Blogs

Bayleen's picture

"My Last Day"

I smiled at Safear as I saw her awake and stretching and said, “Good morning to thee." I too, stretched my legs, for they were still asleep and numb for lying down in the same position for more than just a few hours. My attention then turned to Fleur. With her eyes barely open yet, she got up and spread out her skinny fawn legs and yawned. Then she looked over at Safear and from her expression, I noticed how she thought how different Safear looked from most deer, but that didn't seem bother her. As a matter a fact, I think she admired the way she looked.

"Fleur, this is my good friend, Safear," I said.

"Hello! I'm Fleur. FleuraLune ," Fleur piped to her cheerfully.

Safear smiled at her and replied, "And what a beautiful name it is. I am pleased to properly meet you Fleur."

Then, she quickly snatched it up her mask and yanked it over her face. "Silly me, I left my mask off while I slept," she said rather embarrased.

Fleur smiled up at me and Safear. It warms my heart to see the fawn so happy. I grinned and then asked, "What should we do today?"

Fleur shrugged and looked at Safear.
"Has she been to the playground yet?" Safear asked.

"Nay. Should we go there?" I asked them, but more directly to Fleur.

"Let's go there! Let's go there!!!" Fleur cheered as she was sort of dancing with excitement, shifting from one leg to the other.

Smiling at Fleur, Safear got to her feet and shook the leaves from her feathers. "Then to the play ground we go!" Safear declared.

But before setting off she turned to see if I needed any help, but I just shook my head and motioned for her to lead us. I watched Fleur ran ahead of us both as swift as the wind, jumping over logs in her way. Safear matched my pace, bushing stray twigs and sticks from her path.

The mossy boulders of the playground soon came into view, running up she clawed her way to the top and gave Fleur a sharp smile.
Maz's picture

Do you feel the weight of the world? Oni's Bio~



Who: Oni (Oh-nee)
What: Stag, male
Where: Often near red hill with all the pretty flowers or by the pond. Otherwise running around, jumping, having a good time overall.
With: Crushing on Jjaiu bigtime...won't admit his true feelings...yet.
Preference: Either, both. Bi.
Face: Deer face :3
Looks:
Reference --he also likes to wear the skeleton pelt sometimes as well as the zombie pelt and others; he loves to dress up and loves Old Hallow's Eve ^^
Font: #7FC9FF






Friends: Jjaiu <3, Quamar, Virgil, Koroido, he also doesn't seem to mind Nex





Likes: Hopping, cuddling, running around, being loud, dancing, loafing about in the vast flower patch by red hill. Peace and promoting peace. He just wants a fun and safe world for everyone to share and enjoy.

Dislikes: Violence, stuck up deer, fawns' faces (they're frightening), constant mooing in the ear (at least do it at a distance!), falling into the pond, umm pink. He also doesn't like being spell-spammed when he is not participating in it.





Oni is a careful kind of guy. He loves to romp around and make friends and cuddle and play. He's not much for sparring but may get rowdy at times. He'd rather hop around and run and dance like a fool. He is also very social and vocal, he will moo quite a bit on his own or engage in call-and-listen games. But he will not moo in your ear or wage arguments or fights. His mooing is merely friendly and playful. He doesn't like it when it's too quiet and still. Oni is mainly just a playful teddybear--despite his intimidating appearance. Don't be afraid of his social and hyperactive behavior either. He's just outgoing, that's all. He can also be a bit obnoxious and conceded--he is quite proud :3





Theme Song: 'Do You Feel?' by The Rocket Summer
Picto:

