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Sparx- Heartbroken (Continued)

I saw the oak tree in the distance again. I've been running the length of the endless forest over and over..I keep coming back to the oak.
I hate the oak.
Serenity and Tamerec are there, curled up together.
I stop. This is madness, I can't keep running.
I hear hoofbeats at my side, It's that doe Skuturz again.
" Sparx, are you ok? " She asks, concerned.
I look at the oak, gesturing to Serenity and Tamerec. Skuturz, I feel, has a way of knowing how deer feel and what they mean.
" This doe, you love her. Yes? " She says.
I nod my head, my eyes not straying from her sleeping body.
" Then tell her. "
" No..I can't. " I say back, I am too nervous. Afraid that she does not feel the same way.
" You can't keep burying your head in the sand, Sparx. " Then she trots off, to find her fawn.
I think about what Skuturz has said. I guess that comment meant I can't keep running from it, it's a stupid idea...I let out a mournful sob.
Serenity wakes up and stares at me with those beautiful blue eyes.
" Sparx...? What's the matter? " She asks, looking confused. I felt angry, how could she not know.
I say nothing, my face wrinkles up with hurt and I turn and run to the ruins. Serenity follows, she can run faster than me and she catches me up. We stand over the graves.
" Sparx, Please tell me whats the matter. " She sounds worried.
" No, Serenity. Just stay away. " I snap.
She looks hurt.
" Sparx....please, your the only thing I have left. " Her voice is pleading almost.
" What about that Tamerec. " I snort angrily.
" Who..? Oh. Is Tamerec what this is about? " She sounds annoyed.
" Yes. It is..he's a nasty piece of work- "
" How can you say that about him?! What does it matter to you anyway.. " Shes shouting now.
" Because....I...Well I, er. I love- " I was cut off by an amused voice.

" Well, well. This is a dramatic scene. " Said Tamerec. Serenity and I looked up to see him standing on a stone pillar. We did not hear him coming, he just...appeared.
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The Disconnected- A short story

A mass of honey brown fur stirred, nestled next to two large boulders. With blurry eyes the creature lifted its head, accidentally knocking it upon one of the boulders, it winced at the pain. The confused creature looked around at the bright stones, as its mind cleared the rocks became more distinct. Blinking its eyes at the large statues it quickly recognized them as being very human in appearance. On unsteady legs the creature stood up. The creature quickly knew that something had changed with his form "....four...legs?!" Panic quickly spread itself through it's mind. Shock and fear glazed over the creature's eyes as it ran off in a wobbly sprint, blind to its surroundings. It's heart convulsed in it's large chest. The creature's legs had quickly failed and the creature fell upon the earth. The creature lied there, sprawled upon the ground, realization sinking in. The creature lied in silence a long while. The creature stood, and began to walk. How long the creature walked was unknown, hours, days, it was impossible to tell, for all times the sunlight filtered through the leaves. The creatures soon was sure it was going mad, surely it had not seen the same thing twice? The creature's head began twisting in all directions, everything, everything looked the same as before! unable to comprehend, the creature once again took off, oblivious to all his senses, The whites of his eyes became clearly visible upon near collision with a tree, the deer looked behind its self in amazement, had, had it just ran through that tree? All this was too much, the creature's mind could not take it. It began a slow walk, head hung low, the creature continued walking until it had come across a small pond. The creature stepped into the chilled waters and lowered its long neck down and drank, though itthirsty, despite the fact its been days, but it drank anyway. After taking its fill of water a thought spurned in the depths of the creature's mind.

question....

:/ im new here and i have no idea how to use this thing and i was wondering how do you change the color of your coat and get masks, ect...,? im really confused D:

at the top of my lungs, in my arms (Emm's first death) prt 2

Sucks. A lot!

STOP--if you want to read this crap, you have to read the first part which is considerably less crappy.
You can tell by the title that it isn't a very happy story. Ayup.




Music is optional, but if you do listen, I found that if you're somewhere around 3:14 in the song when John is holding her the second time, it makes me seem like a half-way decent writer :v
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Sparx - Heartbroken

