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hm I have some problems ;s
How do I get that mark over my head?
And how can the others look different? How do i do to change color? ;s
Haha I just wanna know XD

Once, there was an old lady.
She was a horrible witch who took in weary travelers only to suddenly devour their soul.
She would sing a haunting tune to draw their soul out...

Mr. Nightingale, Mr. Nightingale...
Where have you been?
Searching, loosing more than you gain.
Mr. Nightingale, why do you cry so?
Wandering, into the oblivion and not finding the truth.
Mr. Nightingale, your soul is not mine to take...
But I'll take it anyways.

And the traveler would try to run, but she was there, looking at him, engulfing him.
Now, his grave was very uncared for behind the broken down house, the bad spirits danced among it.

Eventually, the witch would grow hungry again, and she would sing the tune again...

Mr. Nightingale, Mr. Nightingale...
Where have you been?
Searching, loosing more than you gain.
Mr. Nightingale, why do you cry so?
Wandering, into the oblivion and not finding the truth.
Mr. Nightingale, your soul is not mine to take...
But I'll take it anyways.

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(Trade-ish thing for EternalWanderer. Info here)

A lone leaf was carried by the wind.
Orange in hue, it lived a beautiful life
As a part of a noble tree.

Descending, it felt the breeze
Carry it to the great pond,
Past the main body and to the Bridge.

There, it landed in a gentle manner
On top of a lily pad
That cradled the traveler and gave it rest.

There I watched as the leaf
Created ripples in the water
That distorted my reflection as I looked over.

And much like the leaf and the lily pad,
I wait for my friend to come,
So I, too, may cradle him at his journey's end.

Translated into clear english for your convenience! - BRS

Diary 2 of the mourning dove.

_{Sept 20th; Since Lemon has a lot of catching up to do in terms of recent forest events, I thought I'd set up a little RP blog, to hopefully sort of get her back into the loop.

Anyone and everyone is more than welcomed to participate. Even if it's just a single sentence or question. It doesn't have to be a full-on RP session. c:}

Have something to tell Lemon? Have a question to ask her? Just bored and feel like roleplaying?
Have a go! I'll always respond.

Deer only; sorry! <3

[=10]The gossamer blue doe of the Ruins stepped quietly. Her hooves were trimmed with gold, and her eyes were the most beautiful amethyst—like the violets before her. She had always had a fondness for those flowers, always so overlooked by the violently red poppies, always carried by the quiet, poetic stags or the melancholy wanderers. Sometimes she would sit, very still, in a circle of the purple blossoms, and simply watch the others go by, on business of their own, the stags with their great necks and antlers and the does with their slender legs and beautiful eyes. Occasionally, one would pause near her, entranced by her eerie beauty, and she would smile fleetingly, her magpie mask obscuring those off-putting irises. She would then turn, listening to the soft rustling of the violets once more, and the deer would curiously step away.

Now, it was nearing twilight. The flowers were a dark, shaded lavender, and she was careful to not break a petal. She was heading somewhere—where, she had no clue. But she was going somewhere, across this Forest, and she was going to find something there... The Ruins had become a shadowy mass, far behind the little doe, and as she walked her legs tired and her eyelids fell. Those unnerving orbs were covered for now. It was dimming, dimming; the only light, far as the eye could see, shone from the clear marble of the Twin God’s statues. It was an odd light—shining and smooth—and radiated in a stark circle upon the hill.

With a withering sigh, she climbed the hill and rested upon it primly, tucking her yellow legs neatly against her side. Slumber did not come yet, but weariness came. She focused her gaze on several deer scattered throughout her vision, watching the rise and fall of their chests and the twitches of their ears. Their gentle breathing was enough to make her rest her head along the lines of the pedestal that the Gods sat upon—just touching it brought a sudden warmth, and she shivered in surprise.

I awake, I hear others call around me, I hear the chittering birds above me.
I see a little fawn run by, I get up and I hear the clopping of my hooves on the ground.
I jump down from my stone perch, I walk proudly to the river showing off my antlers.
I arive at the river, a fellow being trots up to me, he gifts me a new face, I bow in thankfulness.
I go to get a drink, a frog swims by my face, I feel something, inside of me I feel my instink.
I gallop to the twins, I bow to them, they gift to me a beautiful glowing white coat.
I trot to the playground, my magnifisant coat dissappers, a blue cloud is all that is left.
I hear a roar, a creature of my kind punkchers my ears, she calls to me, she says "Keep Away!"
I see that she is protecting her two kids, one of them runs up to me and bows.
I bow back, the mother uses her beautiful crown to scare me off, I bow and run off.
I run to the river and I fall in, my face is gone, it has washed away in the river somewhere.
I am sad, that face was unique, I liked it, a child runs up to me, she bows, she rubs up agentce me.
I sniff her, a large stag runs up to me and taunts me, the child runs behind me, I roar.
I shout "Go away! Go!" the child runs into the river and transforms into a frog, the stag runs away.
I watch the young one emerg from the river, she bows and gallops off.
I trot back to my resting chaimber, I lie down, I rest my head, I fall alseep, I Am The Deer.

It was dark. no moon. no sun. no stars. But, a glimmer of light kept the place in twilight., enough for everyone to live, but the most haunting place one could ever know. The shadows that you see on the wall, The glimmer of light you see far away, what is that? The people, oh yes, they are still alive, but asleep for as long as that light is gone.

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The Endless Forest

A time of fights and sorrow

How do I do that? ;O

The Old Witch's Song

The End of a Journey (for EternalWanderer)

Hello Hello where did the time go?

Lemon's interaction blog [RP] [Questions]

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