Bounce off the heads of your friends - interractions bandwaggon

March 17, 2010 - 8:35pm — Zergarikiaka

Ok everyone, feel free to interract any way you want with any of my following deer. 83
They're ready to RP or converse with anyone willing to approach them.

Zergarikiaka - Hyperactive ball of randomness; Typically found near the pond.
Note: Preggers currently, so vulnerable to LULS.

Mar Sart - Shy genious; Typically found either near the pond or birch forest.
Note: Loves Aegle; Won't run away when approached.

Darkweaver - The old grumpy demon; Typically found near the ruins.
Note: Touchey about missing his antler, hasn't eaten a proper meal in a while.

Spill - Raving mass of madness and evil; Found anywhere, usually near anyone who already fears him.
Note: Frequently repeats himself. May drive other deer bonkers.

Ebony - Quiet mastermind and 'electric' nature; Found near the ruins.
Note: Semi-Ghost. Still hears the voice of her husband, who's still alive in another life/world. Has power over lightning.

Laghodessa - Murdered mother; Found near the ruins.
Note: May appear as a raven. Ghost.

The rest of my deer who aren't listed simply aren't developed enough to RP with, or would loose their secret state.

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March 18, 2010 - 6:56am — Kaoori

tracking. will come up with

tracking. will come up with something later..

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March 18, 2010 - 7:37am — Pegasicorn

I haven't posted on any of

I haven't posted on any of these interaction blogs yet, but I should..
Just not now. |D; EVENTUALLY.

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March 18, 2010 - 8:25am — arrowdoe

I had a brilliant idea. I

I had a brilliant idea. I swear I did. -storms off-
Be back later when I remember it.

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March 20, 2010 - 7:53am — Siellby

track

March 20, 2010 - 7:55am — faunet

Darkweaver seems like an

Darkweaver seems like an interesting fellow mind if I reguest him. ?

March 20, 2010 - 8:03pm — Aegle

TRACK 8D

March 20, 2010 - 10:53pm — Zergarikiaka

@Faunet: Sure. 83

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March 20, 2010 - 11:21pm — faunet

Do you want to start?

March 20, 2010 - 11:25pm — Zergarikiaka

I'm a little stumped as to

I'm a little stumped as to how to start. XD I'll let you.

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March 20, 2010 - 11:29pm — faunet

Faunet approached the ruins

Faunet approached the ruins with caution."Hello she camly said to stag"

March 27, 2010 - 11:08pm — Zergarikiaka

Resting beside the grave of

Resting beside the grave of his deceased mate, Darkweaver opens one of his multipe eyes, ears perking at the sound of a voice. He lifts his head off his fetlocks, opening a second eye, the other four remaining closed for now. Curious at the stranger approaching him, he dips his head in casual greeting. "Hnn...? Greetings." He responds, clearing his decayed throat enough to speak.

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March 28, 2010 - 12:00am — faunet

"Can you stand" she ask

"Can you stand" she ask doubtfully

March 28, 2010 - 5:00am — Zergarikiaka

He tilts his head a little at

He tilts his head a little at the question, ears perked at the trace of doubt in Faunet's voice. "Hnn... I could... but it may take... some time." He awnsers, uncrossing his fetlocks and folding his forelegs benieth himself. With each movement, the chains on his legs click and clatter as the ancient stag slowly pulls himself from a laying down position to a stand. A calm chuckle escapes him. "Advanced age... can be... unplesant... on the body." He comments.

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March 28, 2010 - 5:06am — Kaoori

Kaoori looked around

Kaoori looked around continuously in the fog, flattening her ears. Fog always made her nervous, brought back bad memories. As she approached the ruins, she gently picked some poppies out of the ground, holding them gingerly in her mouth. It didn't take her long to find her grave. She spent a lot of time here, before and after that fight that had turned her life around. This spirit was familiar to her, lifted her own.
In respect, she bowed, gently placing the poppies on top of the grave. She didn't do it as often as she would have liked to. Life always brought her in different directions, and with a rambunctious son to take care of, every day brought something new.
As she stood up, she tilted her head, staring at the grave for a moment.
"You have not been forgotten, Laghodessa," she whispered, before trotting off again into the distance, poppies standing out blood red against the thick white mist of the fog.

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March 28, 2010 - 6:21am — faunet

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