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- Thursday & Aleit Roleplay Blog -

A roleplay blog between Thursday and Aleit.
Please do not join in our roleplay with your deer.
Feel free to Join us c:
Thank you C:

Anyone want to teach my fawn to.....

Fight?
I really want my deer to learn the at of play-fighting. Is there anydeer who wants to teach Priya how to defend herself and playfight and have a bit of fun doing it?
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For you, CSS seekers!

A CSS sample for yooz xD

Feel free to use the coding and just change the color/background image to whatver you want.
(Credit would be nice thx)
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Mask?

Im just Wondering if anyone can help me with getting The dead/skull mask by MSN, or something, for my deer Sol.

I'ts ok if you cant, tough. :3
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[Gustiro RolePlay] [The freak-out: Open to all.]


"Give her back! Give her back!!!"

Over and over the bellow was deafening and full of rage. Loud snapping and cracking as hoof stamped and kicked at anything within rang. Trees, logs, stones. Large bowl like antlers swiping at low branches and leaves. The crazed stag even slammed his heavy bulk into a young, small tree repeatedly until it toppled to it’s side. He was throwing one mighty tantrum leaving the small area he decided to throw it in torn. A large circle of kicked up grass and plants was nothing but a sandpit now. Broken tree branches and tattered leaves were scattered about.

"Give her back!"

The red bull himself was rather ragged looking himself. The first and foremost that probably was noticeable was the lack of the skull he usually wore over his face. His dark eyes were wide with a mix of anger and panic. His red fur was shaggy, ruffled. Small cuts and scratches littered his body from his crazed running about. To put it mildly Gustiro was not happy.

"I'll fight! I'll fight!!!"

His cries seemed only to get louder and more demanding. His sides heaving with his fruitless demands.

To Waarhijd























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Thanks.















And, yes, I understand.





















It should have never happened































I don't love you.





























I DON'T LOVE YOU
























So please.. let me get on with my life...


































and don't come back.

































I


























...


























I'm sorry...





























more than you can imagine...





































for everything.
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New Semester Fall 2010

Hey gang,

The new semester started, and that means I won't be on here as much. As some of you may know, I'm a graduate Master's student (Human Factors/Applied Cognitive Psychology). This entails being held to standards that exceed those when one is getting his or her Bachelor's degree. It can get especially hectic when project deadlines come up because my advisor likes to pile on extra work or change her mind about something at the last minute. XD

Anyway, here are the places where I may post stuff other than here:

The Life and Times of an Old Stag (my stag's diary)
Redkora's Deer Art Thread (skip to the last few pages--the first couple are crap)
My Vinovas Portfolio

See you in the Forest!

Omnius's Bio (I felt like writing it as a poem...)

Once upon a time, in a land far away,
no one knows when, no one can say,
there was a great City, one so old,
full of knowledge, fame and gold.

Around the city, was a Forest very tall,
you couldn't see it's edge from the City's wall.
Stories were told and myths galore,
for an Endless Forest full of lore.

At the forest's edge there was a house,
too poor even for a hungry mouse.
A Family lived there, along with Nature,
living life as one big adventure.

One day, the tax collector came,
cruel, evil and a bit insane.
It was a day the Forest would not forget,
because a man's demands were not simply met.

The Family, all too poor,
could not pay taxes anymore,
their faces were all too sad,
but that only made the collector mad.

In chains the Family was bound,
their little house burned to the ground,
only their little Child was left,
who barely escaped his freedom's theft.

The Child wandered for days and nights,
guided only by the night sky's lights,
until exhaustion took it's toll,
but he was safe, far from the City's wall.

Having lived a life next to mother Nature,
he did not fear, despite his small stature.
As all turned blurry, he whispered wis wish,
to become one with Her, away from the Rich.

When the Child came to it's senses,
it felt a change into it's essence.
As a deer it rose, attuned to All,
with a symbol on it's head, as bright as it was tall.

Seeing All, Hearing All, Feeling All,
even Smelling and Tasting All,
it made it's new path clear.
It was to live, a new free life here.
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Voices.

VOICES VOICES VOICES VOICES VOICES

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