May 23, 2012 - 5:01pm — MoonlitStar
I'M SUDDENLY STRUCK WITH THE FEAR THAT HER WHoLE ARRIVAL AND SHIT IS JUST LIKE
BEING IGNoRED AND No-oNE EVEN KNoWS ABoUT IT oR GIVES A SHIT
So SHE'LL BE ALoNE FoREVER
hi guys talk to me
/sobbu
May 23, 2012 - 4:32pm — MoonlitStar
One minute I was a man holding a month-old baby in my arms and the next I was a stag curled around a tiny fawn in a magical forest that screwed up time too badly for me to even try and explain it.
May 22, 2012 - 6:08pm — MoonlitStar
I am the passenger, I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright, I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky, over the city's ripped backsides
And everything looks good tonight
May 22, 2012 - 2:32pm — MoonlitStar
How did this happen? She was gone and then she was back, now she's gone again. I'm standing in the front doorway of my apartment and there's a crying child in my arms and I don't know what to do. She's gone, and she's never coming back, and she's left me with this child. What do I do? I look down at the baby and my mind goes blank. It's not happy. It wants its mother, but she's gone. She's not coming back, kid. I still hope that she will, but at the same time I know it's pointless. She's gone. She's gone. She's gone.
May 20, 2012 - 4:51pm — MoonlitStar
The plot thus far is that Taliene basically just up and disappeared in late December, 2011. I did start trying to write something about it, and failed miserably, because I hadn't thought it out very well and the whole thing seemed very cliche.
It's been almost, if not already, six months since she disappeared, and I've been trying to think of a way to resolve this plot. I've also been trying to figure out what actually happened.
May 19, 2012 - 7:34pm — MoonlitStar
So as well as realising my deer have different abilities inforest, I also realised they refer to various things differently. Likely to be updated as I remember more things.
May 19, 2012 - 3:40pm — MoonlitStar
edit: forgot to add 'ability to turn into fawn'
This isn't really made to give anyone an action-by-action explanation of what my deer are doing. Not exactly, anyway. It's more to point out differences in their behaviours, because I've realised some of my deer are capable of understanding or doing things that the others can't. I dunno, I haven't written the damn thing yet so I don't really know what to call it 8'C It'll probably end up being like...mini-profile things.
May 18, 2012 - 5:59pm — MoonlitStar
I'd really love to make an ooc deer. I tried before, but by calling the deer Rhye and giving him a different story, making him male...I don't know, he wasn't really me. I'd really like to have one that I could just throw inforest to hang out with people; preferably ooc deer, since an ooc chilling with characters is slightly odd, and I'd feel bad if a character got attatched to them, if that makes sense.
So, I don't know. I'd really like it if people could post their oocs on here and show me the pictograms, so I know who I can run and snuggle ;;" Having an ooc deer is the closest thing I can ever get to experiencing TEF the way I used to.
D'you think I should bother making one? I'm really not sure because I have the feeling I'd end up alone inforest all the time but hrnnnng...
May 17, 2012 - 9:32pm — MoonlitStar
rated m as usual. themes, violence...
she was like one of the warriors they told me about
a demon, a goddess, an exiled monster
everyone that knew her warned me away
but I never listened
they said she worked for beasts
silent scumbags that went unseen
they were chaotic, and their ruler
had gone mad with power
she said she was forced into it a long time ago
and I couldn't leave her after that
she was always fierce and she was always so cold
but I loved her anyway
one day or another she turned to me
after weeks of being on edge for no reason
she said 'I don't know how to feel' and turned,
vanishing into the night
I waited for hours and I set out to follow
she certainly didn't want to be found
so I returned home and waited for morning
in the hopes that I'd see her again
when I saw her again she was heavily scarred
her clothes were all torn and her lips had been marred
she tried for a smile and said once again
'I don't know how to feel'
she told me her name wasn't really her name
snd hideous things that she'd done in the past
who she had murdered and who she had maimed
she told me I wouldn't be the last
her hand, it was quick, and her dagger was sharp
a rarity, gold and ornate
my blood spat forth and stop did my heart
too late to confess, much too late
I still hear her voice now, soft in my head
saying she loved me as my life slipped away
she thought I would hate her; I didn't, I couldn't
I'll wait for her in Hell, and love her the same
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I guess this was written from the point of view of someone Sax used to know.
May 17, 2012 - 8:21pm — MoonlitStar
It's been a long time since he's been to this place. Every time he comes back, he's reminded of why he left in the first place all those years ago. It wasn't running away - not so cliché as that - but rather, leaving unexpectedly. His mother and stepfather were furious at the time, but they never understood why he left. They didn't understand that it was their fault, that they'd driven him out. He was eighteen at the time, just out of school, going into university to study English, become a teacher. He could have done it, too, if he'd only stayed at home. But he didn't. And that only made him more bitter as the weeks went by without the comfort of home.
