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Couleurs volant [Interact]

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All Grown Up

Eh... seems I meant to post this ages ago, back when Celyn first grew up, but then I kinda... wandered off. ^^;

Just a drabbly little nothing, don't mind me.

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I don't understand...(a few images warnings+autoplay)

-begin reading below cut-
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no more regrets (Writing request from Kaoori)

((splits off at the end, not sure what Wesker did, so I guessed. Kaoori's request for the Wesker Vilin' fight))

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A strike of hooves, inches from his muzzle, he can very well feel it on his fur.
Where is sad?

where is Kaoori?

He doesn't want her in this fight anyway.

Is she injured badly? is Amazon all right? he'll make this stag sorry he decided to interfere with his family

Strike back strike back!
The other is so fast...
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c h i l l y


It's sorta cold, but...


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Those silent thoughts (writing request from Quad~)

You are left quiet alone with your thoughts when your mouth is sealed shut, now aren't you?
well.
Sealed...non existent?

The pale moon, kind to all, never one to judge, gazed down upon the world, beams of light dancing over green hide.
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To trust someone (writing request from TFO)

you must first give them your heart

Such an odd saying.

The blindingly white stag looked down, eyes of slate grey softening at the sight, his white fur stained red with blood that drizzled gently from the tines of the stag who slept next to him, curled easily against his side, head gentle on his shoulder.

As far as he knew, his partner would not give up those hearts for anyone, such a protective one he was of them.
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Once upon a nightmare (Shiori writing request)

Why was he here?

The stag swallowed, loudly, a shudder running through him.

What would Rowan think?

He turned his head slowly, then back, a quick glance at the bloody stag at his side.
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Such sweet and sorrowful songs -Story request from Faunet-

Such a sense of cold.
regret?
maybe.

The blue stag twitched his ears, feeling something breeze gently past him as he watched the white stag sunning himself.
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