Wheee....teh ugleh colorz. (letting my deer speak)

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My deer's colors were based on their personalities.

So yes. I do realize their colors make for a rainbow that matches an inverted rainbow is loveliness.

...inverted rainbows aren't pretty. x3

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Human Creature hasn't let me out much, but for good reason. My heartbeat, I feel it when I walk alone in the forest. I hear it, and imagine things that only sister knows. Hangman spoke to us this morning of a Great Cliff, a mile high, and the Lemon Deer always ran towards it. The elder, the twisted, the hurt and the tainted Lemon Deer. It makes me shiver.

And I still hear the heartbeat, echoing in the depths of my knowing.

And I cower at the dropping of their fragile teardrops on the soil.

And I'm scared to death that I'm beginning to hope...


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I have tamed my eyes to the sun now. I can smile truly now, I'm not certain why. I believe it is because of the tales that Hangman has been speaking.

He told me, in private...*holds his head low and whispers*...that the fae wasn't real; though he had no recollection of the story, and doesn't know what he's talking about, or who the fae is, now.

I'll rest my head to this tree tonight, knowing the Twin Gods shan't harm me for being what I am. Or...or, at least, for being a vampire.


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I don't remember.

I was asleep...

B..but Nurra would never lie to me. Anzel, Taint, Vein, they all told me of what I spoke. I have no recollection of it.

I...


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Silver is a lullaby
Painting nether tears
Draining sadness from goodbyes
And crystallizing fears

Taint away the lullabies
Nuzzle soft, sincere
Angels watching over you
Sweetest one, my deer


My lady seems to have gifted me with her rhythm and rhyme, and for that, I am thankful. I can hum my sadness away in gentle time...

Not all sadness can be departed from my heart...but at least the ache is bearable...

*looks down at the grass*...

But in all honesty...

I know...my steps...are worthless...


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Oh, Grandfather Hang told us the most wonderous story this morn!!!

There was a cliff on either side of the land, seperating the elder deer from the newborns. If the elders tried to cross, they would never make it, for the ravine was far too wide.

Two cruel deer, who Hangman would refer to only as Sibrium and Sain (though they had no names; solely the pictograms above their heads), they ravaged the forest in such a very quiet manner! They had masks and pelts of the darkest red, and eyes of the purest black. Oh, they were horrible to the core!

Sibrium always stood on the edge of the cliff, his red antlers, spiked with silver thorns made of cage-stone, hooked around the strong branch of a pine tree.

As Sibrium stood there, Sain entered the little forest of the Elders. He told them fantastic tales of a blissful paradise, a rakuen for young and old alike. He spoke that the Twin Gods had created a bridge! But the bridge could not be seen until you made it to the other side. You had to run, to run as fast as your hooves would take you, and you could not be watched, could not look back, as you stepped upon the bridge, or the magic of the Gods would lose its grip.

And so, Sain led the deer to the cliff's edge, and looked around wearily.

"All is clear!" spoke Sain, as he looked away.

"Come, take the final step, my good friends! Heaven awaits!" screamed Sibrium! But they did not realize...

That Sibrium spoke the truth.

And as they all ran towards the bridge, eyes closed for to not watch the others, they found their hooves tapping upon the air.

And so...

Heaven, they met.

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The Twin Gods gained knowledge of the trickeries of the Lemon Deer, as was whispered through the forest. They angered greatly. Two brilliant deer, one of spun angel's gold, and one of lighter crimson, leaped from the Gods. As the Lemon Deer viewed the two, they bowed, stunned.

"Come with us, deer friends, we have gifts! Come, all deer, we have presents for you all!" they screamed aloud, birds flying from the treetops at the sounds of their booming voices.

And so they ran towards the Ruins, followed by every deer that lived within the grounds of the forest.

Then, they stopped suddenly at a random patch of ground, near to the Ruins.

They spoke.

"Step forward, deer of the cliff. You know your names."

And so, Sibrium and Sain stepped forward. And, by doing so, they suddenly felt themselves frozen.

"You cannot be trusted, but you cannot be banished, for all are welcome within the forest."

"And so, he and I have decided."

