just for 3 days in Houston, TX i'll be missing the forest

EDIT: I'm leaving somewhere this evening (October 14)

....As If I Know You're Coming.


I burned under frost. Legs froze on contact with the ground, grass like steel blades against my fur as I sat. The sun screamed through the trees in patches as it burned each living green thing it touched. Yet I was not blessed with its heat as it poured down upon my shoulders.

Cold Shoulders.

How often I regret friends who gave them to me after learning of me. And I out of the kindest of my heart never ask why. When just yesterday we were inseparable, today seeing you look at my face brings bile to your lips. You never tell, but offer me the cold shoulder in exchange for what we shared. You never tell. I'll never ask.

How long will I be just another being? Moments of worth, of feelings come to me. I felt the need to be a watcher over wandering fawns. To be the constant appearance of one who should not be alone. I've felt affection, felt joy at running with others, dancing. But they never last, for the butterflies never stay at one flower when there are more. Can I say I'm wilting? Is a dandelion not as pretty as the violet or poppy? Or should it still be treated as a weed, a nuisance.

It has happened. It's happening. And it will continue till my lids forget to lift one morning. I'll have memories. I'll have flashes of legs and faces running past me, past one who seeks a familiar hide that would not mind my touch or silence. You stare, with a glazed look like when one glances at a tombstone. Am I dead already to you? Do you wish I would fill one of those graves, cast my bones on the ground as the sun bleaches them whiter than the Gods?

Well, I'm slowly and painfully moving from lurking and hiding in the forest, to performing some weird ambiguous actions, like running around a tree or trying to cast spells when it's impossible. Speaking of which, why was it impossible to cast a spell on this white deer? Sorry about that, by the way.

To mark the end of the Rut and show there was no hard feelings between any participants, a celebration was held.
It started with a dance at the Ruins, went on to Simon Says, then a group run, and finally some more dancing at the Pond. If there was anything else after that, I don't know, for I basically checked out then. XD
The first shot I have has nothing to do with the party, but it's what Toukan was up to before it.


Almost like they're mirroring each other.

Alright, now here's the party shots. Enjoy.

I'm still bad about posting these. |D And there's going to be a separate entry after this for the party that was today.


Toukan spent time with Hyacinth. It was snowing then.


Yes, Toukan. That is your clone. (This happened after I decided to get the perma-devout pelt.)




This fawn has an epic picto. Doesn't it look like a deer with butterfly antlers? =D

They were also cute.



I forced Spade to the Harvest Moon Festival. X] He didn't stay long though, cuz he got bored and no one seemed to notice him. |D


Sitting by Toxic when he wasn't feeling well.

Then I saw Sluggs on. Hadn't seen him on in a long time, so I had to run over there and switch to Scape. =]

The almost-pictos clones Sluggs and Fay met.

Karma Elmheart

Air Weaver


This is how Karma looks in the forest:


Picto: K

Birthday: Her true birthday is December 5th, but she has been reborn many times throughout the history of the forest.

Background: Karma is the eldest of the four element weaver siblings. They are members of the ancient herd of Elmheart who possess magic powers granted them by the gods long ago. Although the Elmheart herd has disappeared from the forest many times, the element weavers have reappeared time and again to begin it anew.

Personality: Karma is generally kind and playful, although she has her quiet, pensive moments. She is wise but does not let that keep her from mingling with the other forest inhabitants. She loves to cast spells, as do all of the element weavers. Her favorite place in the forest is the playground where she can run and leap to her heart's content. She loves all the creatures of the air, the birds and butterflies especially, and she has been known to transform herself into a dove from time to time. She makes friends easily but rarely sticks around in one place long. She is a restless spirit and a wanderer.

I woke up late again. I didn't mean to. I had slept so roughly. Up and down throughout the night, rolling this way and that to get comfortable. Just before dawn I seemed to drift off into a permanent sleep- to then wake after mid day, and realize how late it was.

I raced first to the Ruins. To the mushroom hill where Gwen had found me the day before. My tail was wagging with excitement. Cresting the hill, I sniffed the air... I bellowed... There wasn't a sound except for fellow deer milling around. I bolted, towards the pond to try and find her.

I looked everywhere. The last place was the God's statue- and I did smell her there. But only faintly. I had missed her!

Hanging my head, I wandered around. And while I didn't come across Gwen, I did find her suitor. Sir Galahad. My blood boiled and my belly flopped. I slowly, reluctantly approached with my head held high. But peace had to be made. If he saw me as a scoundrel, he would surely attack me. Perhaps he didn't even recognize me from before. Surely my scent, if not from the name emblazoned in gold above my head.

I bowed. He stood, and bowed back. I stiffened my resolve- then dropped my head in submission. Sadly, I bowed again and shuffled my hooves. I don't know if he understood, or not, but we put our necks together in a moment of commiseration. Then we sat, as Gentlebucks, until he drifted away to another part of the forest to his own devices.

It was a sad moment. The saddest of the Rut. Giving away my flimsy chance of winning Gwenhwyfar's heart, not by merit of a spar, but by conceding defeat... it didn't feel stagly at all. But, my own selfish need to look proud, and princely, and strong would only make the doe sad to be without her Galahad.

And I couldn't stand to see a doe sad.

Hello all. c:

Does saved spell data stay on fawns or does it disappear as normal? o: Just curious! I need to start gathering the data for the masks, antlers, and pelts I'd like to use for Ouija when he's older. If you see him in the forest, I would appreciate the spell spam help. <3

Antlers: Kirin & Candles
Mask: Crying
Pelt: Gazelle, Grey, & Magpie

Thanks!

[Edit: Does anyone have the candle antlers and/or crying mask as spell data? If so, would you be so kind as to send it to me? xD']

A little tired to do captions right now, but here's a few screenies I took just now:

is there a party in the forest?