A few of my favorite shots from the abio... There's a lot more but it takes too long to upload. XD













and afterward

I'M OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS FOR PHOTOS WITH QUAD AND ZEPHYR! Just comment your ideas!

They decided to explore a little of my back yard today:


Quad: "Zephyr?! Where'd you go, Zephyr?!"


Zephyr: "Hehe!"


Zephyr: "BOO!!"
Quad: 8O *faints*

They decided to check out my satsuma tree afterwards.


Zephyr: "Ooo satsumas! Someone tell the Twin Gods to make these ripen soon!"
Quad: "Now now! Patience is a virtue! They'll be ready sometime around October or November."

They decided to come inside and hang out.


Zephyr: "Wow, Dad! Your stuff is really cool!"


Zephyr: "...although it doesn't seem to fit me."
Quad: "That's ok. Can you give it back, now? I don't really like being naked."

And upon popular request...


Zephyr: "Fathers are nummy! ^_^"


And lastly, something freaky...



I'll give you a sec to figure that out.

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Give up? XD

Well, while I was taking photos of Quad and Zephyr, I didn't let Brandy come out with me, so she was sitting in the window watching what I was doing.

The Priest

The peace and quiet still reigns over the forest. The feeling that darkness has clung to the forest is still there, but it has faded to the back of my mind for the moment. I am finally enjoying my time here, relaxing into the peace of the forest.

The rest is doing me much good. I feel stronger every day now; the aches and pains are dulling. The chirps of the birds, the shallow lapping of the pond, the wind in the trees; all of it has relaxed me. I can walk now, but only in small bursts. Soon, I shall be able to move freely again.

I dread the day that that happens. If only I could simply enjoy the peace of the forest forever. However, I have my duties. I am here for a reason. The Gods have decreed it.

And so it shall be done...

-The Priest

The Fawn

I can't move. It's not because I physically can't. If I wanted to, I could get up. My wounds have pretty much healed, though I still get dizzy. But I haven't moved since I last came to the pond. I don't want to be in my dream forest any more.

But I know I can't leave.

I've woken up a lot now, always in my forest. I haven't seen a sunny day yet, though. I haven't seen mommy yet either.

Each time I wake up, somebody comes by. I just curl up and ignore them. I can't stand them anymore. I want to be home, not here. Not here with this stupid dream and the stupid dream deer.

I hate this dream. I wanna go home.

I'm not gonna move though. I know that all I'll see is my dream forest. Maybe if I stay here long enough, I'll wake up.

But it's not my dream forest anymore. It's too real.

I just wanna go home.

((Just a little post on what The Priest and The Fawn will be doing while I'm gone. ))

<'33 was my first Abio!!!!
that's was so beautifull and colored!!!




Byron fall in love with this : D











:'''D Baby B was next to one of the Twin Gods
he felt honest = 'D








D% Flying Fishes


THANKS YOU TWIN GODS!!!!
THANKS YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SURPRISE!!!

Back from my grandparents!

I start camp tomorrow, but I will try to get on at night <3

I seem to be writing these alot >.>

I'm going to China for awhile. I'll be back on the 26th. ^^ Just in case anybody wonders where I am.

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the wind that blows us all dies a quick and painless death-
Is: A happily veiled power
Feels: Calmly happy and content
Currently: Wandering, meeting new deer, wondering when she'll see her old friends, wondering if there's some she never will.
Thoughts: "Huzzah for no more feeling suicid-ey indeed!"
Loves: Aeros
Mood Music: Pilote - Turtle (Bonobo Remix)
Picto: x
the air gets clammy and we hold each other's breath



here's the countdown-
Is: A Bhangra Doe
Feels: Euphoric
Currently: Lazing in the sun
Thoughts: "Mmmmmm, drums."
Loves: Music running through her veins
Mood Music: Lok Boliyan - Anakhi (haha the only vid I could find.

I take some nice shots of some deers and want so show you, so here we go:

Peace was finally here, possibly for the first time since I awoke again. Complete and total peace reigned over the forest on this Gods given day. Not to say that the darkness was not still lingering. Oh no, it was still here. It seemed so far away that I pushed it to the back of my mind.

Little Bastilion has grown. Then again, I do not believe that he was ever fully “little”. He was always a stag in heart and mind, though I only made his acquaintance right before he was destined to become a stag. He now wears antlers of great proportions, blood red and proud. I feel rather old now, standing next to this new stag.

Either way, my meeting with this...stag of the light gave me great joy. I awake slowly then look up in shock. A stag is sitting on the banks. This stag had the same face as the fawn Bastilion, but he had changed. I sniff him. It is certainly Bastilion, I think to myself. I wear a look of shock on my face, which he notes.

“Bastilion, you have grown. The Gods are working their miracles yet again. Welcome to staghood, my friend,” I say.

I smile and nuzzle the new stag, then invite him on a walk. It is slow going with my wounds, though he stays with me. The forest rustles with the sounds of birds chirping and soft wind.

“The forest seems much changed when looking through the eyes of a stag, does it not?” I smile softly and breathe in the deep scents of a sunlit world.

We walk calmly for a few minutes, until I find a patch of purple flowers. I invite him to sit, but I suppose he wants to keep going. Or perhaps he senses the other deer who comes up to us, moments later.

It was a place likened to a hell within a heaven. A place only the condemned and cursed could walk, and only meant for those who turned their backs on the twins who ruled the forest. Black trees, reaching for the dark gray sky, seemed dead from their roots and beyond. An eternal fog blanketed the air, and blotted out most of the scenery. Numerous gravestones rest against the blackened trees, marking previously filled ditches in the barren ground. Withered weeds clung to the bases of each gravestone, wrapped heavily in cobwebs and dust. The air was ever burdened with the sting of frost, which only worsened by nightfall… though the sun was scarce to be seen in the day. Indeed, it was a land that was just about uninhabitable, save for the forest magic that still drew breath in even this land. Piles of leaves would spontaneously burst into flame, providing warmth to the unfortunate and condemned who were exiled to these lands.