((A little fawn against a Rock Hound!?))

tactful (t?kt' f?l) adjective
Possessing the ability to point out any or all negatives, you see in a person, in a positive way. If you are good at it, the person will believe, you are giving them a compliment and ask for more. Reading this proves that in relationships, you have learned to be tactful. Otherwise, you would be taking a very long dirt nap six-foot under. Mary Page aka theano

Art and drawing is a living paradox. When a person does art in its many forms they draw from their experiences, their moods, their needs, and give it meaning and perspective according to their view of the world. As you show it to other people a relationship forms because no one is exactly like you, and no one has had the same experiences as you, and no one has a iron clad grip on the truth. We all have desires, prejudices, and preferences.

The discussion begins. What you thought you presented is interpreted differently by another. If the choice of medium is open enough the interpretations cross our walls and boundaries. It is suppose to create a conflict. It is suppose to make each side uncomfortable. It is in our uncomfortableness we finally speak our truth. In communicating through what ever form there is we begin to see the world through other eyes. There is an infallible eternal truth woven through out our experiences and world, but as humans we can approach the infinite but we never get to the end of it. Art forms in picture, music and writing make us face the multiple realities that exist in our world. We develop compassion and tolerance. We see the other point of view. We never have to agree with it, but we respect it because it is their reality and base they work, play, and speak from.

We are all born, we all suffer in this life to some degree because of our folly, we will all die. In esoteric, eternal moments art lets us transcend our truth in a container by bursting the bubble we wrap it in, and spill it out among the others.

Birthday to me...


i had birthday yesterday but was in riding camp

Fae would LOVE to RP with you all!!! EVERYONE is welcome! Fae can be silly and inappropriate at times. She trusts quickly, is kind, and can be moody at times. She's never rude, though.
Her bio ---> http://endlessforest.org/community/fae-bio

Short scenario:
A light breeze was blowing, gently ruffling the fur on the butterfly doe. Fae was relaxing next to "her" stump, down by the pond. She loved laying by the tree stump - it made her feel safe for some reason. It was her prefered place to sleep, and she was always relaxed there. It also afforded an excellent view of the pond. She could watch the other deer and fawns, playing by the water, spell spamming . . . .
Her ears picked up movement behind her. She turned her head to see who was approaching.

Clicky!
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Here's mine;

It fits, my friend approves it xD

Warning, slight graphic writing

Anjali tried to get to the Twin Gods' hill. He hoped there would be a cure there, or at least he could be pointed in the right direction.

He would never make it to the hill. The stag's labored breath overtook him, he stopped for only a moment to look at the deep wounds and infection the rock hound had done to him.

And at that moment, he collapsed. A small pool of blood formed where he lay. He could see the Twin Gods' statues. He was so close. He tried to call, but nothing came out.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the virus inch slowly across his body and start to go into the wounds. He didn't want it to end this way. He was so close...

Warmth. It came quickly. Was he dead? Or...he swore he just saw an angel. His eyes were blurred, the light was so bright and gleaming.

"You're going to be alright, Anjali.", the voice so familiar spoke to him, "You're going to be alright."

He opened his eyes, no longer where he was but rather he had been brought right up to the hill. There, he saw the Twin Gods themselves, doing everything they could for him. They only barely touched his skin, and the wounds healed on their own. The infection was long gone, Quad's light destroyed it earlier.

"Rest. You're body is healed but you're still going to feel pain. There is nothing we can do for that, but time will heal it.", Auriea spoke to him.

"Please, tell us what attacked you.", Michael requested.

The three listened intently as Anjali spoke what he saw - an invisible enemy, a rock hound...purple eyes...the fight was blurry to him.

He slept here. He was under the protection of the gods, they would not let anything hurt him any longer this day. Quad even stayed by his side, yet the Grand Talux lowered his head.

[=red]"This is my fault, Anjali.

The fawn woke in a sea of amber, gold, and green. It raised its tiny head and peered around through slitted eyes, pictogram glowing faintly between its huge ears. Hundreds of spots dotted the little deer's pelt, melting the fawn in to the surroundings. Blue smoke wafted to the sky not far off, and the sound of running water could be heard. The ears caught the sounds, down to the whisper of a dove's wings overhead. They became too much to handle, and the little fawn curled back up in to a small oval.

Tears stained the freckled, white cheeks of the little one as it now realized it was alone. They dripped down its face and on to the ground in soft, barely-audible clicks as it sobbed. The world was so big and bright, the fawn could not stand to stay in it, it thought. Terror caused it to cry out, leaving the safety of the tall grasses in search of a better place to hide from the terrifying world... little did the baby deer know that it was heading straight in to the heart of the Endless Forest and all of its little wonders.

A large, gray structure soon loomed over the little beast. Its heart beat as if a bird were trapped in its chest as it peered about, only finding sleeping beings. Not knowing what the beings were, the fawn thought it was safe. There were many places to hide, so the baby started with a bed of poppies. This was not enough protection. After several spots, the fawn settled down behind a tree, in an alcove of the ruins.

After a little bit of sleeping, two awake deer found the fawn. Big, green eyes were dazzled and terrified by their bone-faces as they tried to get the little deer to play. It drove off the strange creatures by lashing out with tiny, glass-like hooves. Upset. The second feeling the little deer had after Fear.

The fawn dozed off again in the innocent little curl fawns often do, unaware of the reality it was now facing. It was alive, and would have to come out of the alcove and enter the new world.

Just curious.

My favorite dog is the Shiba Inu, and for cats, I would say Singapura.