When I woke up that morning I new something was different. For one the bush Serenity and I slept under was cramped, the branches and thorns were sticking in to me and Serenity was taking up nearly all the room.
Damn bush. I thought, obviously not thinking clearly. How could a bush of grown so much in one night, enough to smother two fawns? I pulled myself out from under the bush and shook off any leaves or twigs. My head felt heavy and I felt taller. Thinking I'd just caught a cold I went to inspect my fur for any scratches from the twigs. Then it hit me.
I'd grown into an adult deer!
My fur was a brilliant orange, like the burning flame deep in the sun, and on several spaces there were brown-black stripes. My head felt heavier because of the fan antlers portruding from my head, they covered the space by me. An excellent sheild and weapon, I thought. I trotted around the small clearing where Serenity and I slept, testing my new strength and headbutting trees with my antlers.
Had Serenity grown to? I cut the bush away from her with my new antlers to check. Her pelt was a beautiful snowy white with a pearly-blue tinge. It had pink specks faintly patterned onto it and her hooves had turned that same pinkish colour. Her face was a deer's face, like mine, and instead of antlers she had feathers growing from her neck and skull. They were not Peacock feathers, or Magpie feathers. They were Snowy owl feathers, white with black dashes sprinked across them.
She woke up and I saw that her eyes had become even more beautiful. Her eyes were normally and eggshell blue but now they had been flecked with silver streaks.
" S-Sparx..? " She asked, wondering who the strange stag infront of her was.
" Yes, Serenity. It's me. " I assured her. Our voices were different, they sounded more..like an adults instead of an over-excited fawn's.
" Wow, Sparx. You grew up, Congratulations. " She smiled at me.
" Thanks, and you did too. Look.
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Unraveling the Wirewood - Virgil's Story

The Fountain of Life

"Virgil? Are you awake?", the stag heard a familiar voice speak to him. He opened his eyes and saw Dag sitting there, staring back at him. The night was clear and a slight breeze brushed their fur.

"What is it, Dag?", Virgil questioned. "Have you ever heard of the Fountain of Life?", Dag asked him.

The brown stag tilted his head, "What are you talking about?", he replied. "Well, the Twin Gods said there was a fountain in the Endless Forest...not De Drinkplaats, but another...that grants youth to those who bathe in its waters.", Dag answered.

The subject surprised the half-asleep Virgil, he had never heard of this fountain, and knowing that Dag wouldn't lie to him that the Twin Gods told him of it, he was curious now. "Where did they say this fountain was at?", Virgil asked.

Dag shook his head, "Well, it's a legend, so no one knows where it's at, but...I keep thinking about it."

Virgil yawned, "It's late, Dag. We'll chat about it later.", he said. The two lowered their heads and tried to go back to sleep.

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An hour passed. Dag was snoring nearby, but Virgil could not sleep. His mind wandered about the Fountain that his friend talked about. The stag stood, walking away from his sleeping spot and keeping quiet so he wouldn't wake Dag. The Twin Gods would know where the Fountain is. They've got to know!, Virgil thought.

He made it to the Twin Gods' hill. "Michael? Auriea? Are you awake?", Virgil asked. Almost immediately, an orb of light appeared before him, manifesting into Auriea. Virgil bowed to the deer-god, who bowed back and then asked, "So, you want to know about the Fountain of Life?"

"Yes! I'm so intrigued about it, I must know where it is located!", Virgil responded. Auriea nodded, "I will tell you, but be warned, bathing in the Fountain can cause serious consequences if abused."

It didn't matter to Virgil.
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Mama, my kite is stuck!
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The Battle

The Darkness is coming...
But there is The Light.

[i] The Darkness stands at one side of the grassy plain. His eyes are bleached white, put they are mottled with grey and with silver. They have a pearly white gleam, but not of beauty but of pure hatred and of pure evil. His pelt is as black as the night sky its self, which would make sense, he was the one who created it. Then each innocent soul flew up into the Darkness of the night and scattered across it, becoming stars. His antlers are hooked and are curved. They are like the many branches of a wide oak tree. String is tied to each of those branches, and on the ends of the string? Are skulls, the many skulls torn from the bodies of dead and dieing innocent deer that have been consumed by the night.
The Darkness flicks his tail and tosses his great heavy head. His eyes are fixed on the opponent.
Who dares to stop him from murder?

The Darkness did not want to become this beast..
He had no choice.
Hatred consumed him, ate his heart and his soul. Blinded his mind with shadows and whispered him to kill.
The hatred consumed many, and now they are his slave.


The Light stands at the other end of the grassy plain. His brilliant white fur shines with magic of purity. He is the hope, he is a candle in The Darkness. The Protector. His deer face, so handsome and bold is frowning, with concentration and determination. His eyes are like fire, fire that can defeat anything in it's path. But fire will not help, it is a battle of souls and not of strength.
His pelt is like a mirror, reflecting the love, reflecting the joy and happiness. His antlers curl around the top of his head, they seem to be sheilding that Halo baring ones name.
The antlers are white like his fur and curled around those antlers are vines, they comfort him. On each vine blooms a beautiful white flower, their petals reach to the sun.
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