Been a while since I have gotten on, and I must say, it's been an eventful morning. Already found a soon-to-be mother named Herla, a pretty deer. Bowed to her then ran away because the buck next to her looked a little scary and my fawn is suppose to be shy. Wandered around, tried the genderless avatar option then found out that only you can see it on yourself. Darn! Oh well. :3 Went towards the pond and found other fawns, started dancing then showed them how to spin in a circle while dancing. Had to laugh, and thus, a good morning. Thanks guys! Sorry I don't know your pictograms well enough! >.<"

The Night
I scream and cry, choking in my tears
I try to breath, and see a light
I cannot move, I'm still in the night
I see something dark
in the clutches of this world
and gasp, I scream in fear
at the presence of the thing that will kill us all
We will all die, we will all be killed
By that thing that we fear most
We will all take
and hate those who take
We let chances go by us,
and we don’t mind
The presence of the people
that ignore the joy of life
Is killing me...
I cannot take it any longer
in this world
I try to make a change, but nothing happens
People will someday remember me
and I hope that they see
That light will be taken, and we will be dying
in this sea of greed

the poem that got me a B!yay?XD

Something that really, really, really bothers me these days: The lack of human faced deer on a website whose big quirk are human faces on deer. If you have an active deer like that, could you just post here please? I'd like to just take a count. Maybe it's not as bad as I think.

105

Thanks you guys. Might've seemed meaningless, but I'm happy with the numbers that came back.

Chapter 1
The Start of Herd

Silence
The fog stretched over the land, filling it with fear, and horror, making screams that fed the dark shadow coming for them, the fear if its prey, the desperate groans and cries, making it stronger every second….no hope, no joy…was left after he came, he took life and light away from the forest…and it, will come back again to make more damage to the world.
It was quiet, maybe too quiet. It seemed like nothings swifted in the woods. The fog covered the land, making the creatures that were full of joy and happiness hide I n
The clutches of the night, and forget the joy of life. The sun shined I knew that, but the fog was so think it didn’t let any light in, the only light you could see were the candles of my antlers. I was the only one out in the tremendously thick fog. None knew why this had happened, or what had caused it. There was very little food and the fishes had increased a lot, since the water covered half or even more of the land. It rained almost every day. As I trotted to the pond, that was quite big now. I kept on looking around, wondering if there were a herd near. For I had heard the hoofs of them hit the ground. I took a drink and I jumped back, dropping a candle in to the water. What had made me do so?
I saw two shadows move through the fog, I look harder and then saw other things chasing them. They had long slender faces, and their antlers were long. I heard a call and it sounded like a fawns call. I ran as fast as I could to the shadows in the fog, and bit the neck of one of the beasts. Feeling something kick my stomach I let out a groan and fell down to the ground, the ache was killing me, I got up and got slammed to the side of a tree, leaving me a long scar on the side of my head. Leaving a deep wound on my neck, not knowing if it was a she or a he I just kicked it in the jaw braking its teeth and maw, leaving it on the ground, defenseless.

I burned my knuckle on a hot glue gun in art class today. I was working on a ramp for a pingpong ball, and forgot where the tip of the hot glue gun was. It's not the worst burn I got, but it still stung like heck. It still stings a little if i flex my thumb a little too far.

Poplar wanted me to tell another story with her in it... bear with me. -click read more-

(Offline-Tobi)

I don't know if it's possible, but I was wondering if anyone would cast the DOTD mask on Tobi, as I just checked and surprisingly, he grew up (thought he wouldn't for another week or so ). If you can't, then he would still like the magpie pelt

Picto
Thank you for any help; he's not been in the Forest much, just as a fawn a few times, and people probably have no clue as to who he is . He will be in the Ruins, next to the fungus tree, wearing flowers on his antlers ^_^

Whats my Deer like:

Good Bad
Wanting to please - Gets over friendly
Wanting to support - Gets wrong part of stick
Has opionion - not understood by others
Trys to be friendly to all Sometimes forgets people dont want attention
Sees good and bad in all Even demons can love.


no scrap that...

So what am I saying. Um well. gees. .. Right:

A positive turn negitiev may still turn positive a again

A man kills a man who has done wrong people call him a hero but life is life and another will call him the bad man and take his place as the hero is others eyes, and so it continues.

Thinks.

To me everyone in the communitee is special no matter who.
Each persons talented in there own ways see there own vision and some times I wish I had that vision. I have tried to role play But have never understood it. Then mess up by getting in the way of others games.

Everyone Has a right to think free and if wahts said in not what the other wants to hear But that does not mean you can listen and perhaps see from another view.

But you know what.. if a house was on fire I would not care who was inside I'd still run to save them.

You know that when you meet a person your whole idea of them is made in 30 seconds of seeing and talking to them. Hence first impressions count.

But we all make mistakes all mess up all wish the clock to go back. we can make do and mend but sometimes giving the respect people want and space they needs best. it hurts to stand aside when you just want to give a person a hug But it helps.

Understanding each other goes not between people it goes round. See a person with sever phycial or mental disabilites Just cause the shells a bit damage does not mean the minds broken. I used to work in a supermarket I oftern served these people and never once looked down upon them. I treated them like any other and you know what...