Bigger Pic




~~~~~~~~~~ More Below ~~~~~~~~~~
Seed's picture

Regarding Seed and the Upcoming Rut

Since some stags (and this is largely for stag-players that I'm posting this) are gearing up for The Rut already, I want to make two things perfectly, perfectly clear so there is no confusion.

The first, as most people who know Seed already know is that he's not involved in this. He's not that sort of stag physically or emotionally.

The second is that I don't want stags treating him like he's a part of this. If you need a decent roleplay justification (I kinda would), we could argue that since Seed's gender is entirely a result of his mindset and not his anatomy, he doesn't give off a stag smell, rutting or otherwise, and therefore shouldn't register as a threat to even the most hormonal stag.

I'm sorry if the tone of this came out harsh ^^. I just want to clear this out, to hopefully save Seed and I some trouble and some fights he doesn't care to fight.
ToxicCreed's picture

"The King's Walk" (Private RP: Pickle ^^)

Private RP with Pickle96 :3

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Most of the normal deer would avoid him, those scales on his hide seeming to be dulled with a slight age. He wasn't that old truthfully, and the dull sheen was like from stress and a lack of visits to the Ponds waters lately. Standing near the ruins he was on one of the upper rocks, the bleeding that fell from his eyes dripping down onto the stones below as he shifted on his hooves.

It appeared that the King was lost in thought, something rare... he never truly showed much outward emotions much less thoughts in general. And slowly he took a step down, flames burning high on the candles that he held on that rack. A sigh, and slowly, Iviran was making his way away from the ruins, and the graves that seemed to be haunting him there.

"I see nothing... nothing that remotely looks like me in this place. Those rumors are just rumors... I have no child that's alive... I have no son..." Iviran's words came out with a tone of vile disgust, but there was also just a small tint of guilt within them as he continued his walking... to where, he didn't know. No one, at least he thought no one, would disturb him.
dayne's picture

People I have art trades with

I'm sorry it's taking so long. School is hectic and stuff, and I've been pretty stressed lately. I'll try and get them done as fast as I can :C
Arrikanez's picture

[In The Silence...] [Rated PG-13 for Language]

[There Is A Voice]
ToxicCreed's picture

"My Faith" (Toxic: Semi-Open RP)

This is a Private RP for friends of Toxic, if you wish to join in please post on This Blog. PLEASE, PLEASE post on the other blog if you want to RP...

Semi-Open, if anyone wants to join feel free to. If the title goes back to Private that means we are not looking anymore.

Deer's I wouldn't mind seeing join:
Leea or Leeon/Both
Nathan
Revtheyr
Nine
Meii/Skal
Phee
Blue
Tally
Tiamat
Tails

I will only have... maybe 3 of Toxic's friends in this, it all depends on if they show interest Sticking out tongue Right now, Toxic's illness is clouding his mind and he thinks he's on death's bed when he's really not. But, when you're blinded with a fever and afraid you'd be a little lost in the mind as well. I might be tempted to allow others in, depending on my mood but for now I'll let this just be for friends rather than extras. Anyway, I'm sick myself... thus, the reason for Toxic's current illness.

Click Read More to read the Opening Post. If others would like to join, there is no harm in asking. I might just say yes. But right now I'm mostly looking for close friends of Toxic. Those listed above, don't worry about posting in the RP forum, if you wish to join. Feel free to post.

~ Toxic


Hubalaboo's picture

And then

I thought


What am I, now?...


A forgotten waif, a fragile thing, lost in the woods. I have found myself drifting away from everyone, and seeking only solitude, waiting for only one to come to my calls...


I have lost so much, and in such a quiet way... The word "friends" leaps through my mind, and I remember, but feel no urge to call for them.


I have ventured out from the shadows fewer and fewer times, until gradually, I rarely do.


Surely, they have forgotten me. I was but a nuisance, a little meager frail object, whisking through the crowds. I was weak, and am remembered as being weak, and always afraid.


This is all right. I know who I was, and I know who I have become. My little hoofs will trail pictures in the dust, drawing out little memories, those little warm things that kept me going...
As long as he stays with me, I will be all right. It will be all right to leave me behind, for this Forest has changed, and I am subtly afraid of the battles and subtly afraid to wander around, looking for my "friends"...


As long as Hania stays by my side, keeping me dear, I will be all right. I live for him, and he lives for me. He made me strong, he gave me courage. I am braver now; though I still watch from the shadows, and rarely join the churning groups of oblivious deer...


He made me strong enough to say this now.


So it is all right. Go; leave me behind. Live out your lives; you ought to. You are all brave and strong. I can believe in you all to let me go. And...


Thank you for all the times of happiness.


Clavier.



------


Basically, I haven't been able to get in-forest except on weekends due to school, and this is a kind of farewell from her to all her friends.
I wish I had more time for the Forest, but sadly, I don't, and it's changing so much that I can't really keep up with it.
squeegie's picture

Little rant I guess

I apologize, but I need to get this out.

Man, sometimes I hate the forest.
Like today.
I went into the forest, found a large group, and made an attempt to greet and play with them. Only one out of the entire group was friendly torwards me. The others seemed pretty arrogant. Like, when I greet them they just tilt their head and walk away. What's that all about? I'm tired of this. I thought the forest was sapossed to be fun and peaceful. Now it has all these people, thinking their better than everyone, and only stick to their stupid little groups and shut everyone else who attempts to be with them out.

Sometimes I think the rude deer in the forest outnumber the nicer ones. I don't understand what I or my deer did to make you guys completely shut me out sometimes. Is anyone else getting this, or is it just me?
Syndicate content