauty (Featuring Blixt and the Collector)

[Sorry if I don't get the Collector's personality exactly right, but this is worth a shot]

A year has passed, and he had learned so little. Blixt still walked around, looking for something, anything, to spark his memory. He had restless nights, his head was always cluttered, and he was starting to hate the looks that other deer gave him.

He sat by one of the willow trees near the pond, looking down at his own reflection in the water. "Why can't I remember?", he constantly asked himself. Why couldn't he remember the doe he loved, the fight with his rival, the fall that nearly killed him...those memories were so distant in his mind, and yet he had the slightest clue about them. He knew he had a past, but couldn't seem to remember...

"The beginnings of the decent to madness...", someone spoke nearby, "...a beautiful sight to see firsthand."

Blixt was startled and stood as a creature stared at him, several faces hanging from his antlers. A skull of a head stared back at him, the eyeholes were as dark and deep as the moonless night. Blixt mustered his confidence, but deep down, the Collector had awoken some primal fear.

"I'm not going insane if that's what you're suggesting.", Blixt said as calmly as possible (though the Collector could tell by his voice that he was frightened).

"Oh? Then why do you linger here?", the Collector asked.

Blixt relaxed a little, "I...", he tried to say, but fell deep into his own thoughts. He wasn't even sure himself. He stared at his own face in the pond, no answers coming to him.

"Foolish one, the answer you seek is right before you.", the Collector said, approaching the water and looking at his own reflection. "Perhaps you should look at your true face."

Blixt shook his head, "This is my true face.
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The Cyclops {Image heavy}






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Naturespark (shortstory)

Inspiration, and a little from this too

He stood before the world, staring deep with newborn eyes. The land was scarred, burning, withered, and dying...

Things were much different, a long time ago. The land was much more beautiful. What had happened was unknown to him, but he lived in the consequences of so many terrible choices.

"Mother...", he spoke, "How could it come to this?"

"It's our burden to bear, my son.", his mother replied. "None of us were the cause, but all of us must suffer."

"It's so unfair...", the fawn said.

"Nothing is ever fair. We live in times where those who live to serve and protect are cast down by those who only care for themselves...", the doe sighed. "Not one soul will ever give itself to save the others."

The words touched her son. He looked upon the crying land, and with deep confidence, spoke to his mother, "I will."

The doe looked to him in shock. "No, my son! You haven't lived your life! You should not be the one to sacrifice for the mistakes of the world."

Her fawn smiled just slightly, "It's okay, mother. I would give my life to see a beautiful world than live in this one."

And as the words were spoken, he rested his body on the ground, closing his eyes and speaking, "Let my life save the world." He drew his last breath and collapsed, his very life drawn deep into the earth. His mother watched as all around him sprung green grass and wildflowers. Trees seemed to shoot up, growing rapidly and digging deep within the soil. The land was transformed within a matter of moments, what would have taken years to do happened before the doe's eyes in an instant.

The naturespark slowed as things seemed to be set in place once again. A lush forest covered the barren land, and soon many other animals arrived to bask in wonder.

The mother herself held her head proudly.
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The Holy Fire (Part I)

[=Bookman Old Style]I.

From Ashes


[justify][=12]The first thing she felt when she moved her long, pointy ears around restlessly, was the soft touch of petals that seemed to caress her skin and fur. The scent of early Autumn found its way deep into her nostrils, leaving her in an unprecedented ecstasy. Her eyes were longing to see what her other senses seemed to experience so intensely, but her eyelids felt heavy as lead and seemed to refuse her brain’s command. Carefully she rose her head, causing several dewdrops to fly around and stick to her fur like little diamonds. Slowly her will overpowered her fatigue and the beautiful doe managed to open both her eyes. One was sparkling green like grass in Spring, while the other one was a bright blue like the sky above her head. At first the world seemed a blurry mix of colors, but soon enough sharpness as well as depth returned to her sight, opening up a wonderful world of natural beauty.
The doe rose, slowly but surely, and took a seating position while throwing her head up, her charcoal hair flying around everywhere. The break of dawn left an intense taste on her lips, which reminded her of freshly plucked apples and cinnamon. October had welcomed her friendly in his quiet lair of gold, brown and orange and had possibly given her a second chance at life. Her memories were unclear, but she was sure it wasn’t the first time she had entered this forest. Probably as a fawn, when her eyes had opened themselves for the first time ever to witness the beauty of life. This rebirth felt quite the same, they only difference being that she knew the names of the many things around her. Her memory was a hopeless wreck and somehow she hoped it would stay that way. A cold chill seemed to suddenly grasp her heart, it was the wind of so long ago that had caused the always burning flame of passion inside her heart to choke and die.
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(mel-aan-kol-ee) - For Munkel

A birthday present...
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How He Got Here.

The story of how Golfy got into the forest...enjoy.

.M o m o;

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The Last Achak

Related to this.

One by one, he watched the others fall. He hid in the shadows of a dense jungle, taking quick, panicked breaths. Watching the others from his herd...watching what those flying monsters did to them...

The Achak had a nimble body, slender much like a wild dog, but had small, delicate feathers that lined his body. He had a snout much like an anteater, and similar to the Earthen species, his kind used their long tongues to lick out nectar from the otherworldly flowers on Ibuzon. He had four eyes in total - two large and two small, one of each on either side of his snout. His snout was lined with a few horns that was his species' only means of protection. He had paws much like a cockatiel or a chameleon, used to climb trees and stalks effectively.

But here on the ground, the feet did not help him survive. He was not fast, not even remotely fast as the Daog. The Achak peeked from underneath the massive leaves that covered him. They were still flying around, scanning the ground for him. They knew he was there, they could smell him all too well. The Achak shuddered as he saw their bodies above - sleek, nimble, powerful. He had watched others of his kind become captured by the predators. He had to look away when they literally tore other Achaks apart, stuffing their capture into the belly pouch on their undersides.

He knew that they would find him sooner or later. Their species was far more superior to his in every possible way. What could he possibly do?

The Daog picked up the faintest detection of him, and a few landed into the jungle. They looked around, sniffing the air, hunting with every whiff of the Achak they picked up. Soon, they spread out, some going off away from their prey, others getting dangerously close to him. They didn't spot him, but they knew he was there.
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