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Can you spot Mot?

My new deer.

He is a SECRETTTT deer. His name is Mot.


Think you can figure out who he is? If ya can, take a screenshot and post it on the pictures board. 8D

Or here I guess.. but art board is more fun.

FIRST PERSON TO DO SO GETS A FREE HEADSHOT, WOOHOO /fail


also: IF YOU ALREADY KNOW MOT THEN YOU CANT DO IT 'cause that's cheating. D8 lol
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.: Sylphide Fanarts :.






by Doe <3



by Nopje <3






Thanks You to All!!!
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Biography {Harlow}


AUTO PLAY MUSIC WARNING








Run with the Wild Horses






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-Basic Information-

.:N A M E:. Harlow

.:T I T L E:. None

.:A L I A S:. Lo, Har

.:G E N D E R:. Male

.:A G E:. Born September 4th, 2009.

.: O R E I N T A T I O N:. Bisexual

.:S P E C I E S:. Whitetail/Follow Deer cross.

.: P I C T O G R A M:. X

.:T E X T C O L O R:. #2F4F4F








-Appearance-

[=9].:S E T:. Beluga Pelt, Key Antlers, Long Tribal Mask

.:B U I L D:.
Smooth, soft fur. The length depends on the time of year, during the summer being rather sleek with a bit of fluff, and in the winter very shaggy. He has a mass of fur around his neck and feet.
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Adopting Harlow.

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I was looking at the rut page, and it said the fawns would be born around December.

I cannot wait that long to play him x3

So if anyone possibly has a doe that would be interested in adopting him that would be nice.

PAH Im so paranoid about this...and excited. I adoreeee him.
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Ralph is back :P

after being away for a long time ralph is back!
AFRAIIID >8DDD

I f I o n l y c o u l d , o h...








sorry for journalspamming

B e r u n n i n g u p t h a t b u i l d i n g .









(If the owners of the deer above would like those headshots separate, tell me)
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{+Hungry Mongrel+} Dhudhwa

.Congealed in a fetid swamp.







DHUDHWA


Stag
Asexual

(27)
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"No Way Out..." - Prose/Story (Auto-Music)

Once again, listening to music has sparked up the itch to type but this time. It's with someone that most either fear or don't understand. Iviran himself rarely speaks to others but this was a special moment... special in a sense that his mind was already weakened by a guilty heart. Of course, I just played with it, but I do enjoy random stories that give you some sense into a character's past. Who knows, maybe he'll finally get away from being what he is with this. Also, added Auto-Music to it since the song is was inspired this story. Enjoy.

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;;Dream:: (nonTEF)

Cuz I... felt like it. I DUNNO. Everything in this story is unedited. I didn't add or subtract anything.

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It was sunny, the blue sky bright overhead the strange little moon. The rocky gray soil slightly damp from the rain last night. The planet it circled was high overhead, just next to the sun, seemingly. Pine-like trees were now unfurled to catch all the sun they could before it set again. It was quiet. Only a few birds chirped in the trees, and a few bugs made their noises as well. No creatures that we're familiar with, but close to them.

But there was a small band that had awoken some time ago, and were on the move. Their face was a kind of mix between animal and human, with thick woolly fur surrounding most of their bodies, save for their wrists down, their calves, and their faces. And their legs were constructed like that of an animal, with hooves at the ends, but larger, and segmented into five toes. Their tails were of medium length, but the fur grew long and dragged along the ground. They had the likeness of sheep.

One was a young man named Giuseppe. A paranoid creature who could never leave the presence of his mother. His woolen fur was dark gray, while the shorter fur along his arms, calves, and face was black. The horns growing just above his long droopy ears were fairly short, barely curved at all yet. He was thin, and trembled often. His voice was quiet, and his mindset was that of a child.

Another, Giuseppe's mother, was stronger than her son. She stood straight and her build was firm. Her name was Florence, a kind, motherly creature with much patience and understanding. Though at first she could come off as cold. Her woolen fur was white, and the shorter fur was a dark chocolaty brown. The hair on her head was long, white, and wavy, just as her fur. She had three somewhat covered scars on her left cheek.
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