Hello all. I am finches (yes, it’s spelled with a small “f”). I am new here – okay, that’s a lie, I’ve been here a while. At this moment, I have no friends and no characters.

Let’s talk?

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Days passed, and became weeks. The weeks became months, and passed the languid drawl of summer, and the cooling serenity of autumn. Soon, time plunged into the callous chill of winter.

The woods were alerted to her presence very quickly; she was making far too much noise to remain unnoticed. Birds flew to the safety of the trees, the rush of their wings barely audible; drowned by the terrible sounds that the staggering woman was making.

In her arms, she cradled a motionless bundle. In her throat, she held a terrible wail, and let it burst forth again as she slumped forwards against a familiar, leafless tree. The woman's shoulders trembled violently, face soaked with tears as a hand knocked weakly against the bark.

"My baby, my baby, I--please, the keeper--my little boy..."

She had never wanted a son, but gender did not matter now. 'Ven', as she was called, crushed her forehead against the tree's wood, still weeping and crying, clutching the bundle in her arms.

"Please, please, please, anything--bring him back, bring--please, keeper, please..."

Nothing. She gave a tortured wail, high-pitched and atonal, scraping against her own eardrums.

"Please! I'll do anything, anything, please! I want my son, I need him! PLEASE!"

And then, just as she was about to give in - a response.

'The keeper wishes to inform you that Death comes to us all.'

She had heard that before. The woman shook her head with a broken, shattered moan, eyes clenched shut though the tears still freed themselves from behind the lids, and ran openly down her thin, ill face.

"Please--please, keeper, I beg you--I'm dying, I can't take him with me, please--please--"

'The keeper is inclined to believe that the child was never destined to live.'

"Everyone is destined to live!" She raised her head, one hand clawing at the ground, whilst the other kept her lifeless child tucked safely against her chest.

Hey, guys. I'll delete this entry as soon as it has worn out its welcome, but I had two quick CSS-related questions. One, how does one go about deleting the name of an entry from the top of a given page? I know that I'm not wording this well, but such that it, (in this case CSS Questions), doesn't show up anywhere on the entry itself? And two, how does one code for text in which if you hover/mouse over a given word, a small box appears with additional text? Any help would be very much appreciated. Thank you.

Edit: Also, the Home › Blogs › username's blog on the upper right hand corner. Does anyone know how to get rid of that?

would someone take a screenshot of my fawn's pictogram?
i'd like to see how it differs from the original.

_{There. A mini and a normal deer.}

Hello everyone, this is WolfieGirl (Desk's my deer's name) c: this is my second account, to keep my second deer, Solarity at > U < I'd like some help getting her set, if anyone's willing to help~? c:

This is the set I'd like her to have:

> U < thank you~

This is amazing. It's... Oh my word. Eye feast.

Check out this panorama.

MIND=BLOWN.

http://priteeboy.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d339ct2

Listening to this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-ExXFoGeOQ

Name: Silent
Age:calf-very young (for now)
Gender: Female
Personality: Likes to be in the company of other deer, and is friendly to those she meets. (This doesn't mean she'll be friendly to those who jump out of no where and be aggresive >.>) She can't wait to grow up, and is very curious about things. She is adventurous and loves to explore with others.

(wasn't able to get a screenshot of her yet)

Look ma! I didn't wait forever this time! 8D