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Left for the Wolves (Non-TEF shortstory)

August 30, 2010 - 4:11am — quadraptor

*vent writing again, plus it does have violence and gore, so be warned*

In a secluded meadow, a small group of three stags grazed, all three knowing one another but not being related in any way. The oldest had gray fur and his antlers were broken and worn. The second was a little younger but still was experienced in life, he had great antlers that were rarely ever used and dark brown fur. The final stag was much younger than the other two, his antlers only sported a few small points, and he had light brown fur. The two older stags were closer together while the younger had wandered a distance away.

The two older deer's ears perked up. They raised their heads and looked to the southeast. They could hear running...sounded like paws...wolves! "They're coming.", the brown stag said. "What should we do? We won't be able to get far if we ran now.", the older gray stag asked. The brown stag looked to the younger deer in the distance, "We'll let him deal with them."

The older stag tilted his head, "But he couldn't possibly fight them all.", he said. The brown stag nodded, "Exactly, he'll buy us time to escape. Quickly, but quietly, let's get out of here.", he replied.

The two older stags walked off into a nearby treeline. When they had gotten out of the meadow, they ran as fast as their legs could carry them. The younger stag would not hear them leave - his ears were not fully formed at birth, so he had a tougher time detecting movement than they did.

But then he smelled something in the air. Raising his head, he looked around for the other two. They had deserted him, and he started to smell something that wasn't right.

Wolves!, he realized, but it was too late to run. The predators had already found him. There were many of them, at least thirty, all different colors and ages, but all barking and howling at their potential meal.

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August 30, 2010 - 2:07am — Kittyo8

Read more? I worked really hard on this, and your feedback would be greatly appreciated

I know most of you guys don't care for words much, but it'd be nice if you gave it a shot at least :')

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Gift Haiku (Slots Open)

August 29, 2010 - 8:10pm — Seed

I have decided I need to do two things: meet more deer/players, and do something nice for the community. I figured the best course of action would be to combine the two activities. So here's what I'm going to do.

My main deer Seed will be writing gift haiku for deer he meets in the forest. For those who don't know poetry very well, a haiku is a japanese form of poetry featuring 3 very short lines. In English, the pattern is usually 5 syllables, 7 syllables, and 5 syllables again. Sometimes (and Seed may be doing this as well), haikus are combined to create a larger poem where all the stanzas are made of individual haikus. The haiku Seed will write about a deer may be about any (or several) thing about a deer: their appearance, their personality, backstory, what he and that deer do together when they play...ect.

Now, you notice I mention slots in the title? Well, this is phase 2 of my plan for maximum goodness. If you want to arrange a "play date" of sorts between Seed and one of your deer so Seed can write a poem about it (and maybe they'll hit it off/become closer friends), you can ask to do so, provided I say in the top that slots are open. If they're not, just wait a while: it usually means I have too much on my plate and need some time to sort out what I already have. Anyway, I'll mainly just need the info of which deer you'd like him to hang out with/gain inspiration from, and for the two of us to work out a time/general time-area.

To aid in this, I do have an MSN anyone is welcome to contact:

Gifts Completed (Will compile into Seed Poetry Corner threads when I get enough done):

Floresta
The fawn learns the dance
to send pollen to the air;
Her name and scent match.

Gift Haiku Meetings Arranged:
Kiwizoom (time unknown)

I hope to have a lot of fun from this, and I hope y'all do, too.

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The cord...{Writing trade for the Ginger Nut Man~Jergens}

August 29, 2010 - 5:52pm — Kittyo8

One great cord is thinning,
No one will hear it snap...

The great idol cries over him
Crystal clear tears over red fur
The baking heat
The glowing sun

You remind me of someone,
Not so far back,
I was a fawn
I was afraid

Oh, I remember
You are the great stag
The white one's lover
The guardian of the child, Ji

You're the one I find with the angel
And the one who loses his mask
Attacking, raging, unthinking...
I shall help you get it back

Pick up two peices of a broken cord
Put them back together again
Seal them off with hot wax
Let's hope they do not break

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I hopes you like it ^-^

This didn't turn out anything how I wanted it too :\ I need to get to know Jergens more...then I'll redo this.

