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In theory. [ramble blog]

November 29, 2012 - 5:22pm — cicadia
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Child Spirit (quote)

November 28, 2012 - 3:16am — Angelina_Red
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We never stay young, and we never stop aging but does that mean we have to stop believing? To stop being a kid? No, there is a point when we all have to grow up, but it's very different to keep a child spirit and being a child. The difference between each, is youth, and believing. Becoem a teen before the time, or enjoy life and keep those memories. You could have made

dark red {Daenir & Attican}

November 28, 2012 - 12:05am — FishBiscuit
Please drag your scrollbar and visualize c:
It's meant to be kind of dreamy.. sort of thing
the cold medicine made me trip out a little and this is kind of what I "saw"
I swear I'm not a druggie LOL ;; I felt really gross last night, hence whey I took cold medicine

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Realisation

November 22, 2012 - 4:53pm — NyjerSokar
Sounds and darkness a nightare spining round and round, faces, blood,, ash, darkness, a scream

Light

Nyjersokar woke with a start. comming bolt upright he stared around him. It was morning panting he looked everywhere. Nothing no ash creature or darkness. With a deep exhal of breath he laid his head back down. His body burnt and throbed. Blinking he looked as his back. Screaming he lept up staring wide eyed at his once fine pelt. From mouse brown his pelt was now scorched black his skeletons outline was eteched in to it. Shudering he walked in circles staring at parts of him he could see.
The nightmare it was real. He collapest back down in to the leaves staring, but seeing nothing. The doe the fawn..Dead... but... he had not done anything to help them...he's let them die... he should have... but how..... he was a coward, a fool....a real stag would have stood and fought and... and ... died.

Racked with guilt he lowered his head and wept for Hazel and her little fawn. He wept in shame for his actions. exashun over came him, and he fell in to a restless sleep.

If he had looked around he would have seen he was in a ring of trees. the ring was made of one of each tree in the forest each trees branches where entwinded with the tree next to it. He was resting in the shde of the oak tree. As he slept the trees seemed to dip their branches to touch his blackand pelt. Each touch brough tremers to Nyjersokar's body, but he did not wake. Around him the trees whispered incantations as they touched him the words drifted through his dreams and began to take hold. The forest had chosen it's hero

He woke several hours later, the sky was overcast and grey. Smelling the air he felt no threat of rain. He stood up and shook himself. The reminace of words filted in his mind and then were gone. He turned and headed south away from the place of death and looked for water. not so much to drink more to see himself in.
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Now Close Those Eyes And Let Me... [Sianna]

November 21, 2012 - 9:59pm — Bylah
...love you to death.

There was nothing worth noting. There were no songs worth singing, no poems that needed reciting. She wasn't going to worry about looking nice when there was no one to impress. Nothing worth impressing, nothing impressive worth writing home about.

The world was a cruel collection of considerable buffoons, and none of them made her want to leap out of her skin to make a spectacle for. No one would stop for her passing. No one would stop for her dying.

Everything passing by was not coming back.

There wasn't a pelt pretty enough to make her want to stop and stare. There wasn't a mask she couldn't see through, a set of antlers she was interested in climbing. There were no stars in Sianna's sky. There were no wishes thrown in wells, no shoot stars to hang hopes on.

There was nothing she would race for, no one she wanted to run to. There had been no heartfelt goodbyes.

There was nothing - not a single savage solitary soul here - that she was willing to love to death.
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how do you make links on your messages!

November 21, 2012 - 12:33am — cheli.ibarra
i want to put a link to somewhere how do i do that?
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oh my god (guess what i saw on youtube!)

November 20, 2012 - 11:48pm — cheli.ibarra
i was shocked when i saw this it was a youtube video it was called pinkie pie CUPCAKES my little pony!
mlp on that video pinkie pie killed rainbow dash for just cupcakes! wasn't it friendship not cupcakes?.
to see this video go to this but i warning you this link may not work is a link to go to youtube just search
pinkie pie CUPCAKES animated ok here's the link http/www.youtube ok it didn't work just go to youtube and search it ok
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how do you make a picture on your message!

November 20, 2012 - 8:31pm — cheli.ibarra
how do you make a picture on your blog i saw other ones do that how do i Question Exclaim
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my deer can't sleep!

November 20, 2012 - 7:58pm — cheli.ibarra
where can i find a hill!
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Near the ruins (warning graphic gore)

November 20, 2012 - 5:56pm — NyjerSokar
NyjerSokar was awake. Night had fallen on the forest and his resting place. He stretched and yawned. Blinking he looked around to the familiar trees. The beech, roan,oak,hazel,ash,chestnut, and so many more. There colours starting to turn as Autum drew near. He raised his head and nosed the night air. Damp, earthy and ......and something new a sharp sent on the tip of his nose then....gone. Shaking his head he put the strange sent to still being half awake.
He stepped out from the over grown ruins in to the trees. The night air was slighly chiled but not unplesant. Letting his instincts guide him. He stopped near a patch ground where someone had scrapped and trampled. He sniffed the ground. The sent of a rabbit and fawn came to his nose.He had no idea what had been happening, but it was clearly nothing bad. He paused and thougt who it might have been. The fawn smelt young. It must be Hazel and her fawn little Mela. Not his but still a fine doe and pretty fawn. He would not be a father for several more years so he had no worries as such. Mela had been the last fawn in the forest to be born and was small for her age.Hazel had mated almost 2 months after the rut. not one knew how her body did it but she had carried her fawn to full term and Mela was prouth of that. Nyjersokar smiled and felt proud that they felt safe in his area. The new rut would soon be in full swing,hazel would not be in season, but it was best for her and Mela to stay hidden till the madness had passed the stags.

He wondered along through the trees following the sent of the hind and fawn. The forest seemed quiet and at ease the wind had picked up a little making weak leaves float down like golden snow. He felt he should check to see how they were both doing. Hazel had lost her mate of that year after the rut. He had been called Whitetip and had won her several times.
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