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The Moon Fawn

January 24, 2010 - 10:52pm — Serafina

A long time ago, in a forest far, far away, there lived two fawns. One was the lustrously dappled Sun fawn, who brought the sun in the morning and put it away at night, ready to be brought out again at the dawn of the next day. Then there was the Moon fawn, a hidden, timid creature, who was said to have a pure essence of moonbeams that shrouded her in white dusk, yet she had never been seen before by any adult deer, only fawns could see her. Her job, naturally, was to bring the moon at the dusk, and send it away at dawn, allowing her sister Sun to grace the world. However, there was a single fawn whom she adored, yet he was a normal fawn, and they were forbidden for the Gods to take as mates. So the moon fawn crept into his cave at night, and gazed down at his sweet face, with the bold eye markings and the collection of proud dappled spots that adorned his back. She stayed for every night, ignoring the pleas of her sister to return to the Gods kingdom and pick her mate from them. The fawns grew day by day, and eventually, the Sun and the Moon fawn grew to be beautiful siblings, their beauty sung about by the deer, and passed through legends. The Sun deer had kept her dapples, and her beautiful antlers curved up around a ball of pure flame, matching the fire that streaked through her amber coloured pelt, glinting russet and gold. The Moon deer had grown to be a beauty that outshone the sun, her snow coloured pelt merging into her antlers, which were adorned with deep blue ribbons and curled around her mystically. Her tail had grown like a horses, and flowed down into a pool of silver moons that writhed around her, highlighting her oceanic blue eyes, the colour of the sea at night. Enough about them now, and onto our young warrior, Kali, the beautiful male fawn Moon had gazed upon.

More Soon. ;3

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fortiter in re, suaviter in modo [Story Collection]

January 24, 2010 - 7:00pm — Alecsander

Realizing it might become confusing to try and follow the in progress story dealing with the love triangle of Furfur, Kita and Fran and the disappearance of our main hero, this blog has been created.

Also featured is content directly related to this story arch such as stories from friends or related artwork.

Having 2-3 authors working on one story can be a bit overwhelming without a central hub, so here it is!

If I have missed any then please give me a heads up.
This page will be prettied up with a layout later when I have the time and motivation.

Note: The stories below could possibly contain crude language, mature content, violence, or gore. The stories are clearly marked in either the title or opening note to indicate that the content is present.

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not good at all

January 24, 2010 - 12:05pm — talia234

ok so i downloded the new version typed in user name and paswored relised whats my password! help is there enyway i can recover it off the site please help me!

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The Great Cycle (Shortstory)

January 24, 2010 - 8:18am — quadraptor

In a portion of a forest, a small herd of whitetail deer enjoyed the entire area to themselves. Their natural predators feared the area.

Near to the deer's home was a set of train tracks. The rails passed close by to the forest, and the deer were not afraid of the sounds of metal and steam that would travel the tracks. The large metal serpents kept the predators away, and the deer lived a virtually peaceful life.

On an unfortunate day, one doe chose to explore the tracks. She stood on the metal bars, sniffing them and staring at them curiously.

In the distance, at the most perfect and horrible time, a train steamed toward the doe. She heard it coming, and soon she saw it coming closer. The doe froze, her heart rate accelerated, and her legs became stiff while her brain screamed at her to run. The train's operator spotted her, and in a drastic attempt, he applied the brakes on the train as quickly as he could. The wheels locked and screeched on the rails. Sparks flew from the metal, the sound was unbearable in the ears of the animals nearby.

The train came closer and closer. The doe still stood in its path, her body shivered as she stared death in the face. She closed her eyes and...

"Oof!", she grunted, feeling something shove her out of the way. One of her herd, a stag, pushed her off the tracks as soon as the train would have hit. He landed on her, protecting her as the train sped past them.

It was already too late - the train was uncontrollable, and catching a sharp turn on the path, it lost its wheels on the rails and slammed into the ground, sliding through the dirt and colliding into many of the trees on the border of the forest.

The train finally came to a halt, the front of it rested on the ground. Steam bellowed from every part of the machine. The doe and the stag stood, both gazing at the wreckage in awe and terror.

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The End

January 24, 2010 - 6:28am — reoplusone

VERY dark, sad, blah, all that. Don't read if you cry easily.

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Who, and how?

January 24, 2010 - 5:25am — KittyCatKita

This is a response to mutantur-omnia-nos-et-mutamur-illis Please read this if you haven't

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[=Sylfaen][=13] Her call rang out as she stood on the edge of the pond. Devistaton was tearing through Kita, gazing down into the dark depths to where His mask had vanished. She trembled scared, stepping back away as she looked along the edges of the pond.

He would appear, he would, just like he always did. He would come back, appearing along the edge of the pond like he always did. He couldn't leave her, not like this. She needed him, they might not have wanted to admit it, but she needed him in her life.

Another call came a moment later, a long howling whine that came from the playground. Confusion flickered in her eyes, it sounded so familiar, so like Furfur's and yet, so different. She turned, running along the edge of the pond, racing toward the playground.

Her legs stretched, muscles strained as she forced her body to it's limit, slowing only as she saw the figure. She skid to a halt, heart dropping into her stomach, it was not the one she desired, the one she searched for.

A tall monarch pelted stag stood before her. Long tines curled form his head, the face of a real deer looked out over the forest. She frowned slowly, nostrils flaring as she scented the air. She trembled, tilting her head slowly to the side confused, who was this stag?

She walked quietly toward him, head lowered slowly, eyes on him and her ears strained forward, all her senses. She jumped gently up onto the rock, looking over toward him, frowning slowly.

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Sparx- The End of Endless Forest?

