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November 8, 2009 - 11:47pm — Rutilus
[=10]YES. Thankyou, Fled. >D

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Hooves of Lightning - Blixt's Origin

November 4, 2009 - 6:05pm — quadraptor
(I wanted to write this last night but the servers were down, so here it is now. Might edit it later on)

On a cold November afternoon, the subtle silence of the forest was shattered by the sounds of a great battle. In a clearing near a cliff side, two bucks clashed at each other, their antlers locking up as each struggled to overpower the other. Their muscles tightened and both snorted and gritted their teeth as the spar continued. They slowly inched toward the cliff, both with the same idea of throwing the other off into the abyss.

Nearby a doe looked on, watching as her mate fought the opposing buck. He looked back at her for a moment, and at that time his rival caught him off guard and stabbed into his shoulder with an antler. The buck cried out, but then thrashed back at him, getting a clean scratch at his face and raking an eye. "Blixt!", the doe cried to the mate. He staggered back a little, surveying his shoulder wound for a second - it was deep and already bleeding, but he was not losing any strength due to it. "I'm fine, I'm fine!", he called back to his doe, and then lowered his antlers at the rival. His foe had a split second to open his scratched eye back up, at the time that Blixt charged at him. Lowering his antlers at the last second, the two clashed once again, Blixt driving him closer to the edge of the land. "Blixt, wait!", his rival began to say, but Blixt interrupted, "No, Dond, you will not speak! You threatened my doe, and I will not tolerate it!" Dond pressed back at him, "She was never yours to begin with!", he cried, and making the right movements, he threw his head toward the cliffside, making Blixt's body go with it.

Blixt barely caught the edge of the cliff, their antlers still locked.
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::Nothing I Say Will Wash It Away:: [T H E . P R E S E N T]

November 4, 2009 - 11:56am — MyuNoUta
*Will put more info later*

EDIT: Coding is a pain in the ass; I'm sorry that the one chorus line isn't colored, but the coding won't let it work, and I've been trying to fix it for the last 5-10 minutes. I'm fed up with trying to fix it.

I really wish I could have remembered what I wrote out originally, because I know for a fact that it was twice as epic as what I've rewritten. FML =/

Story's told in Myu's POV, but it's not all blue, because I want people to actually read it, and not bitch about how the text is hurting their eyes. Blue text signifies speech only in this one.

Song lyrics used are from the song "Manic," by Plumb.

::Nothing I Say Will Wash It Away::

She breathes in,
She breathes out...

The sun peeks through the trees, touching me, caressing me, as if trying to bring out of this sorry, miserable state.

It could be worse, it seems to say.

Bullshit, I spit back, my anger seeping, like a wound left to fester.

Oasis and the fawn may have cheered me up, but only slightly.

Just slightly.

When Oasis left, and the fawn went to romp with others of their age, I retreated back to the comfort of the Ruins, allowing my thoughts to tear me asunder again, like a predator lustfully ripping his prey apart.

It's not my fault. It's not my fucking fault.

She wakes up,
And lays down...

A quiet snorting noise cuts the air. Glancing down at the white doe sleeping beside me, my mind beings to boil over, like water left to heat too long.

She sleeps so quietly, so soundly, as if nothing can bother her. She is a blanket of diamond snow in a world of plain dirt.

Kita...your fur is so white, so pure, how can you be an abomination, as he puts it?

Another Roleplay Blog

November 3, 2009 - 9:35am — Siellby
-deer are preferable...however, I won't mind trying humans if anyone wants. My "unofficial" deer (Maera and Andras) are fantasy humanoid characters in their original forms, so I am used to playing them that way. The others might be more difficult.
Anthro is okay.
-I'm no good with coming up with or starting plots, so there won't be any here, unless someone else wants to try one
-anyone can join any time (I don't care how "good" you are at RP'ing)
-I can handle multiple scenarios and multiple time-lines
-If anyone would prefer to RP elsewhere (a separate blog, through MSN/AIM, a different site, etc.) just let me know.

Amary -bio-
Melinoe -bio-
Oisín -bio-
Hope -bio-
Phoenix -bio-



unofficial deer
(they can still be roleplayed with, these are characters I am used to roleplaying)
Maera -bio-
Andras -bio-
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::Spooky Scape:: [T H E . P A S T]

November 1, 2009 - 8:01am — MyuNoUta
Ohmigawd, fail chapter is FAIL. I really wanted to get at least one chapter out before the end of the weekend, and to be honest, this is the weakest writing yet. It didn't help that my mind was on a few other things, and it sucks that even the music was fully helping my mind sort things out.

So...in short, I'm sorry for the sucky chapter, but this is gonna have to do for now Dx

EDIT: OHSH- I almost forgot.

You may be wondering why I called this "alternate" forest, "Chornaya." Well, I wanted to create a name that would go with the "mood" of that overall world. "Chornaya" is the Russian word for "Black." So in essence, it's implying that it's a "black" world, where barely anything can survive.

