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I've had a lot of ideas for sets lately. So I'm making this to keep track of them all, and so I won't forget them. I'll include links for ones that are finished.

I hope Moss doesn't mind my liberal use of her lineart! ^^;
It just makes it so much easier for me, so I will probably be using it for all, or most, of these.
For default antlers, I just traced a screenshot. They don't quite fit the base, but close enough.

I may not actually make all of these, but I want to keep the list anyway.


UPDATE: I forgot about this. Just adding a couple I found on my computer, which I forgot to post before. I'd still like to make more of these. I just don't know when/if I'll get around to it.

Newest:
Forget-Me-Not
Pink Pelt
"Inverse" pelt

Sometimes i think we are our own worst critics. So i want someone to write something positive or if you have a really sucky day write about whether it be about yourself your life or TEF or if something is bugging you go ahead a write it!!!!
(However I do not want any fights or arguments on this blog it will be deleted if such things happen.)

Dont be afraid express.

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(03/10/09)
Adonia's Account is due to be an Adult on: 06/10/09.

Bio Made, Gathering Pictures

MySpace Playlist at MixPod.com

--Am i pretty-- Skull mask, day of the dead pelt and magpie antlers

--Home sweet home-- The Pond if not to crowded

--Weather-- Rain most likely

i hav question about halloween in the forest...

When will the new sets be availible?

Her sproutling.
That is what she had always called him from the day he came into this world.
A beautiful color she had said.
So many hues of green.
If he wasn’t wearing his mask, you would never find him.
Always mimicking his brother shrubs.
Always playing.
Always blending.
Always happy.
Never an ounce of sadness on his delicate little face.
As long as she was there, no pain could ever find him.

But happiness never lasts.
It can not be forever.
Can not outlive the whims of the gods.

And so, on a cold unnatural night, we say goodbye to the one who brought him here.
To the one who gave him life.
Gave him reason to live.

Slowly, his colors began to grey.
His mask; it cracked.
His heart; it shattered.
All seemed worthless.
All seemed lost.

Days turned frosted.
Nights became bitter with the stench of nothingness.
And by the end of a long journey, unremembered and uncared for, far to thin legs carried a withering frame to a land anew.

As he stood there atop the tallest hill, looking out at this wide landscape soon to be his dwelling ground, he felt nothing.
No joy of a new beginning.
Nothing.

But then, a voice.
A soft melodious voice whistling through the trees.
A voice that brought back his hope, his color, his spark!

This willow wisp!
It was her!

She had found him at last.

She came to him.
Brushing his face with a gentle breeze.
Calling from the forest.
Willing him to rise and be her precise sproutling once again.

'Come', she said, 'Come back to the land.'
'Feel how the plantlings have been lost without you.'
'How they too have felt your pain; unable to comfort their brother in his time
mourning.'

He felt. He heard. He welcomed all.
He stood there, hooves planted firmly in the soil beneath him.
Looking out across a land now seen through eyes unclouded by despair.

His brothers and sisters all looked on in awe at his now vibrant malachite hide.

Wanderers Silent Dream

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Harlow did have a mom, but sadly she has left :cc

I would really like for him to have a mother or a father, so I can further build up his history and such. Is there anyone out there with a deer that wouldnt mind adopting the little fella?