January 24, 2010 - 1:21am — Latte

I usually start each of my tales with me waking up, or in the middle of doing something fun. Am I right? Well, Today I shall begin my story with what happened last night, the memories will haunt me forever..

I slammed my hooves into the earth coming to a stop. My head turned around frantically. It was night, and something was wrong with the forest. Everyone was missing. My not-so-excellent deer sight tried to see through the bushes for incoming predators, but I could see nothing. The sound of a pelt brushing against a branch. I bolted, my hooves carrying me across the ground like a hare. Adrenaleine pumped through my body , the only thing spurring me on. The trees rushed past and I realised my instincts had taken me to the big oak tree. It was the only place I usually felt safe. I ducked in under it and huddled up in my usual spot, peering through the cracks.

A low growl sounded from outside and the beasts began to circle my hiding spot. I scented the air and I could tell there were three of them. From my spot I could only see massive club like paws walking past the crack. If I didn't get out, they would kill me! I waited for the paws to go past again. And began to time myself.
One....Two....THREE!!
I shot out from the under the tree and charged into the forest, the beasts giving chase. I could hear their snarling splitting the usual silence of the night air. Their huge paws thudded on the ground behind me.
This is the bit where you expect me to trip over, or get snagged on a branch or vine.
But I didn't.
They caught up!

I could feel the hot breathe of the beasts on my haunches, then the thudding stopped and for one moment I thought they had gone. Then there was a stabbing pain in my back, claws ripping through my fur, piercing my skin, the pain shuddered through my whole body, but i twisted round and kicked out with my front hooves. It hit the beast SMACK in the eye.
Now I could see them. We were all standing in a wide meadow.

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Sparx - Shapeshifting

January 23, 2010 - 12:52pm — Latte

It was early in the morning and me, Serenity and Latte were trotting over to the ruins to see my old friend. The birds were singing their morning songs, their calls echoed through the forest waking up the deer. I inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers their petals were opening to the sun, reaching out for its rays.
" So, What does your friend look like? " Serenity asked.
" He looks like one of those dead deer,he usually sleeps on a tomb in the ruins " I replied.
Serenity's eyes shot open with horror, " Dead...deer? "
" Well, his pelt, mask and antlers are what looks like, off a dead deer , but I assure you he isn't a brain eating zombie "
We arrived at the ruins, I saw my friend laying on the platform just to the left of the ruins. He shook his matted fur and got up slowly, stretching his legs. The sun glinted off the bones that were visible deep in his fur making him look horrifying. He noticed me and turned to face me, his hollow eyes turned in our direction so I ran over. Latte and Serenity kept their distance, too shy to come and investigate.

" Hi there! " I said As soon as I reached him, My friend bowed and I bowed back.
" Hello there young one, I see you have been named by the gods at last " His masked face seemed to study my pictogram " Sparx, eh? What a peculiar name.. "
" Why is it peculiar? " I asked, his answer was cut off by a loud shriek from the air. Startled, I looked up.

Darting through the trees above us was a huge raven, the streams of sunlight glinted off its glossy black wings as he circled, then dived onto the platform. It brought its wings infront of it as it landed so it didn't fall over. Then suddenly the air was filled with a popping sound and in the raven's place stood a stag!

White bones that had been patterned onto its black fur made the skeleton of a deer, the front of it was a strange green and blue pattern. The stag had the same skull mask as my friend and short little antlers.
" Hey there!

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If...Poem

January 23, 2010 - 12:07am — themaskerade

If my comments were digital colorings
My deer would have one friend
He'd enter the forest and play all day
Instead alone the time he spend.

If my poems were sketches
My deer would have a mate
They would never be separated
That seems quite impossible as of late.

If my kindness were fan art
I might get some in return
I could join the fan-art-thon
give and get pictures when my turn.

If my words were brushstrokes
My deer could be violent and crass
Regardless of this rude behavior
They'd still line up to kiss my ass.

If my words were water colors
No deer would dare lower horns at mine
My hundreds of friends would defend me
All I'd have to do is whine.

If my words were pencil lines
I could be featured on the front page
I would proudly shine in the spotlight
but instead I lurk back stage.

A side project. I will be getting back to writer war soon. I have an idea yes....

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- Butterfly Deer

January 22, 2010 - 8:29pm — Latte

My eyes opened wearily , it was the after noon and I had overslept. Spending my time at night, gazing upon the stars and letting the moon's rays spread across my fur had made my sleeping pattern go out of sync. I looked to the spot beside me where Latte and Serenity should of been sleeping. They weren't there, probably spending some time collecting flowers and casting spells on other deer.

I got to my hooves and flickered my ears about, catching any sound. I heard the noises of alot of deer in one place I decided to take that route, as I got nearer I could see a group of deer dancing and they nearly all looked the same! They all had butterfly pelts and their antlers were entwined with violet flowers, although some of them had different masks. I wandered up to one who had a huge red and white mask, it was so long it reached right down to their legs!

The Butterfly deer suddenly began to spread out, they ran in circles and pranced up and down, up and down. I pranced around them in a few circles, leaping over the back of one deer. Then suddenly, they charged off into the forest. I raced along with them until they stopped, I saw another doe I knew so I went over to her and nuzzled her neck with my own. We pranced around for abit when I realised the butterfly deer had lined themselves up and were dancing merrily. The sight made me fall on my back, laughing. It was also a beautiful scene, the main colour of their coat was as black as the night sky and on their side was the amazing wings of a butterfly, the wings were orange like the embers of a fire and there were little black lines that streamed across the orange making the wings look even more realistic.
All I could do was stand and stare for a while, before joining in their dance, we danced for a while then they thundered off into the trees. I just HAD to tell Serenity and Latte about this... I to, ran off.

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