*pops out it's head from the bushes of outside life*

"Oh my, such a long while and eternity,
For this fellow's absence in this place's amity~

Perhaps, an amend from this such year(s) of life~?
Yes, a similar ol' dear with an improvement's strife~
Is prepared for another friendship and interest-sharing might, indeed~"

*waves at everyone within it's return*

This entry will probably eventually become my OOC blog... thing. I just figured I might need to re-introduce myself for those who weren't here way back in the day.

I'm the one who posted this the other day, I'm just making this account my main one now.

Good morning people,

My anxiety is going through the roof right now sooo......

I'm just gonna make this blog here to ask if anyone would like to do a trade or just request in general? I don't want to be picky but I do not want to work from bios ( I would like to draw characters that have a picture etc) Please no humans or anything too hard, I really don't want to feel uncomfortable or awkward with my art.

1,Grim; Mortos boy
2,

Just going to start off with two slots! I don't want to be overwhelmed ( sorry if in the past I have ignored your char)

Does anyone know how to keep your pelts,masks and antlers saved after you log off? I am an adult deer and I do have an account, but when I click on the game and log in, it isn't there anymore.. Is there a save button? I keep researching but I can't find anything that helps... Anyone know how to keep your items after you log off/quit?

(Apologies never actually wrote a poem before)

We're stuck in the depths.
Taking our last breaths

We tried in doubt of fear.
However impaled just like a spear.

Wounded, we carried on.
Only fate to sweep us gone.

The warm blood escaped like a bundle of sweatshirts,
Was nothing but a meer haux from our diverts.

Laying down lifeless.
We accepted it's virus.

With your wings guilded in browns and greys you glided smoothly across the forest breeze. Light pains of the wind brushed against your feathers this bitter winter but, it came much to normal now. Your wings were numb. Couldn't feel one feather at this very point. Seeing the last few leaves of autumn fall past you were gentle, delicate, floating swiftly in a premade pattern below. A bronze leaf landed perfectly onto you making you loose balance once the pins and needles kicked in. The shuffled flight of the robin soon came crashing into the cold stone. Drowning. Cold. Completely alone waiting to be eaten by hungry predators. The same as a sinking feeling known all too well. It took you down with it.

(Updated March 27th 2019)