Mellion's a full grown stag already. Time sure has flown by, especially since I was busy with offline life on June and didn't have much time to hang around in the forest. Which kind of is a shame as I would've liked to play the fawn Mellion a little longer. But oh well, no biggie. I love the stag Mellion just as much ~

Today Mellion had so much fun in the forest : D As he likes the rain, the weather was just perfect to his liking and made him quite energetic. He got to wonder the rainy day mushrooms he hadn't seen before and, best of all, made some new friends he hanged out with. They danced and skipped in the rain <3 Mellion liked that very much.

I'm definitely going to track you guys down, it was fun to play with you! Thank you for the nice night. (haha, yeah, it's already ten past 12 PM here)

Ben helemaal verloren in dit gedoe... Hulp is welkom...

Kaykay. Me and A.A. n' all had n' idea for a LOTR play in the Forest...


Who wants to join in? We already have LegolasDeer as Legolas, and Mordred as Sauron.


I shall use my powers on updating this blog and making it pwettier when..when...-snore-

• LegolasDeer as Legolas
• Mordred as Sauron
• Zevi as Merry
• Moonlitstar(Dunno which deer shes playing as) as Aragorn
• Aelia as Frodo
• Adonis as Pippin
• Ashdradu as Witch King of Angmar
• Falamir as Faramir
• Mystress as Arwen
  

Not figured out yet D:

• Sauron set- Zombie set.
• Orc set- taking suggestions
• Frodo's set- Mini deer, real deer mask, default antlers.
• Legolas's set- Chandlers (candles on antlers) Golden swirly pelt, no mask.
• Aragorn's set- Brown pelt, default antlers and no mask.
• Faramir's set- taking suggestions
• Arwen's set- taking suggestions, probably should include devout pelt.

Not figured out yet D:

Haunting chimes are cast through my mind, the wind and rain fill me with such music. In such a sad yet happy way we frolic and play without such as a care in the world. We ignore those who we do not wish to see and carry on within our own lives. Yet what about those who have been forgotten? What do there lives mean to such creatures as ourselfs without a care in the world?

I see those who have been forgotten, I talk with the rain and run with the wind at my feet.
Am I to be forgotten as well, such is the fate of our daily accountances.
Those who are kind at heart can see who I really am, yet who am I truly?
Not even I know for sure anymore.

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Just random talking going through Creat's head. idk mate I just wrote down what I was thinking while listening to this music xD -shot-

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

First day and ArtFlesh is downloading TEF as she types.
I hope I enjoy this game, I've played alot like this and time to try out something new.
So best wishes, ArtFlesh.

I was wondering if anyone wanted to be part of my deer's familys. Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers anything that ties them together with other deer :3



Vira

Mother:
Father:
Brothers: Skeevah
Sisters:
Mate: Drache
Other:

Creat

Adoptive Mother:
Adoptive Father: Shadow X
Adoptive Brothers:
Adoptive Sisters:
Future Mate:
Other:
Great Grandfather: Darkweaver


{Adoptive as in not truly related by blood}

Art inspires art; that is simply in its nature. I do not know Iaurdagnire well, but any loss is a tragedy, and any winter is cruel. So I choose(chose, eventually) to sit by him and, while doing so, composed this in his honor.



((This has been a response to Crackéd Smile Part II as well as another visit to Seed's Poetry Corner))

Gawd. WHY.
Filled it out as humandeer because that made more sense.
And I took off 3 or 4 questions off the end because I honestly couldn't think of answers.
EDIT: SORRIEZ for bumping plahhh I had answers for the wrong questions on a few of them. FAIL.
-flees-
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Basic Statistics

Name:
My name’s Fledermaus Rineheart, pleasure to meet you.
Masque Rineheart.
Nickname:
Fled is much easier to remember. My parents used to call me Maus.
Masque is my nickname.
Meaning of name:
It’s the German word for ‘bat’.
Comes from Old English spelling. Short for Masquerade.
Origin of name:
The bat has been a symbol and trademark of our family for generations.
My parents met in Venice.
Age:
I am twenty five
Thirty three
Sex:
Male
Yes please
Blood type:
O+
O+
Nationality:
German and French
Same
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Same
Political Party:
I’m not very political
Don’t care
Socioeconomic level as a child:
Upper class
Same
Socioeconomic level as an adult:
Lower middle class
Lower middle
Birth date:
November 9th, 1983
December 23rd, ‘76
Birth place:
Stuttgart
Stuttgart
Describe their dwelling/house:
I live in a small one bedroom apartment. I’d like to move into a house sometime.

Awoken by the soft pitter patter of rain, Creat opened his eyes to an almost scary world. Bats swarmed overhead while rain fought its way through the treetops massive branches. Looking around he was confused. No thanks to his greyscale vision, all the colors about him seemed to blend together. As he stood upon weak legs he called out to the darkness. The only answer was the howl of a lonesome wolf, lost at the outer reaches of the forest. Feeling nothing would harm him, he came out of the small nest like bed he had made for himself earlier. Almost like a minature den for him to keep warm in, for his fur was far to thin to keep him warm alone in such a rainstorm.

Trying to stay under dry patches as to not get wet he spotted a figure atop a hill in the distance. Pressing his nose to the sky he tryed to tell if it was safe to move closer. Slinking along the shadows he crept closer. The figure of a pure white deer stood before him. The deer's eyes shone in the reflective of the moon, as if like they were mirrors. Yet as soon as he had gotten there, Creat felt as if something was wrong. The tall white deer looked down at Creat, warm eyes smiling with kindness, before dissapearing like fog into the rain.

Frightened, Creat backed away from where he stood with the other only moments ago. Something seemed wrong, as if he wasnt supposed to be there. A voice carryed upon the wind caught his attention. Following it slowly, its clarity never showed. The rain was to hard, the wolfs to close, his pelt to wet to carry on. Dashing for his small den that he had made from stones and branches.

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FFF i fail at writing storys D: