written very quickly. Nirvana. I've missed him...

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last night I saw the stars align
to show me what I'd missed before
they sent me back through space and time
hoping I'd arrive at your door

a long time ago you tainted me
yet I could still forgive you
I never thought I'd ever see
the tears from your soul I drew

the stars told me where the liars were
and how they'd always hate me
I realised you'd still be there
you were all I had

but then one day when things were better
the stars aligned again
they told me to come back to the home I had left
away from mortal men

I gave you my pocketwatch
you said you'd keep it safe

but from above

I watched

the stars in your eyes

f-f-fade

and

b-break...

So, I`m logged in on my side account now. Problem is, this is one of three accounts I`ve tried making for one of my deer, and none of them have been verfied :0

My email is set to let spam in.... Idk what to do... help please? -distressed face-

(Btw.... hey Orinoco )

This is my long overdue character development/roleplay blog. I am willing to roleplay human or deer, although I've never actually done the former before so I'd ask that anyone who wants to start it out. So, you can pick one of my deer and one of yours and we can begin. (:

Sodesi. Female. Whitetail Deer. Mateless. Speaks in #78A5F2. Reference by Keepiru.

Denali. Male. Red Deer. Fawn. Speaks in #F2B878. Reference by Xemi.

Autumn. Female. Chinese Water Deer. Mateless. Speaks in #A96914.

Css will be tested here later, don't comment pretty please.

Hi i am iloveboo. I live in GA. I am new to this so spare me. I still need to name my deer, But if you like come and help me please. Thanks.

Just a spontaneous thought.

I'd like to hear obscure facts about people's characters. Silly little things you wouldn't generally put on their bio. They're fun, imo...add some life. So please, share away.

For example:

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-Brighteyes can't whistle- not properly, anyway. The scars on his lips hinder him. If he tries to mimic bird sounds at all, it's in fairly grotesque and inventive ways.

-He hates chocolate. It's a texture thing.

-This one is actually a little embarrassing. He loves hair...pretty much everyone he's close to has had their hair done by him at least once.

-He has a lot of trouble saying 'squirrel'. 'Plushrat' is the alternative word he's adopted from Jack.

-He has a thing for using the gash through his cheek in weird ways to get a reaction. This involves letting his tongue hang out it and eating/showing teeth through it.

Hey guys! If your wondering who I was I'm Wolfy} they just canged it to Wolff. So now im a fawn and can login in TEF. Thanks for telling me how to fix my problems

Updates: Just come back in forest. wow new things

Bio updates: Needs to be done... a lot.
Exerus - might give him an upgrade in looks x'D
Kileah - Horrendous Profile x...x
Orri - ok profile

rp or just to chatt add away :3

Skype
Louise_rickardsson

Hopefully this'll be the completed version of Zash's letter. I like it, so it might stay. This is based off of a young soldier's opinions of World War I, specifically when and after the US entered the war. Poor Zash.



I know I should have told you. I know I shouldn’t have cowered; my tail tucked between my legs like a lowly dog and slunk off into the night. I should have told you, straight up front. I…just … I just couldn’t bear to see your face, Mother. I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you. I am your son; I wanted to protect you just as much as you wanted to protect me. I wanted to wrap you up in my arms and shield you from the evils of this world, where everything doesn’t have a pot of gold, where every stranger can’t always be trusted. I wanted to let you keep your happy little bubble, just for you. Where you could flitter about, humming and dusting just like you used to when I was young.

Just as much as I wanted to protect you, I wanted to be free, to sever that leash holding me back. I was stupid enough to think that I could protect you from where I was… that I could protect both of us. So while you were crying at your table, mourning the disappearance of your only son, I was masquerading my way into the army, planning to show everyone just how strong I was.

Mother, no form of strength could drag me out of this Hell. This is not the glory I was told of. I thought that by going out here, to face the enemy, I would be protecting you, protecting those I love. I thought that by showing our military strength, the enemy would turn tail and run. They haven’t run. They bombard us with gas and bombs alike, keep us in our trenches. We are burrowed in the ground, forced into hiding like a hunter would a fox, just waiting to be forced out by the hint of smoke.

I do not want to be the fox, Mother. I want to be the hunting dog, braying victory to my master. This is a different fight.