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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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The Young (part 2)

The older stag walked her way, he was a handsome young stag with a black pelt and huge antlers. I bowed to him while he watched with satisfaction. He tilt his head right and reared. Shy and weak I backed down and bowed again. He fell on his back laughing. I stood up and her face flushed red, she was confused and weak, again. The younger stags and does ran off with the handsome stag following. His legs moved in a swift motion; he stood tall and proud on the hill with sun beaming in from the middle, he reared and told me to follow. The young fawn's legs shook at first but picked up speed when she met up with him on the hill. He winked at her and took off...
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I Once Knew A Girl, Wild But Sweet...

...whatever happened to her?


I could never forget her.

Even as a tot, she was rambunctious and prickly, a social butterfly who could never shut up. She would ramble about everything animals and nature; I was always surprised at how much she knew, even at such a young age.

Whenever I wanted information on something as simple as a bird? She'd rap off the species, quick and efficient, her tongue wriggling, never stopping. She could list every feature, every environment in which it thrived, any oddities of their behaviour. She was a walking, talking encyclopedia on animals, always learning, always wondering.

She played outside constantly, her dogs always by her side, as she followed deer and rabbits, being able to get incredibly close to them before they fled. She climbed the lilac trees, smiling and laughing, their scent attractive to her. One could argue she was Nature herself, the way she bounded through the woods, climbing trees and observing the local wildlife.

No wonder I always overheard the kids referring to her as "Nature Nut."

I watched her grow, her interest in animals still alive, but dwindling more as the age of computers ushered in a new world of possibilities. Soon, she had her nose to the screen, reading anything she ever wanted to know. She absorbed the information like a sponge, and the games that she found kept her going back for more.

It wasn't long before she became absorbed in video games, reciting lines from every game she played. Her father always thought she played too much, as she complained of her butt being sore from sitting too long, eyes sharp, focused, face dead serious as she leapt out of the way of a firing tank.

On the surface, she seemed like a typical child, absorbed in the technology of today, wanting to simply do nothing except sit in front of a TV and crunch level characters.
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The Young

The young fawn laid there next to a mushroom, the rain finally stopped; only raindrops from the tall tree flew down and touched her nose. "a-choo" she sneezed, standing up. She knocked the rest of the rain off her back and made sure her gold was still on her head. Lookng down on the purple flowers she gathered them in her small antlers and trotted off. The young fawn heard the whispers of the much older deer, the calling, fighting, jumping, changing, running, laughing of the older deer made her giggle and slowly walk towards them. The strong deer in the middle danced while the others changed him into new pelt colors. As she walked closer her left back hoof knocked a rock making it tumble backwards. The deer got quite and looked her way, with full, mean-looking eyes....
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im back!

wow been of this sight for more than 2 years just found it again and realized how cool it was again!http://tomman.dragonadopters.com/dragonbar_419991.pnghttp://tomman.dragonadopters.com/dragonbar_381886.pnghttp://tomman.dragonadopters.com/dragonbar_345885.pnghttp://tomman.dragonadopters.com/dragonbar_306557.png
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c a s t a w a y (fanwriting for Exile)

all your fears
and your regrets
Because it's not always the s i n n e r s
who are punished.

:.{my brains are falling out}.:

POETRY. Kind of.
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Dreams of dying worlds

This place.
Which seems so alive
Can you
Couldn't you
Can't you
Feel it
dying around you.
all around you?
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Cold

Don't know why I'm so
"Cold"
Takes a lot to make someone so
"Cold"
doesn't it? The warmth here is nice, but I do miss the
"Cold"
I suppose I'll always be a slave to the
"Cold"
Not much you can do to stop it once the
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