First of all, my sincere apologies! My wishlist is kinda late, but I've been busy working and stuff. Even though I'm online in the evening, I often find myself conversating or reading a book. Ahum. XD;

Anyway, I hate making these kind of lists. Lists are a hobby of mine, but not listing what I want to have. Because I can never really think of anything in particular.
I do like art, and art featuring one of my three deer would be awesome! I don't have a preference, surprise me. I'll link you their biographies:

Amara
Fenqua
Silvery

Furthermore, I like souvenirs. So something typical for your country would be awesome. Maybe not those small, minitiature buildings but more like: Food, specifically candy. |D With the wrapping still around in, in your language and stuff. I don't know, I just like things like that! XD
And if you can think of anything else, that's fine with me too! Getting a suprise is always fun!

Also, deer related stuff or maybe self-crafted juwelry would be cool to get.

I hope this helped...

Love,

Avani

The sky could be blue, I don't mind…

Silvery

… without you it's a waste of time

[=#6666FF]Full name
Silvery

Meaning
Allseeing (Forest Language)

Gender
Doe

Date of Birth
June 24

Age
18

Appearance
Silvery wears the magpie coat, a pelt consisting of different shades of blue and purple. Her underbelly and face are made of the purest white, while her chocolate brown eyes are surrounded by a charcoal coloured mask. It is said that the black was caused by her insomnia and the many fearful tears she had cried after each nightmare. In summer her head is covered in beautiful, red peacock-like feathers. In winter she loses these feathers, until a few smaller ones (magpie) remain. Her fur is extremely fluffy, and even fluffier in the wintery season. Especially her tail is covered in a lot of fur.

History
[=12]Silvery was raised by only her mother, since her father decided to leave the family while she was still a newborn fawn. Her mother pretended Silvery didn't have a biological father, but instead was a child of the (male) Twin God himself. From early age it was known Silvery had a very short attention span and trouble listening.

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Those who are dead…











With bloodshot eyes she awoke from a dream that seemed to have lasted a lifetime. Red feathers were scattered around her body, her dark pelt was worn out and patchy. The magpie-coated doe softly bit her lip as the tears streamed down her face. She wasn’t crying, she couldn’t be crying. What was there to cry about? She had awakened from a dream, just like she had done every night before this one.
Slowly she rose to her feet, the diamond-like teardrops falling from her cheeks onto the ground. The sounds of the everlasting forest were like poetry, like coming home from a long journey. Her mind was blank, but somehow she remembered this place. A place filled with a feeling, a feeling of energy and warmth. A feeling which motivated and which gave her all the right reasons to hold on. A feeling called happiness.

Slowly she made her way through the forest, not caring to take a look around. It was quiet, the sun had already set and there was nobody in sight. Somehow she longed for company, for the warmth of a living body right next to her. She wished she could meet someone and ask her all the questions on her mind. Who was she? What was she doing here again? Her head was aching and her body was soar, like she had been thrown down a cliff and merely survived.

Time is so short...





In a flash a familiar place suddenly came to mind. A place filled with graves and broken buildings. She seemed to remember something. The place wasn’t as depressing as one would expect from a graveyard. The sun would often spread her light across the area and turn it into a sanctuary.

Touch me with your love…

Fenqua

… and reveal to me my true name

[=#FF3366]Full name
Fenqua

Meaning
Bright eyes (Forest Language)

Gender
Doe

Date of Birth
May 16

Age
18

Appearance
In summer, Fenqua proudly wears the Kabuki pelt, existing of tan colored fur with a blood-red line swirling across her body. In winter she sheds her pelt, for it to be replaced by a beautiful silvery gray wintercoat. Her antlers look like the antennas of a butterfly; black, long, thin and curly. Often these 'antlers' are decorated with poppies and purple flowers.

History
[=12]When Fenqua's mother is pregnant of her, her parents stumble across a little fawn without anyone to take care of it. They discover it's a Twin Gods child and decide to adopt her and name her Amara. When Fenqua is born, she considers Amara her big sister, nothing more and nothing less. They live happily as a small family, in which Fenqua looks up to her sister as a roll model.

But then comes tragic. Her parents are brutally murdered by unknown creatures and she and her sister are left alone in the world. Amara knows she has to take responsibility for her baby sister, who is still a fawn, but decides after a while she simply can't do it.

Hello everyone,

Since I haven't been gone for ages it's mostly likely I haven't been forgotten about yet. Once again I have been too curious and wanted to take a look at the new and improved community site. I must say, it looks lovely! I still have a few problems with getting my text in the right color and size, but overall it's fine. I love the categories, I'm a category person.

I would call this a comeback, but I won't. I actually removed every blog entry I wrote aside from my stories and poems. Meaning that I will mainly use the community site for my creativity in writing. Blogs like these will be rare, however it's also a way of writing I'm fond of.

I left this site mainly for personal reasons. At one point I was completely fed up with this community and just got tired of it. It irritated me and that doesn't really help me. However, I think that irritation has grown from the major addiction this site caused. I kept checking the site every ten minutes for updates and it honestly sucked the life out of me. I was an addict and I don't want to be an addict. I liked it, but at the same time hated it. Very frustrating and unhealthy. On top of that, my ex-boyfriend broke up our almost three year lasting relationship, which made me lose the will to do anything anymore. But luckily that's over. For two months he was all I could think about, we had some kind of 'friendship' thing going on but it only made it worse. We fought often and I still got blamed for everything bad that happened.

