As soft as water, and as pretty as snow, glistening in the meadows as the moon light dances.

Not fast nor slow, and not quiet nor loud, a doe who's long fur danced with the wind trotted though the forest, as though if she went any faster the forest would fall apart. The voices of the forest souls calmed her, and the lovely trees and their leaves rattling with the wind were pretty. Not beautiful... pretty. Simple. Basic. Though wonderful. What this meant the doe didn't know. She suddenly felt something... though not as painful as anything she has ever encountered, more like... a sharp nail poking her. She ignored the pain and looked at the beauty of the forest, hoping it would shoo the pain away. But every second the pain got worse, and the doe could not enjoy the loveliness. She fell to the ground, screaming in pain, though the souls of the forest didn't answer her call. They didn't need to. The doe knew what was happening. The pain was unbearable. She thought she could not do it. She felt the little fawn trying to escape, trying to find the door to freedom. The doe needed to get her fawn out. She started pushing as horrible as it was. She screamed in pain, but she knew it would be over soon. The fawn's head popped out and he was gasping for air. The rest of the body slipped out before they knew it. A new fawn was born. He struggled to his hooves but fell, and, struggling again, got up. He walked over to his mother on wobbly legs, nearly stumbling at times. The doe nuzzled her child and watched as he sniffed a stick. "What do you have there?" she said softly. The fawn picked the stick up with his mouth and spit it out, then picked it up again. The fawn threw it and it scraped his mother's leg. Drops of blood tricked down her wound. "Ouch!" His mother yelled. She took a look at her wound then looked back to her child. He was smiling as though he wanted to hurt his mother. "You pierced me with a stick!" Then, she smiled.

Are you pretty?


A pep talk for you!


Europe dances together. (Call me cheezy but I was dancing too)


The world is awesome <3


Save Busuu!


You give a little love and it all comes back to you. Every movie should end like this. <3 If you haven't seen this movie I will tell you that Pies = Guns.


I am addicted to multilanguage disney songs. Don't they just make you happy? ♥


Christian the lion.


More multinational love.

Had been borrowing my beau's PC to play in the forest.

Beau gone away for a while.

No PC... No Forest.

I still have my mac.

And will probably have to obsessively interact here... Like learning CSS. And lurking on all of your blogs.

So now would be a good time to track me and be my new friend.

Here is something happening in my life:

I want to color it next. I am afraid to ruin it. I think I may have it very nicely printed on a bigger piece of paper so I can finish the wings and then color. It is called a Baeltzucoatl. I made them up.

Heres one I drew from some time ago. Yes, I changed the design... New one is pretty buff. And has antlers. <^.^>


Also, because we all freak out sometimes.

-Emily

Bio

When I was born
I became my dads pride a joy
I was my moma's little girl and her whole world was me

They put a roof over my head and shoes on my feet
They stressed education and gave the best they could to me
They love and protect and are my rocks that keep me from drowning

I wasn't born with a singers voice
Thats not who I was meant to be
Not a singer but maybe a song writer
I have way with words and simple melodies
Musics in my heart


It's there to stay
Inspiration gives me the chance to express emotions
To bring a crowd to their feet
Mama blessed me with my beauty
Someday maybe when I'm older
You might see me on that cover wearing some new sense of fashion
With my blue eyes asking how where is that next stop light

Lifes coming fast and won't seem to stop
I yearn for stage and the drama another person I can become
I can make you believe any story
Or believe any lie
Give me a chance in for a part in that movie
To see my name on the screen
Is my fantasy dream

To help another is a simple goal
To be there for them when their whole world starts to crumble
And they find out nothing seems to last
They cry upon your shoulder
Not asking for advice
You cry along to for you feel their pain
It's not yours to bare
But just like that you do it any way.

You''ll fight for you family,and freedom
You grieve the loss of someone dear
The pain is quite extreme
You'll ask a million questions
Not always receiving an answer
Love will break your heart
Into a million pieces
But don't give up on that fairytail ending
Girl just open up your heart and believe.

I'm just a blue eyed blonde girl
With simple hopes and dreams
I drama queen and dancer who years for the stage
I have my own style but don't feel the need to starve myself
Before I smile for the camera



And this Juliet still hasn't found her Romeo
But she waits patiently on that beach
She has a sense of adventure
A wild and untamed heart
But she is loyal to the one

Hi, I am new to endless forest and I just want to describe a little about me.
I am nice, kind, and curious kind of deer. I would like to get to know the endless forest better and get to know other deer.

under cut, i'll think you will laugh i did

[=#357EC7]In a faraway world, there is a grand city. In that grand city, there is a series of rooms. Only two people, one a priest and one a doctor, have ever gone in and out of those rooms. The resident came in once, when he was an infant; the plan is, he will never leave.

His name is Taran. His veils are his sacred shields, covering him from head to foot. If anyone saw him, his guardians tell him, it would only bring misery. Even with the veils, only they are pure enough to look upon him. To step beyond the curtain guarding him from the world would only invite disaster. He knows this.

But here he is tonight, standing in a white room, silver in the moonlight. The torches are out, and the only windows, letting in streaks of moonlight, are on the other side of the curtain. In the darkness, only the little glowing beads on the edges of his robes provide him light.

On the curtain before him is the sacred crest of the grand city. On the other side is the world.

“Go,” he whispers to himself. “No force can stop you. Go.” He clutches the velvet curtain in both hands, willing it back with his shoulders and back, but finding his elbows, his weak hands, unable to finish the motion. He’s trembling. Strangely, he feels the azure eyes of the god of the city on him then, wide eyes, ashamed at what he was about to do, asking him if he was willing to risk all his happiness, all this peace, for those streets.

He wasn’t. He can’t. In the end, he’s just too frightened to be outside. The one little step just seems too long, and the thought of the noise of even a quiet city night makes him feel sick.
His veils rustle around him as his figure sinks into his robes and falls to his knees.

Test blog. Don't track/post please x)