relate to your deer ? Personallity and talking wise, maybe some appearance traits? Meaning of your name? (things like that.) ^^ Id like to learn more about other people and how they relate to their characters , and i taught this would be a good way.

know who's new and who isnt? One fawn was really nice to me , but another kept on tauntingat me when i bowed and lowered its head . Im kind of confused since i taught fawns are new players? (I was in fawn mode, myself.) Im just confused is all. =)

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[=9]Thought I'd start a Bio for Adalia.
I'll make it a lot prettier and more detailed in the near-future <3



Adalia posts in #F72606

[=#F72606]Name:
Adalia
Pictogram:
.:x:.
Age:
n/a
Gender:
Doe

Personality:
Adalia is very shy, as she is always afraid that other deer will not like her, and that she will be misunderstood. She is a mute deer, and can not moo. She lost her voice a long time ago, and is searching for it relentlessly. What she lacks in voice, she gains in kindness and a golden heart, and is always friendly toward others. For some reason, ever since she lost her voice, she tires easily and often has to take a rest after running or playing. Adalia is an avid daydreamer, and often gets lost in her daydreams.

Loves:
- Poppies
- Drawing
- Sleeping
- Dancing
- Solitude
- The sounds of the forest
- Daydreaming
- Rain, snow, sun, fog--every kind of weather!

Dislikes:
- Fighting
- Loud noises
- Being misunderstood

Can be found at/near:
The Poppy Fields
The Oak Tree
Underneath various Willows near the Pond.

Though these are the places she orients usually, she can be seen almost anywhere, but usually out-skirting areas and groups of deer if she is not in her areas.
She is deathly afraid of the Ruins, but is also innately curious of them.

After the rage, the indignance, the fear died out, Charlie was left with barefaced melancholy. The crew had never seen her thus. Her heart had not only been broken apart- it had smashed asunder. Some of the more bitter men agreed that this too would pass, and the wench that had been stolen aboard would be gone within a day. Stevens knew better though, and he was almost as pale as she was.
There were a few normal tells, that were missing, you see, that would mark this as a large, but petty spat. For one, Charlie usually paced and muttered, or did something physical to burn off the fire in her heart like tow the sails or jump to the capstan. Instead she manned the helm with a death grip from the moment they left port, only taking a short break to deal with the girl below deck and to sleep, quite alone, in her cabin. Second, she had for the first time in perhaps eight years of captaincy, Charlie had barked an actual order. Crew members were told to mind their own business, to cease chatting whilst working, to put their backs into the ropes. There was no singing to help aid the work. Her usual protocol when upset was to turn to her crew for advice, for solace, for an ear to belly ache to. She was the whiniest, most amusingly exuberant sailor they had ever encountered. Yet there was only a cold, dark tone to her very words. Surname basis, formal language as far as she could manage, and absolute silence besides. Even the wench came up upon the deck to try and comfort her- even she looked surprised to find she was shrugged off and turned away. For Charlie, there was only the helm, and the sheets of rain that she manned it through.
Rumours were wild.
General blame rested upon Bones’ shoulders- for surely, she must have done or said something to break Charlie so. Surely only the Scarlet Coat could have done this- perhaps she had turned upon them. Perhaps Charlie had killed her.

Under construction

*glares+pokes*

Okay, so I found this game/screen saver today and I fell in love... today I've been running around with my fawn, and I really find this game relaxing... it's lovely to not being able to talk, and the graphic makes you so happy!

It seemed as though my life were normal for a girl of sixteen. School was steady and the ballet dancing was a joy to endure. It was not until that night on June 2,2009 that my life had changed for ever. Mom and I had just moved into a house by the sea. So naturally we were going through the chaos of finding and organizing our stuff between bites of pizza.Even our tabby cat Zozen seemed to enjoy the house. While organizing cds the phone rang, naturally I thought it was my grandmother checking up on us.However I sensed a change in the atmosphere and one look at my mother I knew some thing was terribly wrong.I asked whats wrong but she would not respond. I stood by her side loyaly
not knowing what was going on. It was not until I heard her say they did not take him out, that I knew something terrible had happened.After she hung up the phone she said " Marrissa your brothers dead he was in a car acci........" that was all she could manage to say before we both burst out crying. Neither one of us slept that and the next few days are to painful to talk about. It was a harsh reallity to realize my brother was gone and not at all pleasant to dwell on.

Chapter1
A Beginning with bittersweet memories


August 29,2009


My alarm clock screeched 5:30 as I rolled sluggishly to shut it off."Dabburnet" I mumbled as I hoisted myself out of the comfort of the blankets.Looking out the window the sun was still hiding behind the clouds.I yawned absent mindedly as I went to the bathroom to turn on the water for the shower.I took my shower slowly as if somehow trying to slow down time. After all the first day was today. After I dressed in capris and a T-shirt I stumbled out onto the deck to view the oceon.My brother had once said that the oceon is the earth's heatbeat. This memory put a smile on my face but was short lived. Smiles never really stayed on my face these days.