Anyone trying to deny you…

Amara

… must be out of their mind

[=#9900CC]Full name
Amara Eva

Meaning
Unfading; eternal (Greek) life (Hebrew)

Gender
Doe

Date of Birth
March 2

Age
Unknown

Appearance
During the summer, Amara can be seen in the ‘cream belly’ pelt, the Kirin antlers and the Magpie mask. Officially she wears the Nymph pelt and her mask is actually the top half of a bird skull on her head. She has long, blond manes and two-coloured eyes; her left one is green and her right one is blue. In winter her antlers have slimmed down to the size and shape of te Beluga antlers and her pelt has gone from warm and brown to black and white (Orca). Her skull and manes remain the same.

History
[=12]This doe was born without parents and was destined to grow up in almost complete solitude. Luckily, she was found by two young soon-to-be parents, who accepted her as their daughter. Amara is a child of the Twin Gods themselves and from the day she was born, she somehow knew an important task was waiting for her.

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[=10]

‘Falling snow makes no sound,
As it carefully touches the ground
Before disappearing into nothingness
Unseen, unheard
And left to rest.’

The girl softly sang to herself, while watching the first flakes of winter fall. Right in front of her feet they vanished, for their short, fragile lives mattered to no one at all. Her gaze went from her shoes to the place she currently was, London Kings Cross station. People walking, pushing her aside in their haste without having time to apologize. The fifteen year old with one green and one blue eye, eyed the other travellers with curiosity and fear. Fear of loneliness and the unknown in front of her. She planned on going to travel, but never realized there were so many places she could go. To her it did not matter, she just wished to leave the rotten city she was born in. London had its charm for sure and looked beautiful on the outside.

First of all, my apologies to all of you readers. I have failed. And I'm not joking about my low self-esteem or writing qualities or anything, but I really messed up this last chapter. It depresses me, really. >< I couldn't find the inspiration I wanted, but I really felt like ending it. I really had enough of it. It's over now.. it's done...

Maybe someday, when I feel like it, I'll rewrite it. I just feel like the last 2 chapters drained all of my writing skills. My next big story isn't going to be english either, I just suck at it!

Oh and there maybe SOME gore and violence, but not much. But be warned anyway!

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CHAPTER TEN

'Who are the skull soldiers?' Silvery asked curiously. The couple was running through the forest, making their way to Nimlin's sleeping spot. Fenqua realized it was the first time she would be asking the Alpha's mate for help.
'The Skull Soldiers are deer that were chosen to guard the forest against humans. They were trained by Orphrite himself and they are the strongest deer around.'
'But why are they called the Skull Soldiers? It sounds rather horrifying.'
Fenqua smiled at the young adolescent. That was her first thought too, when she met the soldiers for the first time. What as mistake she had made...
'They're called Skull Soldiers because they all wear the Skull mask. That mask is capable of hiding someone's identity partially. Nobody in the forest knows who they are, it's much safer that way. Also, the Skull mask seems to be succesful in scaring humans. It probably reminds them of death.'
'Humans are afraid of death?' Silvery seemed somewhat surprised. She never thought these fearless, cold creatures would be afraid of dying.
'Yes, they are. Probably because they aren't sure where they will end. We know our fate, eventually we'll meet the Twin Gods and stay in their heaven. Humans are still unsure of what will happen to them. They even fight over religion, isn't that ironic?'
'It sure is...'

I feel fucked so I wrote a poem. Yeah, I only write poems when I feel bad, otherwise nothing comes out, really. Actually, Silvery 'wrote' this, it's about her current feelings. Which are a lot worse than mine.

Finally, chapter nine! And the story doesn't end here... ;D

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CHAPTER NINE

She was sick of it. Sick of feeling sick. There was nothing she could do, she felt tired, angry and she hated everyone. For weeks this had been going on and Fenqua didn’t have the slightest idea what was growing inside of her. She felt broken, dying, like the world didn’t care about her anymore. Like the Gods didn’t care anymore. She was on the edge of either exploding or drowning in her own misery.

‘Fenqua? I think we need to talk.’ Fulu carefully approached the grumpy doe. ‘It’s about… your mood swings.’
‘Talk? What is there to talk? I’m going to die, so please leave me alone.’
‘Fenqua, you’re not going to die, just listen to me.’
Fenqua just let out a soft growl and turned her head to the young birdlike deer. Yes, young deer. Much younger than herself, she felt so old being like this. She used to run through the forest before the sun rose, but this morning she felt sick and threw up on her own mate.
‘Okay, listen Fen. You know darn right what’s going on. You know there’s something different about your body,’ Fulu swallowed when she saw Fenqua’s face ‘you… really… s-shouldn’t deny it and just accept the fact that…’
‘That what?’
‘That you’re…’
‘That I’m what, Fulu?’ Fenqua’s face was now right in front of the white doe and she gasped. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea at all, she thought. She looked away.
‘Tell me Fulu… what’s wrong with me?’ Suddenly Fenqua’s voice sounded softer, almost sad. Like she was about to hear terrible news from her. Fulu took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes.

‘Fenqua, you’re pregnant.’

A loud and angry bellow followed, together with the flight of a hundred birds.