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So what we see is what we get? how boring. how sad; Bartleby.

August 29, 2010 - 6:03am — thecapturedplanet

Such a beautiful thing. All white and gold like an angel.
Red. eyes like some little demon, is that what he is? certainly he can't do anything properly, he let him die, let him die, he let jergens die. Jergensandnippersandmalware oh god it was his fault.

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"Smells like sick..." - Rosine and Briar

August 29, 2010 - 5:27am — GingerNut

Huhu~ Click for a drabble thing

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August 29, 2010 - 12:27am — Witcher

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Scary morning

August 28, 2010 - 4:05pm — ForTwoLifetimes

Run, run, as fast as your little stilts can.

click, thud thud, click click RUN!

Chased, chased,

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Ginger Is Seeking Out Writing Trades~ (Closed)

August 28, 2010 - 2:52pm — GingerNut

That's right.

Most people do art trades...

But I'm doing writing trades! :'D

Mainly because I've always wanted to see how others interpret my own characters. I love doing gift writings just because I love how people love seeing their own characters written out for them. I've always wanted to have that feeling too... Even though all I do on this site is write anyway xP

Therefore, I'm offering writing trades. I write something for you, and you write something for me.

I'll write anything you want, character interactions? Check. Characters themselves? Check. Anything. Anything at all. I don't care, I'm at your mercy.

All I ask for in return is a character writing of any of my own characters. I don't care who. Do whatever ya like~

Also, I wish that you would let me do my part of the bargain first, just to see how the length turns out. It often varies with me, although I can assure you that my writings for characters will always be of a nice length~ If it's too short for you, then I apologize... I often stick with drabbles when it comes to other people's characters.

I hope that this is alright... considering how I don't think many (or any) have done something like this before.

Mkay, so for now, I'm opening four slots. Trades will be closed if I actually reach max, which I doubt, but oh well.

ONE MORE THING~ Please be patient with me, as I often tend to spend a ton of time on stuff that I write for others, just becuase I always want to get the character exactly, or at least close to be correct.

OH YEAH AND ANOTHER THING~ When you get done with your own part of the trade, then could you please link it to me here? I tend to be rather oblivious when it comes to going-ons at the community xP huhu~

Thank you all so much for actually reading this~ I love you all <3

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The Lure of Sorrow (A Nekumbra shortstory)

August 28, 2010 - 8:39am — quadraptor

Continuation of The Grotto of Sorrow, which is the tale of my baddie, Nekumbra. Also inspired by playing her earlier today.

Warning, may be disturbing to younger readers

Two fawns happily played at De Drinkplaats, splashing in the water, transforming into little animals and laughing with each croak and caw. The two had left their mother for the moment, who had wandered off to gossip with the other does about which stags they thought were the most handsome.

While the two little ones played, another doe came toward them. Her black eyes stared at the two with hungry thoughts, and she smiled, keeping herself from salivating. She spoke softly to them, standing just outside the ring of mushrooms as the words came from her lips, "Hello darlings. My, you two look lovely today." The two looked to her curiously, "Do you know our mother?", they asked.

The doe nodded, "Why yes, she told me to come gather you up. Come now, I will take you to her.", she replied.

One of the fawns looked to the other, "I don't like this...", she said to her brother. "Don't worry, she said she knows Mom.", the brother replied. The two started to walk to the doe. She didn't seem dangerous...

In the distance, the fawns' mother heard the screams coming from the fountain. She and a few others raced to see what the commotion was about. As they arrived, they were horrified to see a shadowy deer seeming to hover in the air.

They could not believe their eyes - eight spider legs held the doe up, four on each side of her body. They then saw that she was holding two fawns with her - the younger girl was wrapped up in spider silk and held pressed against the doe's white belly by her legs, while the boy was being gripped in her mouth.

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