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Aeros awoke in a field and knew something had changed. There were no such places like these in the Forest – the canopy blocked the sun’s rays there, dappling the ground in light. Here, the glow was only offset by the clouds – there were no trees as far as he could see. Hills rolled gently upwards around him, and small piles of rocks dotted the landscape. The large stag lifted his head – something which further startled him, as in the Forest, his massive antlers often forced him to keep his neck low. A gentle breeze ruffled through his fur, and he looked around the landscape slowly, wondering what on earth he was witnessing.



It was then that he caught site of two bodies making their way down one of the gentle slopes. They were much larger than he, but still, the grass almost reached their ankles, swaying rhythmically. He recognized them immediately. Ah. So, this is the place they call home. Perhaps. With only minor difficulty, Aeros hoisted himself to his feet and carefully made his way towards the pair of deer. Their faces were almost expressionless, with calm eyes and the slightest of smiles. The old stag bowed his head automatically upon reaching them. “What is this place?”

Our home. In reality, so much more, but it is where we reside. The female, her coat a mix of scarlet and cherry, lifted her head slightly to feel the breeze as it once again passed through. How do you feel?


He paused, looking down at the ground, realizing the gravity of the change. “I…I suppose I feel…younger. My bones don’t ache. I’ve plenty of energy. Is this-?“
[i]This is no dream, nor is it real.

Name: Jerliste (jer-lie-ist)
Nicknames: Jerli, Jer
Gender: Stag.
Pictogram: image

Personality: He's rather subdued at first encounter, aloof, and doesn't stay with groups for long unless he recognizes somedeer. When he first meets people, he's be insanely polite with his bowing, and will continue being stiff and proper until he loosens up a bit. He's a nervous chatterbox, but once other deer get to know him, he's a stag of few words, but he has no lack of body language. Once he's made a friend, you will see him laughing often, bouncing around, and often doing both in circles for no good reason at all.

Mate: None.

Sleeping Spot: The mushroom circle on the hill near the ruins.

Bio: Kind of a modern forest spirit. Jerli wears glasses and often nabs human-like accessories to adorn himself.

Usual Look: Always the same mask and horns, but various pelts.

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--Latest Copo news!: SOMEONE GOT A NEW PICTO! Haha! I found one simple! clik

Sometimes, I'll have a fragment of a diary for Seed, not long or involved enough to really qualify for their own blog, but still a good snapshot of Seed's mind. I used to always delete them, basically. So, rather than give each their own blogs, or delete them, I'm going to put them all in one place. Big entries will still be on their own, though. I'm not sure what makes one one or the other the other, but I'll do whatever amuses me. I may create versions of these for other deer of mine.

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[=#006400] I practiced some ninjitsu with Kinsha today; I am not a good ninja, though -- my antlers are too big to hide efficiently. I suppose that's why he wears the sleeker butterfly set. Even though my antlers weren't prepared, birds kept swarming on the tops of my antlers, giving my location in the rocks away.
I had a better time when I came back and found Quad and Kinsha among the blueberries. We danced and chatted and sat a while -- I'm not really sure anymore what on earth we were talking about; I think the blueberries had something to do with how the conversation whirled and whizzed and banged, exploding like tiny fireworks above our heads. I was a much better ninja among the blueberries, the green of my pelt and the leaves sliding together, the texture of scales lost among the texture of glossy leaves, the purple flowers not alarming among the blue, bulbous clusters of berries. Saosin came and joined in, too, as we sat.
I may have gotten a little tipsy -- the fermented ones are mixed in with the sweet ones, so their flavors become indistingushable, bitter and sweet, like honey wine...Like the dreams we feed to gods, in their halls that exist in the aether, that thing that once filled the heavens and gave it full of space and breath... Heh. Yes, I'm most definately a little tipsy.

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The next day comes and goes slowly for you. You are eager to find out what your deer has planned for your next trip to their world.

You finally finish up your daily routines and lay back into your favorite chair. You close your eyes and hear the wind outside blow upon your house. When you open your eyes, you are sitting on a park bench.

You look around, finding yourself somewhere you never expected to be. You are at a man-made park, that overlooks a great ocean. You approach the water, hearing it lap up onto the concrete that separates the water from the land. You look off into the distance and see a great city, one you have never seen before. Skyscrapers climb and reach the clouds, and you can faintly hear the hustle and bustle of the city. You notice that no other humans are around you, yet you hear the sounds of squirrels and birds coming from the nearby park.

You then spot your deer, who is approaching from within the park. They greet you and look off at the city in the distance. "So, what do you think?", they ask.

"Well, I'm not familiar with this place, but it looks nice, I suppose.", you reply. The deer looks to you. "Nice? You do understand that none of this is natural, right?", they ask. "Well, yeah, but...", you begin to say, but looking back at the city, it does seem to sink in.

"Do you know what was there before the humans came and paved over it?", your deer asks. You shake your head. The stag looks back to the city, "There was a great place that once was there - a great marshland, and it was home to an old tribe of deer who protected the land and cleansed both the water and the air.", they say.

You don't know how to reply, so your deer keeps speaking, "Since then, the tribe vanished, and this happened. What once was a place of restoration has become a place of pollution.

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Ok so I have slugg's spell saver v1.8 However it doesnt wanna let me save my spell data. I click on "save spell data", the little option thingy comes up but when I try to click ok nothing happens. Do you think its because I have a windows Vista? Does anyone have any thoughts on how to fix it?

Hey everyone! I'm still alive!
...and my modem is being moody.
It's chip needs fixed/replced and we're fixing it soon, so I'll be on waaaaay longer. ^^
I've learned somethin' since being ....
Swifttail: Solitary?
Duskfyre: Lonesome?
Me:.....ahem. Isolated from the community because of this......
Swifttail:Error?
Duskfyre: Problem?
Me:THAT'S ENOUGH FROM YOU TWO. Be quiet plz. ..problem. I've learned that I miss the sociality. So soon you'll be hearing from me that I'm connected again soon.
And yes, MidnightShadows, I'd love it if you'd help me get my set. ^^ And I'll say on this if I got it fixed. Which deer of yours will help? I need to know what picto to look for.^^

And he meet a lot of deers and fawns, and had a good time running like a maniac thorough the forest :'D
Here's some screenshots.

At first, Ruscion meet two fawns, and they ended up playing around n__n

Changing pelt was very exciting, and of course Ruscion had to show off himself :'D

And then it was time to pray n__n

And they got this reward; a white, beautiful pelt.

Dancing session :'D

Then Ruscion got some fancy antlers, and of course he had to show off himself.. again :'D

so uhm, yeah I can't keep up with this place ;-;

I might, like come chill with you like without logging in, but, yeah ;-;