And before anyone calls me out, claiming me as a wannabe Russian, think again. I took Russian for several years in high school. That's how I know.

Anyways, onto the story.

>>>::Spooky Scape::<<<

We fear what we do not know. We do not fear what we know.

And yet, what happens if what we know is what we’re supposed to fear?

Wolves.

Creatures of beauty.

Creatures of destruction.

Stories of them are nothing but intricate tales of betrayal, of chaos, of death. Dreams of growls, of fangs, of saliva plague the minds of the feeble, often causing many to break out in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. For many years, the wolves and deer had their own opinions of each other, one whispering venom about the other. The wolves occupied a forbidden region of the Forest, a place where no sane deer dare tread.

:.{Drops of Jupiter | Short story feat. Danila + Thomas}.:

October 30, 2009 - 10:12pm — Rutilus
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"We will become exinct," The king's cracked voice was solemn as he looked around the temple, in every nook and cranny of which there sat or stood one of his followers. Large eyes were fixed on the three royals; the king, the queen, and their young daughter. "We will wither and die..."
The king's silver eyes fell on a pale-skinned form near the back of the crowd. "And to prevent that from happening, we need one of our own kind to visit this...extraordinary planet that the humans call Earth. We need someone to stay hidden there and provide us with vital information that the humans will undoubtedly have. Information about the worlds that surround us. The stars. Galaxies." There was a murmer among the crowd. "We cannot remain on this planet forever. It is, after thousands of ages, dying. The star that gave us warmth will fade soon - not in our lifetimes, but in the lifetimes of our descendants. We will freeze to death. Our enemies, the scuttling creatures that live beneath our feet, will pick us off one by one. We need one of us, just one, to travel to Earth, to live there, and one day we will join them. The shuttle required for this immense journey is already waiting and ready to lift off..."
A shout from the crowd. "When?"
"Nightfall."
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::Scare Shadow:: [T H E . P A S T]

October 23, 2009 - 4:15am — MyuNoUta
Alright, I combined two days, and also left out some things as well. Still, I actually kinda like this chapter...at least we get a little change to the dream here. I might actually be able to wrap this story up sooner that I thought I would.

And that...might be a good thing >.>;

EDIT: Blah, now that I think about it, I think I rambled about the ruins a tick too long...granted, it's my favorite place in the whole game, and I did try and incorporate the real story behind it, but...yeah...Dx

Anyways, on with the story~!

>>>::Scare Shadow::<<<

The Ruins - A place of broken beauty, of solace and despair, a place of songs and cries.

Never sleep within its shadow, they always said.

It will tear out your soul, leaving you as an empty container, a perfect prey for the starved.

The brave few who did dare to sleep within its shadow were never heard from again. Any who stumbled across the crumbling fortress found nothing living there…within the shadows of the Ruins, nothing strived to live, not even the tiniest blade of grass.

But they did find a rather curious sight.

Small, white orbs raced frantically through the air, as if trying to escape from their very selves. And yet, whenever they reached a certain distance from the Ruins, they were seemingly thrown backwards. It was as if the Ruins had a mind of its own, not allowing its victims to free themselves from the misery their mistakes had cost them.

For the longest time, no one ever set foot there again. The deer within the forest learned to respect the Ruins; to them, the Ruins were alive, and were starved of the souls of helpless deer. They believed that one day, the souls would finally fade away, killing the Ruins, and making it safe to venture there again.
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::Seek:: [T H E . P A S T]

October 22, 2009 - 6:26am — MyuNoUta
*Sigh* Remember when I said I would revive the diary entries I deleted? Well, here's the first one finally~! Don't expect anything special or good, it's kinda late, and my head's a little foggy Dx

Just as a note, yeah, Myu does seem pretty angsty, but, considering the circumstances, and what I'm planning, it's all I got at this rate. Come to think of it, I might have to edit her bio AGAIN.

>.>

P.S. Diary titles are actually the titles of the tracks from the OST for a visual novel called "Saya no Uta." 'Tis an awesome soundtrack <3

>>>::Seek::<<<

Sunlight; ever so warm…soothing to the heart.

A field of purple flowers…a light, sweet scent dances through the air.

A low, humming song…eerie, yet beautiful, breaks the silence of the woods.

A presence…nurturing, loving, ensures her safety.

Sleep…a world of endless possibilities, quietly whispers to her.

Who is this, who lays by me?

Who is this, whose song betrays this silence?

What is this feeling, this emotion, that makes my heart flutter?

Is a friend? A relative?

Is it even a deer? Or something else?

The voice is airy, obviously a female’s voice. She wishes to raise her head, to see the being
lying beside her.

And yet, sleep whispers more desperately, wanting to seduce her into nothingness…

It’s almost as if…she’s not meant to know who it is.

Drip…drip…drip.

What is this upon my nose?

Drip…drip…drip.

Is that…

Drip…drip…drip…

Rain?
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