Whoooooo Bon Jovie,Richie,Tico,David and the rest of the band gave one heck of a peformance. As they always do. I swear they look better and perform better each time. They certainly wore this chick out juping to their tunes last night. ( Im beet) I was in the 8 th line which was like 5th next to the circle I got to see Jon an Richie up close

The blue deer stretched himself, marks of gold dancing over his sapphire pelt.
His ears fanned out to the sides, listening.

It was quiet.

Not silent...

but too quiet.

He had been resting for some time watching them. More specifically he was watching them jumping all around his friends attempting to get attention. It was so bothersome this show of theirs.
A bit pathetic too.

Well...TFO and I were having a fun time in TEF, with her being crazy spastic over me...and then THIS occurred (I got permission from her to upload this, fyi):

As a key:
CaptainRainbow = TFO
Dark Sonic, etc. = Me

~~~~~

CaptainRainbow: i cant stop...
CaptainRainbow: laughing..
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: Pfft.
CaptainRainbow: i love confusing you
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: i dun like being circled either....>.>;;
CaptainRainbow: lemme catych my breaht..
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: pfft
CaptainRainbow: i cant breath seriously...
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: Well Jesus
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: Chill yourself
CaptainRainbow: xDD
CaptainRainbow: i cant help myself. it's so fun tormenting your deer
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: You mean tormenting MYSELF.
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: >.>
CaptainRainbow: xD
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: Since that's ME right there.
CaptainRainbow: i think that bleach affected me too..
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: O_O
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: Oh Jesus.
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: I'm quoting that, and putting it in a blog
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: xD
CaptainRainbow: what?
CaptainRainbow: quoting what?
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: That quote about the bleach
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: It's going on TEF
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: As revenge for the canary bit that hasn't been posted yet
Dark Sonic ~ It's a Filthy, Hot Mess ~ <3: ;D

The canary bit was a conversation we had the night before while I was wearing the Golden Butterfly Pelt, Magpie Antlers, and Skull Mask.

You guys know the drill.

You guys know the deer:

Myu.

{Bio}

Mie.

{Bio}

Nechtan.

{Bio}

Tobari.

{Bio}

You know anything is fine.

Game.

Set.

Match.

..iTunes likes to freeze my comp...isn't that lovely.

I think my poor old computer is forever crippled and will never run the Forest again properly XD *pets it*

...and I think Atiq waking up to two jumbo zombie deer dancing in his face was probably the scariest thing in his life.


...Darcy was a nice surprise though.


I should learn that AFKing to go get ice cream while the forest is up is sometimes not the best idea >.>



/random

2nd gen picto users: Your pictogram still do not show up properly in your profile.

To them and everyone in general:
Please link to your deer's pictogram in their biography

Otherwise it gets really hard to figure out whose deer is who.
Especially if multiple pictos are owned by one person and one is used that is *not* the one on the player profile.


Since sets are shared by multiple deer it's hard for me to tell if the deer running up is a friendly or a villain if I don't know whose pictogram it is.

I also don't wish to attack a deer on accident because I think they're a character who they're not.

I just had a deer wearing the set of an 'evil' character and had no idea if they actually were that character or not because the player did not put the pictogram on the biography.

So..Yep.

-pokes fingers together-
That's it.

hi...
do you hope too? (:
i hope all the time...



Wanderers Silent Dream

Yeah, that crazy, psychotic, murderous bitch who kills everything in sight and eats her own spawn. This one.

Well, she's sitting in the forest right now, guaranteed not to jump up and skewer anyone. If you want to have someone nice to sit by, why not come and have a rest? Fawns and newcomers welcome. 8D Also, if your deer is similar in cannibalistic, homicidal tendencies and you join us, you win a good feeling inside.

At the Oak, btw.

((Mostly for the attention of Celticmystress- it's just a bit of a play around with her time-defying Lady Bones thing. Warning for swearing, mentions of sex and sexuality, nothing graphic- only posting it here because I'm having issues emailing it to her privately.

You really don't have to read it, if you don't want. Really...

...


You're still reading. You sure you wanna do this?

...

Alright. Your funeral...))

Charlie yelped as sound flooded her ears unbidden once more. Passers by glanced at her strangely as she stood, fumbling with the small device in her hands. The wind coming off the Hudson and coiling through the long boulevards of the city was crisp and chilly, and while others winced at the whip across their faces, Charlie remained unfussed as she dragged her index finger clumsily across the touch screen to furiously turn the volume down as she had been taught this morning. At least the noise assaulting her eardrums was pleasant, and comforting- The Irish Rovers, Bones had called it. It was all she could do to not burst into song along with the illusion of music, but at least she could step in time as she strolled around.
The culture shock was starting to wear off- replaced by unabashed, naked awe. She was just another tourist stumbling through the Giant Apple or whatever they called it. New York.
“Definately betteh than th’ owld one.” Charlie mumbled to herself.
As she turned to look up at the tall buildings surrounding her, she bumped sideways into a haughty woman coated in what the lost sailor would one day come to know as Gucci. There was no excuse- the cougar was dressed in every manifestation the brand came in. Despite her stylish attire, her voice raked at her above the loud chorus of Sloop John B.
“Ey-ey! I’m walkin’ ‘ere!