Jeremy paced in the garden,he was anxious because Sierra wasn't in her room,and she did not appear to be anywhere in the castle.Hoggle was passing by and Jeremy stopped him.


"Do you know where Lady Sierra is?" he questioned him.
The goblin's brow furrowed "No I haven't,has she gone missing "he inquired.
"It's possible ,she wasn't in her room and the other goblins told me she didn't sleep there last night."he said worried.

"You can't really hold a candle to their information"Hoggle mused."But they would never lie about Lady Sierra"he said truthfully.All the goblins were fond of her it was unlikely that they would lie about something as important as this.

Jeremy bit his lip"Where could she be"he said more so to himself.
Hoggle looked at this man wondering how he knew her,but put that aside.
"The Goblin King,must know about this,she could just be wandering around,or she could have been taken.Either way he will get her back" Hoggle reassured Jeremy


Jeremy eyes grew colder as he spoke ."That won't be necessary,it is I who shall find her"he said dertermined."Your king cares nothing for her,and has abandoned her.Tell your king that I will gladly relieve him of her,and that he should concern himself with other things.It is I who shall be there to take her hand and comfort her,with no interference from him"he snarled before leaving.

" OOhh boy Quite a trouble maker that one.The king is not going to take kindly to those words."
Hoggle raced to find the Goblin King to tell him about Sierra's disapperance,and also the bold words of the Prince of Dragons.

Meanwhile in the meadow not very far from the castle Sierra lay sleeping against her horse Little Prince.The suns rays soon woke her from her slumber.Yawning she stood up and went to the nearby pond to wash her face.Before she could reach the water she slipped on some the surrounding rocks.


She yelped as her left foot got caught in between two rocks.As she fell her trapped foot twisted.A snap wa

1) YOU ARE WORTH IT/ YOUR ALL AMZING PEOPLE WHO EVER YOUR ARE!!

2) YOU ARE NOT ALONE

3) YOU CAN KEEP GOING

4) You are one in a million which makes you extra special.

5) You are all talented even if you dont see it in yourselves. The work produced on this site is insperational. even if it does not have many comments.

6) There are hard times and happy times in life, this is how you know your alive. Somedays are harder than others, so just stand tall and face them, the better days are just round the corner.

7) Put the pain to the back of your mind remember all the happy times when the air was filled with laughter. they DID happen and still will even if it's differnert people, they will happen again.

Do you think those gone ahead of us want to know they are making us mope. Nope! They want us to enjoy what we have and share it with others.

9) Throwing in the towel and letting the darkness wins easy/selfish, but think of those around you. Lifes an uphill battle somepeople dont even see the first part of it so dont waste it' get out there and open your eyes to the wonders around you. Even a trip on a bus can do it.

10) You are all my friends no matter what and I will always have a place in my mind /heart for you all.

11) If your being ignored by those around you dont jump the gun and blame that someone, stand back dont attack and try to find out whats wrong.

12 People wear peoblems like cloths some on the outside to be see, some on the inside hidden from view. never judge untill u know the facts.

13) Manners cost nout , but the rewards can be great

14) Dont expect people to tell u everything, dont bug them for it eaither, time the greatist healer

15) Dont winge about things you have not got, theres people round the corner who have only the cloth they lay in.

I have been spending my time as a crow these past days.

There is limited emotes and actions for all the smaller animals.

I have enjoyed myself nonetheless.

All you deer have been so wonderful to me, paying attention to what subtle movements I have at my disposal to communicate and play.

I apologize to those who run.

I wish there were more deer who would invite me to fly above their antlers so we could tear through the forest.

I love the deer who have danced with me, and those who have learned how to talk with me.

I like to circle all of your long long legs and rest my beak on your shoulder while you sleep.

If you feel like I am following you everywhere you go, its because you have a carrion pelt.

But those skull faced-carrion deer who I have followed have let me rest beside them. I promise, I only pick the bad flesh and maggots. I wont hurt you.

Also I love the other crows, maybe someday we can have a congress of crows.

But my most favorite thing is the fawns who stand beside me and yell at their parents, because they don't want to go, but want to stay and play with the big black bird.

Heres to open minds and creative games.

Thankyou forest.

I love to be part of you.

-Toya (crooked arrow) Crow

Ventwriting response from Quad Wolf about my recent blog.

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Those great paws were wrapped around me, the claws on the ends digging just slightly into my back. He pressed my face into his white chest, I could feel his breath on my back. I had the realization that as a wolf, he was not the same, and could easily bite into my neck or shoulder if he wanted to.

"Quad, I don't want to do this right now...", I tried to tell him.

"Hush.", he replied. "Just listen to the silence."

I tried. I really did, but my mind began to wander. I didn't speak, but he seemed to hear my thoughts.

"I said hush!", he barked.

I cringed, his claws dug in a little deeper.

Silence. Warmth.

"Now...", he began, "I want you to listen. Your head has been filled with a lot of negativity. What happened to everything you've learned? What happened to the progress you made? You're better than this, Chris."

"I...", I tried to answer, but he stopped me.

"No, don't respond. You don't have an answer. You're just asking for attention again.", he said.

"No, Quad! I'm not, I really need...", I tried to say.

"Help? No, you don't need help, you need your ass kicked!", Quad barked. He dug in a third time, this time he lightly gripped my neck in his mouth. I could feel his fangs as he just barely bit.

"You want to know what things would be like if you weren't alive?", he asked. I couldn't answer, I was too afraid of what was going on. "Think of everyone that loves you, Chris! Think about them! You're so selfish!"

His fangs grasped my neck, he put more pressure on it. I grimaced, in more pain than ever. "Common sense, Chris! Common sense!", he roared.

"I got it, alright? I got it!", I cried.

He released his grip, his mouth let go of my neck. He let me rest.

"Don't forget it, Chris!

First of all, I've seen people's bios all different colors and everything. I think this is what they call "css coding" or whatever. What is Css? How do I do it?

Also, how do you make your words different colors? How do you make your words green and when you click them they lead you somewhere? Thanks.

Since there are come better artists out there, I want someone to make a picture of Peirce. I can already draw him, but... my drawings of him are horrible. And it appears that I need to have a drawing of Peirce for his bio. So can someone help me here?

If you want to know what he looks like read his bio.

They just want to laugh and cry
In endless time
Children we do bless
And prepare them for a world in which to save


Some however disappear
on streats
Never seen again
Or perhaps they are in live in fear
Always in disguise
Those streets regardless become silent murderous graves.

There seems to be no key
To unlock the mystery of missing children
A thousands screams of mothers we shall hear
Tears will flow like water from the Nile

Days count against the family
It chips against there hope unmercifully
It silenced the justice that needs to be given

The innocence of a life shortened
By a dead end
If no evidence is found the family never gives up hope
That one day there child will be found
Alll they wish at this young age
It to be happy and shed a tear when they fall

But why is it that some seem to fall off the surface of the earth
And yet we dismiss the fact they are missing
And give up while the family is left to heal this wound
Missing children so innocent as they played
Missing children whose mothers weep every day
Missing children you are not forgotten.