It's 5 minutes before I leave for classes today and I've hit a wall in my writing. I have 3-5 stories I could potentially start on when I get home but I'm unsure as to what to start and figured I'd see what the community had preference for:


I. A diary of Furfur and his love life situation
II. Bring Finata in and do a diary
III. Finish part 1 of Almos' background story
IV: Finn's hunt for one of Queze's feathers
V. A different Dhina observation story
VI. Start Rhys' "stories from the ringleader" series.

Also I suppose you could choose:

None of the above try your hand at bad poetry again
Make my deer a plushie
or
Write about my character.

/is up for just about anything.

Anyway I'll check this back around 4 pm EST latest.
Excuse spelling mistakes i'm in a rush.

I was listening to some music today and had the most awesome little animated 'adventure' play out in my head, urging me to do something creative. So I've started animating a TEF Deer.

Updated as I go:



(If you can't see the image above, you may have Flash/SWF files blocked.)

Current progress: Done; Cleaned up the picto, removed the filter (which was CPU-intensive). The file is now very optimised, small, and fast.

Edit: Old versions--
Moss & dust effects added
Painting, decorating...
Shading, more leg tweaks
Feet/legs fixed
First draft

After that... I don't suppose anyone would want a custom one for themselves? I'm not promising anything, but it's very much a possibility at this point, assuming I can remain bothered to do them, lol. I'm terribad with commitments. xD

Oh! As for that big adventure I imagined, maybe I'll find a way to do that too. It'd be a pretty huge project though. In fact the only reason I started doing this in Flash is because I wanted a basic skeleton to draw over- the animation I eventually want to create will be fully hand-drawn, probably greyscale like those funny little stickmen animations you see around the 'net.

Rambling...

Thoughts?

After a few crazy months, we're back on track for the Ballet... but there's a new and exciting twist.

It's going to be...

What is this... tugging? Pulling? Demanding of my presence?
Y-You have done the unspeakable...
Your presence, the sight of you, everything about you, cursed and broken.
M-My, god.
Fear is stabbed back into my soul, into every opaque thread that binds my spirit here. The veil of mouning is my body. And h-here it is, you wear me.
The ever coldness of my un-moving bones, my shallow grave washed away and the poppies mourn no more for I am not there. A demon has plucked my remains up from the ground and is wearing them now.
Oh t-the torture of the remorse that has not abandoned y-you... the remorse which possess you. And I, your posession...Obsession.
N-no...N-no, you can not let me be. You can not let me rest.

W-What is this?
These strings that bind me to you?
...The control.
Of that which I am denied.
What is it now that I can d-do against you my Dark demon?
W-What is it now, that you do not have power over me?

P-Please...
Is, there no escape....?

I have touched nothing, and you have harnessed that which I could not. M-My body. Something dear to me, that belonged to me! .... I-I.... Am I merely something of yours?....

That pain which you have caused me in life has risen again in death.
I-I can not escape your p-pain...
A hoof upon my broken body, a gaze upon my delicate form...
A wanting that drives you to do this... again...
Send me not away.
Y-Your hate, my fear-- it r-returns..

It returns.

Before you read you should read my first one called .:Skittywolf:.

I continue to lay over my dead parents crying. The stag walks over to me, I glare at him. "Why didn't you save them?!" I screamed. "There wasn't enough time." He answered. "Yes there was." I said looking away. "There was too much time." He looked over his shoulder at another stag. "We have to go." He said as if nothing was wrong. I got up slowly, looking at the ground. He walked over to the other stag slowly as I followed. I didn't want to know him as "The stag" so I asked him. "What's your name?" He looked up in the trees. "Stonefeather." He finally answered. We walked slowly until we met with the other deer. Then he stopped. "What's your name?" He asked as if we were becoming friends. I looked down. "Skittywolf." I answered. He smiled "I will call you Skitty." He said happily. "I guess I'll call you stone." I said pouting a little. I heard something behind me and, looked back to see wolves eating my parents bodies. "No!" I screamed stopping in dead place. Stone looked at me with worry. "Don't blame them, they are starving to death." He said trying to make a point. I glared at him. The stag next to Stone ran off seeing the wolves. Stone looked at him with disappointment, then walked to me. "Come on." he said, sadly. "Don't baby me cuz I'm not one." I said staring at the ground. "Well your sure acting like one." He giggled to himself. Anger rose up inside me. "YOU WOULD ACT LIKE ONE TOO IF YOUR PARENTS DIED!" I screamed as loud as I could. I ran off into the forest not caring where I was going or knowing. Thorn bushes scraped my skin and, I started to bleed. I ran faster and, soon crashed into a large tree branch near the ground. everything went black as I heard the sound of wolves snarling.

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((With this letter I include a match. Strike it if you will, and do with it what you choose. Give light to the words and read on, and if at the end you feel any dissatisfaction I hope that the least I can provide is the delight in incineration...))

No one turns an eye to the wandering fool.
Civility, grudgingly unbound, is met with impatient glances and hurried departures of the rudest sort, even when performed against one so deserving of it- but it cannot be met with bitterness.
All bridges have been burned, yet the flaming match was unknowingly dropped. The consequence of playing so ignorantly with the fire of love in the hearts of past familiars. Mistakes are made, accidents befall us all -the best, and the worst of us, the worst of which I am more familiar to be sure.
And in the cruelest turn of events a butterfly’s admiration, even of the weakest, flimsiest sort, is lost forever as it flitters away on charred and disfigured wings. No doubt the poor creature would soon meet his end, but there are other such lovely figures to admire, after all. What is the loss to the world? He is forgotten.

The losses have been great. Scarcely a day passes that unimaginable sorrow does not grip in so tight a hold that a bitter son does not consider a grieved mother’s…unimaginably reprehensible demise with, I dare say, admiration and newfound understanding. Perhaps all that keeps him from an early bed with earth-dwelling creatures is the spite designed into determination that has always driven him so strongly onward. An admirable quality, perhaps…once. But what is his return now? A come back so heartily unwelcome? Surely not so admirable at all in the eyes of so many wronged.

Incase anyone has a minute to spare in the forest, I would really love it if someone could spellspam me with pelts! I wan't the butterfly one. I'm sleeping by the pond, and there are a few deer there so just look for my picto (in my picture).

Eeeh! I'm so excited being in the forest again! <3
But that aside, I saw something cool today. I was hanging around the waterhole, there was one more deer with me there, but (here's the cool part) he had a mask and antlers on! And after a few minutes of staring at him in shock i went to lay down, but then he did a wierd thing on his way out from the shroom circle. He backed all the way out thru the big "yellow"/beige tree, and the mask and antlers stayed on, same thing on his way in.
So is it possible to keep your set while going IN to de drinkplaats? I tried to but I failed, so is it a glitch or a trick?