"You shall forever watch the dead. You shall see nothing but the death you have brought to the forest."

"May the soils have mercy upon you two..."

And down they went. The two Gods disappeared into the ground, and a glow appeared around the hooves of the two Lemon Deer, dragging their hooves into the ground. They mooed and whined, but felt their throats...filled. Their lungs, overgrown.

And tree branches grew from their maws, and acorns fell from their eyes. Their legs turned to roots, and their necks twisted around one another. Their pelts turned to wood and their minds turns to chlorophyll, and they became one with the earth, eternally trees, wound together by the Ruins.

Upon that day, the Twin Gods created a bridge for the old deer, and those who fell off of the cliff, appeared at the other side of their forest. The younger deer knew none of this.

They solely saw the forms of the elder deer dim, growing fainter with every step towards the cliff that the young deer never saw.

And that was the tale of the Lemon Deer.

I'm sorry if I didn't tell it well...I'm just a fawn. Hangman is so wise and handsome for a fawn, I wish I had his skill.

*smiles* ^^;


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As you can see, I'm not much of a writer. Poetry = good. Stories = bad.

x.x

I has a headache.

Hope I didn't give you one with my lame tale x3
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You are TOO a writer, Anzel!

You are TOO a writer, Anzel! Its delightful! ^^


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I had to force myself to

I had to force myself to write every sentence x.o

Ugh. x3 I don't like writing, lol.
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I know what you mean. With

I know what you mean. With poetry, it just kinda flows out of you. But with writing you have to think and blah blah blah -_-
It also depends on who you are as a person overall too ^^

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Anyways, you are like the only person I kind of know who is on at the moment. Can you offer me some advice please? ^_^;

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Umm, I can try, what

Umm, I can try, what about?

(whee...my luck = i've re-opened TEF 7 times in less than an hour, i can't seem to get any pictos to spread)
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Well I guess I'll make it

Well I guess I'll make it quick. Emmy has a mate. But he NEVER goes on TEF. and hardly the site, and she has a crush on someone else... *please dont hurt me please dont hurt me X//X*


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:/ How rarely do you mean?

:/ How rarely do you mean? And how long has this been going on?

x.x...It's alright, Emiva, it happens to everyone. I have a boyfriend, and still I get a few partial crushes on people irl, but I never act on them x3

I guess the same is for your deer, heh.

*waits for your response*
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Heh. Nevermind. Its all K

Heh. Nevermind. Its all K ^//^ *runs away*

EDIT: did not see other edit. heh. thanks? *still doesnt know what to do* I guess I should just tell Emiva to forget about him...

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I just need to know. If he's

I just need to know. If he's only active maybe once a week, and barely plays...maybe he really shouldn't be your mate :/

You should let them know you want a mate who is there more often...
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Maybe. I'll see what she

Maybe. I'll see what she says.

... *looks away*

Aww Em, its okay. *smile-ish thing*

*turns and walks away silently*

*watches her go* sigh... *turns back to Anzel* She is afraid of hurting his feelings...



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Last time he was on was 5

Last time he was on was 5 days ago. I mean, thats okay, but with me, heh, I'm on this a lot. Like, HOURLY. :/


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Sweet Em, would you be able

Sweet Em, would you be able to understand better if my Lady finds a poem?...

Anzel feels the same as I. *runs off to find a wise dorothy parker poem*
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*mouths* I think she would

*mouths* I think she would like that. Thank you

*cant hear. Looking down at crying idol water*

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My Lady might take some time

My Lady might take some time to find one, but...

I'm by the Idol...I shall try to appear for you...
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Aw, thank you. That is so

Aw, thank you. That is so very nice *hugs*
*waits for TEF to upload*
Now, I have to pee, one second.
*rolls eyes*

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I might have troubles,

I might have troubles, though. I've been invisible all day. *whimpers*
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Thats okay. I can wait for

Thats okay. I can wait for you : )

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Whee. Dorothy Parker, you

Whee. Dorothy Parker, you are a wise poet, but 190 poems is going to make this difficult.

