I randomly felt like writing this weekend. Except I wrote something I can't post yet because it doesn't happen for awhile. |D So that motivated me to write what comes before it.

Hopefully that made sense.
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Water. It was ice cold, rushing through, over, and around. Undulating silk, liquid ice, clearer than vision, it rolled over and around the stones without even touching them. It floated, as things do inside of it. The liquid was suspended.


He just had to touch it to see if it was really there, if it was real.

A coal hoof dipped in, the nerves hidden deep in the bone began to tingle, then to throb. The further he moved into the water, the more pull he felt. The immediacy of the numbness made it all so surreal. The pressure of each rivulet slamming against long guardhairs and keratin should have been there, and he felt it pulling higher up on his leg, but couldn't feel anything below. The numb hoof and ankle felt suspended in the unreal water, like moving gel.

What a feeling.


He withdrew the hoof from the water slowly, savoring the crazy feeling that made his bone throb in ice induced pain and his skin feel like it had disappeared. Each drip that rolled off of the black surface, off of the white hair, refused to make a noise greater than that of the trickling, singing stream. Each was lost in the rolling water. Moss tucked his ice cold forehoof beneath him, wincing when the nerves started awakening and stinging him like bees. The stream was still too chilled for a bath.

Moos turned his ears back, then let them droop. He felt so dusty, and his tongue was dry from attempting to clean it off of his fur. The stag lowered his head to the earth in defeat, and was quiet, patient.

Anyone want to role play? I need some practice ^~^" How about this..........?

Tatter yawned and lifted her head, draped in the cool shadow of droopy willow leaves.
The morning was bright and warm, so staying in her nest wasn't an option. She scrounged about the ground and picked up her cloth scrap, letting out a muffled bleat as she charged the
ever swarming dragonflies, making quite the noise as she splashed in the shallows where they hovered.

so yesterday when i was with some couple of fawns we were all role playing as a type of small deer and the fawns with the mini spell were our fawns , i was helping someone with there fawn


to make more sense it goes like this if you don't understand what were doing


we were roleplay that we were a type of minatere deer

the fawns with mine spells were our kids

the regular fawns were growned up