[center]Child:
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Adult:


Health: IIIIIIIIII 100%
Intelligence: IIIIIIIIII Excellent
Speed: IIIIIIIIII Average
Stamina: IIIIIIIIII Okay
Strength: IIIIIIIIII [=mediumorchid] Low

Gender: Female

Age: Young Adult - Human equivalent: 20 yrs

Born: 9/6/10 - 8:00 pm

Eyes: Deep Turquoise

Mate: None

Parents: None

Appearance:
Her fur has darkened with maturity and Vienta is now very dark brown, with cream underbelly and some remaining spots still cling to her fur on her back and muzzle. Her antlers, now having fully grown in, are long and very sharp. Although she is a doe, females in her species evolved to grow antlers, (purely for defense... most of the time.) She is not as tall as most, and has a short, almost stocky build.

Personality:
Vienta is fun loving and is always looking for others to play or spar with. She will become very close to those who become her friends. Vienta will protect these companions with her life. She is not angry often, but will fight with all she's got when provoked, even though she isn't the strongest or fastest deer around. (As a child, Vienta is very creative, and will sometimes take time alone to imagine interesting creatures that live beyond the forest. She also loves to play pretend with good friends, or whoever she comes across, and one of her favorite games is sneaking up on other deer and casting spells, even though she isn't very good at it yet. Vienta also enjoys swimming in the pond, even into her adult years.) Throughout her life Vienta is outgoing enough to start a conversation with any stranger and attempt to become friends.

To click or not to click?

Not as image heavy as last time, but heavy enough.

Smacking myself again for letting screenshots build up for so long.
Even though these are from not even a week's worth of time, there's a lot of them. I plan to start cropping screenshots for another post after this one, too.

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Sometimes there is no one here at all, and I sit in the darkness of the fog. The land has changed; it's foggy and cold, black where I touch it... and luminously grey in all other distances. I write fragments of poems to pass the time, and doodle familliar pictograms in the dust.
It's interesting; even if I don't see someone often, the fact that I could, if luck favors me, gives me a strength of heart; they feel close. Now, I worry about the people I cannot see, about Scape and Dag and Nevilly, so close and so far away.

I slept and had a dream.
And in this vision, I was walking in yet another foreign world, not the forest, but a garden. Sweet roses grew all along the garden's walls, trying to escape and fly over the fence, out into the world I know far better. And there I came upon a painting that showed looming dangers; there was violence, a red stag with grand antlers, but inside very small and frightened, with eyes too withered to see; and there was Greed of the heart, a skinny doe who tried to hold all close and let all seep away. And there was Lust -- not the deer, Lust, but the dream, Lust -- who looked to me so alien I could not know her nature. I thought she had a gleam in her eye I misliked.
I turned my head and saw my host there. My host was a beautiful creature, not wholly deer; far more delicate of limb and soft of eye, with long lashes and a sweet smile. She had with her her handmaidens, Despair and Joy, who walked in her shadow, and could do good or evil. But she herself was benevolence itself; she herself was only Love.
"Come and walk with me, sweet disciple," she said. I have never refused her, and so took to walk the garden beside her. We walked down the path and saw all manner of pretty flowers. Until at last we came upon a white rose, lovelier to me than all flowers in the garden. It was a joyous rose, but it trembled shyly in the wind, and the stem turned towards me before darting away.

Back on the live server! Woot!

Today the forest was pretty crowded. A lot of adults hanging out in a fairly large group (at least larger than what I've seen thus far).



The Red and Brown skull-faced stags behind Ohn are fighting (or play fighting...but there was no laughing, so I'm going with a real fight). Ohn, being something of a "Tween" at this point (should become a young stag in a day or two), wanted to join in. Of course, he didn't because they're much larger and scarier than he is, but he did emulate from the sidelines for awhile before deciding to try something his own size. The two other fawns in the area were peacefully enjoying each others company when Ohn decided to try to pick a fight with them. He didn't completely succeed. They kind've reared at each other for a minute or two....and then broke into dance. ....it's too hard to be a mean fawn. ^^

...and 2 hours.

Pfft. 8D

A screenshot I need it for her rut page please