*click read click read click*
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Oh, its okay. You dont have

Oh, its okay. You dont have to :3
I think I see you! You are sleeping in the rocks beside the idol, you have the silver pelt, but you have doe antlers

EDIT: Oop, nevermind. You disapeared ^^

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Sorry, I must have appeared,

Sorry, I must have appeared, but I didn't know, so I restarted TEF.
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Ooh, okay. So can you tell

Ooh, okay. So can you tell me, like exactly what you can and cant see when you play?


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Normally, I see this little

Normally, I see this little pictogram clump at the bottom of my screen, that always stays there.

If it spreads, I normally always have something there at the bottom, and I might see a few pictograms.

If I see any deer, they're always stuck in one place, normally setless, sometimes with a set piece or two. If I'm lucky, I'll see one performing an action over and over again.

Meh.

I see no deer move, besides repeating an action in place.

Normally, after a pictogram spread...deer might fade away, and I won't get the pictograms to spread again unless I close the game.

Gah.

MICHAEL.

GIVE ME THE BACK-UP SERVER.
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Aw man, that really must

Aw man, that really must suck. And it must be kinda scary too... deer doing the same thing over and over again in one place..... ouch. *cringes*
That is so unfair. If you want, I can help you.


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How could you help? Meh, I

How could you help?

Meh, I had a thought. Maybe Michael could do daily or weekly tests of the back-up server, leaving it up for a few hours, just to see...meh, I don't know >_<;

I just want to play, ugh...
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I was just going to edit my

I was just going to edit my post saying I didn't really know how I could help. I really dont though. My brain (and i'm speaking in real life here ^^) is more right brained, and programmed to do less of the problem solving, and more watching and observing. Thats what I do. I'm a watcher ^^
*nuzzles Anzel* :<

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*sighs*...I wish I could

*sighs*...I wish I could play...x.x
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I do too. *hugs tightly* Its

I do too. *hugs tightly* Its okay. :<


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*depressed*... Friend

*depressed*...

Friend Emiva...

Would you prefer a straying love, or a truer love that's always near?

If he is true, then stay with him...if he is not, then let him go...
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Every attempt to enter

Every attempt to enter proves more futile than the last...I'm...I'm going to sit on the bank...I apologize, friend, but I do not like the mist from the Idol's tears...
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I understand, my friend,

I understand, my friend, *bows* You shant be worried, for me and myself are enough to fulfil this greed I feel inside...

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Ah! but you see, I fear to

Ah! but you see, I fear to let him go, for what if the new's expectations roam too high... and I myself wouldn't be able to fill the bowl up to the rim... I crave a new life, but I fear new life as well.

*sighs*
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You never know until you

You never know until you try, no?
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I have a fear of new things

I have a fear of new things as well... New things can lead to distruction... to disaster... I will sit here and listen to the tears of the sun pitter upon my back. I cannot feel its warmth anymore...

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Stay safe with what you

Stay safe with what you know, or take a risk.

You'll either gain the wisdom of heartbreak, or learn the feeling of true love, my friend.
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True love is something I

True love is something I have never felt until now. I do not feel well, my friend, I fear my mind has gone to space. I think of things like lust, and greed and cannot escape this whilwind of wanting...wanting...wanting....*and the trees talk to me as well :/*

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I cannot tell you. You must

I cannot tell you. You must listen to your own heart.

It is the only one that knows.

I have no further advice for you...for my own heart aches...


(i'm missing my boyfriend irl, too, lol...)
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Oh I'm sorry. What, in your

Oh I'm sorry.
What, in your opinion, is worse. Physical pain or mental pain.

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Physical pain is physical

Physical pain is physical pain. It often seperates your physical body from your mental body.

Mental/Emotional pain connects the two. Heartache...isn't just an emotion, it's a feeling. :/

So...mental pain.
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Sorry. I'll shutup now >_<

Sorry. I'll shutup now >_<




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I'm not angry with you. I'm

I'm not angry with you.

I'm just depressed. Very. Hormonally, so it actually hurts. My heart feels tight >_<;
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Oh no. *hugs really tight*

Oh no. *hugs really tight* Dont worry Anzel. You are loved. People here think you are great, andt he new people look up to you. Everyone admires your poetry and your artwork. You are loved, Anzel!!


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