...May I have this Dance?

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The Dance is today!

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A dance set up by me c:
Your deer can bring a date, or come solo. So don't be shy, get off your carcass and ask someone! Another alternative is to come in a group, with friends. This way the less...outgoing deer might fell more comfortable with close friends.



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Billy Mays died today...
;c This is very upsetting. I always thought he was a fun guy with fun commercials. You might've thought he was annoying, though. But it's still very sad. And all these celebrity deaths...what's going on?

R.I.P Billy Mays.

finally have a scanner yey lol so I can post this that I drew a loooong time ago xD

Well i cant draw animals ;_____; *sob* so I drew a human form for Banshee, my fawn. When he grows up I will update :]

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Happy birthday dearest Line! Another year older, time flies by so fast. I--, um. Made you a cake... There's more -points behind her- in the kitchen. It's called "Death by chocolate"... I swear I didn't put anything dead in it like I did for that one party you went to... I never really liked her. -chuckle- Anyways, I'm not much of a baker, but I think this one turned out good enough. Only the finest for such a lady! Let me play you something...

MySpace Music Playlist at MixPod.com

((This has absolutely nothing to do wit TEH, but you can kiss my beast of burden!))

The waves rolled over the dock, bringing kelp and shells along with it. A hurricane had ravaged the bay only the other day, and the high tides were the aftershock of the storm. An eleven-year-old boy had taken off from his shift picking up the branches that littered his lawn to walk on the beach. He was tall, skinny, and had long ungroomed black hair that fell to his shoulders, making his tan seem lighter than he actually was. In his hands was a fishing rod that he had fashioned from a long stick from a mahoganey tree in a nearby swamp and a long string he stole from his "mum" 's sewing kit.

The boy was Archie Flint, a little boy from the States who was lost on a family cruise when he was knee-high to a grasshopper. He had lived in Belize for ten years and knew he was different; his family was black, but he was white. His hair wasn't like his "brother", Leviticus, and he couldn't run as fast as him either. He spoke in a Carribean accent despite his race from his upbringing in Belize City. Archie had worked from five o' clock til twelve, now he was going to fish.

He hooked the bait onto the hook and threw it into the water. It sunk slowly into the heavy waves, and became only a dark speck in Archie's blue eyes. A while later, he felt a tug on the line, and he reeled the heavy catch in, but the fish put up a fight. Archie could see it was a large fish by it's shadow, but the boy couldn't tell what it was. He had caught some small fish like doctorfish, soles, and once a 104 centimeter bonefish, but he knew this fish was going to be his biggest catch yet.

I just want to let everyone know that im going to be gone for a while because my main computer isnt working, I may be able to talk on the site some times but i have to sneak onto my parents computer.

main point, i may be gone from the forest for quite some time D|

I've always felt I should write a poem about the birch forest birds. They're perhaps my favorite animal in the forest -- they're much more sociable than the other little creatures (except, perhaps, the dragonfly), and so often unnoticed. This is the first, and will probably not be the last.


((This has been another visit to Seed's Poetry Corner))

H'okay, well a lot of people have been making their deer in Sims, so I couldn't resist. |D I'm using Sims2.

I did have a load of screenshots, but unfortunately, I had to delete my deer and house and start again. Which is good, because I get to build the house properly (it was just thrown together before) and because I had more time, all the deer that ought to be related, are.
For now, I only have the 'Family Shot'. More screenies will definitely come later!


Funny, the program got their poses mostly accurate. xD Iranu in the brown jacket, Uvavu being a poser on the floor (they're not related to the other deer, only to each other. I made them roomies), Liëka in the black suit being all composed at the back, Troll in the green sort of awkwardly standing there, FIU (in the red) and (in the purple) looking quite comfortable with each other and generally happy.

NEW STUFFS. I'm now aware just how tiny some of the screenies are, and I've changed it to take better ones in future.

Yay house! It has trees on it yay!



Lalalaa.


Housewarming party!


Mai gahd they're bendy.


Housewarming ....video game fest!


Oh nu the hotdogs exploded.

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There was more fighting today...

This time it was between Virgil, whom I deeply respect, and another stag whom I have never met.

I don't know what was going on. I didn't see who attacked first. All I know was Virgil suddenly seemed angry when this other stag appeared, and then they were clashing antlers. Several deer were around, but no one was doing anything. Well, I tried telling them to stop, but when they wouldn't listen, I tried getting in between them a few times. They ignored me. And, this time, I ended up being hit with a few stray blows. Well, I knew it was a risk... I don't care. It's only a few bruises. What bothers me more is that I couldn't stop the fighting. I've never seen Virgil act like that...

Virgil...why must you fight?
I hope they're okay...both of them...

There was another doe that got in the way a few times. I'm not sure what she was really trying to do. But that's not important.

I don't understand, why all this fighting? Why must deer fight each other? I don't see the purpose for it. Deer just get hurt. I don't see how it accomplishes anything.

And why...why can't all deer get along with each other? I used to think that everyone was happy, and...well, when I was a fawn, I never encountered anything like this. Is something happening? Have things changed, or have I just not noticed it before? How can these things happen in a place that's supposed to be a paradise?
And why does no one do anything to stop it?







Is...is this...how it feels...to be...sad?

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The deer mentioned here are Virgil, Walter, and Taliene, who belong to their respective owners.