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But of course my dears, 'tis not curiosity which killed the cat;

But boredom boredom boredom


"things, oh everything, it's just so...tiring, life is...boring, to say the least unfortunately some of us are not...blessed, with the means to end our own lives, but you pretty little deers, excuse me, Dears, most certainly do.

But you don't...

if I could, I would. but...I cannot, sad sad truth, how you make fools of us all"


He tilts his head to the side.
And those eyes...

those glorious, magnificent, beautiful eyes of ever changing colours and dancing aroura, slowly turn upon you.
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Seed's Story: The Distant Prologue

(( Yup, I'm finally actually continuing this story that I almost started over a year ago. And...I start it with another prologue that requires you reading through at least two ancient stories. I'm apparently evil like that.))

This prologue occurs somewhere between the climax and the end of This Story. It is reccomended reading for this entire serial.

The Near Prologue


The Distant Prologue -- Between Worlds

It was a space between moments – a leaf hung mid-fall, a bird’s wings went still and yet it remained trapped in the air like an insect surrounded by amber. The only things still showing signs of life were the tree and the gods. Then the still world faded to black.
The tree that grew among the purple flowers looked out over the abyss before him; it was full of what looked like little suns, hanging in the blackness. Was the world of deer so different from the world it had always seen? The tree looked towards the Twin Gods.
“Before you are rewarded, you must pass one final test –“ the Red God said. The Gold One added, “the simplest and the hardest of all.”
The tree’s leaves quivered, the rustling for a moment filling the silent world. Neither the trees nor the Twin Gods breathed. “I’m ready,” it said.
“This realm is the testing ground,” said the Gold God, who was standing now where the Red one had been. They hadn’t moved an inch. “It is a place between things – between times, and places, and states of selves. What it looks like changes depending on where you’ve come from, and where you’re going.”
“…So the suns?” The tree said.
“They’re not suns, little one,” the Red God said. “They’re names. We’ll grant you your wish when you find yours.”
“But I don’t have a name. No one’s ever given me one.” The tree stared out among the rows and rows of glowing names that surrounded it on all sides.

there are roses in the garden, but they're withering

She's walking again. She doesn't know where she's going, but she's going somewhere, and it's not a place she's been before.

Written from Rutilus' point of view.


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Seele's picture

:Cheater:

I need some Help/ich brauche Hilfe

Hey guys i am new at this web. And i dont know how to give my deer a name....
Hey Leute ich bin neu auf diesem Web. Und eins weiss ich jetzt leider nicht so genau. Nähmlich wie kann ich meinem Hirsch einen Namen geben?! Runtergeladen habe ich das spiel. Und es heisst ja man fängt als ein Rehkitz an und wächst dann mit der Zeit. Aber immer wenn ich anfange zu spielen, bin ich ein ausgewachsener Hirsch und auch leider ohne Name. Wer kann mir sagen was ich für einen Namen tun soll?
Please i need your Help read back
bitte ich brauche eure Hilfe schreibt zurück
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Hello (Writing request/Fanwriting for Lacie)

((sorry this took so long, I hit some major writers block press play please btw))

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Soft pittering of hooves.

it's nearly silent.

But so loud.

Not louder than the hearts of course
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The Grotto of Sorrow - Nekumbra's Tale

(First writing of my new baddie, Nekumbra. Just wanted to try out a short story featuring her.)

The Grotto of Sorrow was a place tucked away into the deepest parts of the forest. It was a place where many elder deer knew not to venture, for it was aptly named and well avoided.

It was a place where those who were foolish enough to venture in would not be seen again. Many have claimed to hear screams come from the trees there, and that alone was enough to send them running away. Countless times, the does warned their young not to go anywhere near it, and fortunately most of them obeyed and stayed away.

There were many times, though, where the fawns disobeyed, and went into the Grotto. Those were days of mourning, the loss of a young was always a deep pain to bear.

The elders had never considered exploring the Grotto as a team - the fear of death there was much too terrible for them. Therefore, many myths were spoken as to what was in the Grotto. Some believed that there was a pit that those who ventured in would fall into, plummeting eternally into the center of the land. Others thought that perhaps it was the home of Iugulare, the terrible stoat that fought against the Talux of the Endless Forest. There was not an answer, and none of them wanted to find out the truth.

On a particularly warm day, a fawn wandered around the forest, looking for his mother, calling out to her. He was tired, and walking into a clearing, he sat and rested his legs. Looking around, he did not really know where he was. This place was completely new to him.

"Hello there, little one.", a voice said nearby. The fawn looked to see a lovely doe standing there, standing out of the sunlight.
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Violet Red

"Where are you taking that, Chanse?"

A short woman with black silken locks turned to her son, who had shared most of her features. Her violet eyes met his identical irises. The boy turned, a sandwich wrapped up in his hands.

"To a friend's." He answered timidly.

"Which one?" Xylia smirked, cocking her head.

"Um..." A pause. "Uh-- he's waiting, I gotta go." Chanse gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek before making for the door.

Just then he was tackled and clung to by a younger, chocolate haired boy. The littler one looked up at him. "Can I come? I'm bored."

"Well yeah, but I'm not coming straight home..."

"I don't caaaare, I just wanna go somewhere." Ketan blinked and faked a pout to ensure that his brother would agree. It worked, and he smiled. "Where are we going?"

"Just around town. I think there's a new shop and I wanna check it out."

The two boys scrambled out the door and onto the street. Their father, Vessel, passed them by. He asked where they were going, how long they would be, be safe, and all the other parental things he could review before going inside. Chanse answered everything politely. Somehow when he did that, it made his father smile. Vessel didn't smile all that often. He still couldn't figure out why.

And so they went. Chanse led the way with Ketan beside him, who was whistling happily. They passed by several houses and crossed a few streets. The neighbor kids said hello, offered to play a game with them, and ran away with no less enthusiasm after they were turned down. The two brothers seemed as close as they would ever be, even with the strange age gap between them. Ketan seemed to be stuck at age 7. Chanse was 13, but looked much younger. They couldn't quite figure each other out, but either way, they were happy to be friends.

But there came a time when they stopped at the corner of a block and Chanse stopped them. He turned, waving the wrapped sandwich around.

paradise

[=10]


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