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You are like a fragrant flower of silence and tenderness, giving the immensity of your captivating beauty, falling in love with your serene look, feel in every pore of your soft skin the warmth of love

I believe very strongly that when it comes to desire, when it comes to attraction, that things are never black and white, things are very much shades of grey.
Brian Molko

We like to think that the world is black and white. That everything is defined and boxed in by a set rules or better yet a ruler who makes all the decisions for us and therefore relieves us of any responsibility or accountability. The world is grey just like the grey fog we played in these past couple of weeks. There is a change that occurs in us when we put ourselves into the grey whether in this world or the game world. The hidden social rules seem less important and new alliances are formed and then new ways of doing things. It breaks our habitual patterns of thought and makes us less certain of the rules we conduct ourselves by. Even the zombie deer puts us in the grey. Recenters us so we can choose anew which way we wish to go in our personal moral codes. Despite anyone's best effort the world and our own moral codes travel with us into the fog. Early on when one reads the forums the hints abound about the fog and the zombie deer with its special gifts. We notice certain deer have pelts and antlers and skulls that we just cannot seem to get. It sets up an expectation of something special for those chosen few who have the knowledge. Is it really knowledge, or a gift? Or is it another way we trap ourself into a patttern of thinking or rules that binds us rather than frees us. The fact is you do it to yourself. You cast the spell that changes you into the zombie and since the event occurs only occasionally, instead of just playing you begin to think of the ways and means of keeping your zombie persona which of course is just like everyone else's zombie persona. It becomes precious to you much like the ring was precious to the Golem in Lord of the Rings by Tolkien. It owns you.

Name: Skittywolf
Gender: Female
Mask: Wolf Skull
Antlers: Original
Pelt: White with gray stripes
Diet: Small rodents, and sometimes other deer
Personality: A bit Sick-Minded, Depressing, Crazy, and rarely Nice
Childhood: Was abandoned as a fawn, not much else to say
Activities: Hunting with wolves, Carving pictures on trees with antlers
Appearance: A skinny doe with long legs, and shaggy fur