6/14 -


Having fun with a fawn at the Pond. Quad's wearing his goofy antlers for comic relief


Then hanging out with Virgil for a while.

6/15 -


Quad and Mazey, wallpaper style.


Another screenshot of the two of us.


Quad found some peeps!


New pastime - fawnsniffing!


More peeps




Someone gave Quad some new antlers, but they were so heavy that he fell over...laughing...


Entertaining this deer with some head-mount fun.


Quad and Mazey, together again!


One very happy couple


Okay the deer in red led Quad away to the crying idol and wanted him to have the red pelt for some reason. He did it for a while but then sneezed it off. Dunno what that was about.

XD hehe, yet another package arrived at my house! Celticmystress' jawbone finally came!


Plushie Quad, Plushie Zephyr, Sculpey Quad, and the Mushrooms - "WE ARE NOT WORTHY!!"
Jawbone - "Aww stop! XD"


Plushie Zephyr - "Aww it's blushing! ^^"
Plushie Quad - "Where have I seen that symbol before?"
Sculpey Quad - "OMG MUSHROOMS!!!"
Mushrooms - "Not again! :<"

And here's a few 'posed' photos


Quad with the German and Sicilian side.


Zephyr with the Irish side.

And lastly:


My shelf is looking really cool with everything on it! All that is left are Kana's clay Quad, and Terabetha's 'Fallen Star' dreamcatcher!

Work in progress, give me your opinion and tell me if I should trash it or finish it

The thin drops of rain,
Caressing his now glistening fur,
Absorbing into his flesh in vain,
Images taunted him, memories in a blur.
Revenge lurked in his serene mind,
Plotting his next steps onto her,
Until finally he was confined,
Deep, he knew, something should occur.
A sigh is echoed through the trees,
He heaved forcefully from the ground,
Branches squealed in the breeze,
Anger stabbed into him, deeper and profound.
Someone would be hurt,
He thrust his hooves beneath him,
Feeling the wet damp dirt,
Hate scampering at every limb.
Rearing he broke free from reason,
Stampeding through the mist,
Destroying his mental prison,
Pitying the ones who there exist.
Half blind with rage the wild buck,
Saw the setting flow past him,
Halting and observing his own luck,
He couldn’t hide his pleasant grim.
For before him the essence of innocence stood,
Frail and slim under his stare,
Escape, please, she should,
Instead, the fawn looked helplessly back in despair.

i really really want a different pelt, different antlers and a mask, especially the mask! they r so cool!

.....:Funny, how sleep seems to pass so quickly, that I can barely catch myself in the process of it. Dreams, as if only visiting for a short while completely dissapeared from my conciousness. Ah well, I suppose pain has a natural need for the spotlight. It had seemed only a short moment before my body woke me, once again, to greet the foggy day with vigor that I couldn't seem to gather.

What a joy!
It has never been so thrilling to tread over the plains! My hooves and best of all my feathers and scales, and my prized fur is in tip-top condition as a result of my morning preening session. I planned to set out deeper into this enticing forest, unsure of when I will quench my thirst for adventure!
I lay under the filtered moon, and awakened under the speckling sun in a bed of violet-hue buds, no other antlers perked from them, I had awoken alone!
What ho, did I slumber alone?
Ah, but the awaiting visions of fellow deer, doe and forest secrets bring me soon to my hooves!


How curious, I think, I have not seen a familiar silvered pelt this forest day! His crowning antlers and differed face are a common and most welcome sight, but alas. "Jjee!" His rare voice may cry! "Exodus!" I may return a call!
Without his imprints upon the ethereal earth, I must take my own journey for today, and hope to follow in them most joyfully soon!

My oh me, a friend! A deer new to my crow-masked eyes, we frolicked and danced this glorious day! Our pelts radiated in a misting white as we bowed our heads, sweeping the enchantment across more fellow deer and fawn! And yet I fade to green, and lose my company along with my temporary shine.

Ah, and so my day flies short, I travel to the waters, across the eroded graves and poke my beak into whatever catches my black eyes! A somewhat state of tire overwhelms me, I must lie down.

Perhaps in a lovely tomorrow I may tread across the soils and greens and uncover yet more that lies hidden!

'Kay, so I mentioned in my "Liëka has a message" entry that I let my deer develop to themselves. But when I play them, I really feel like I'm almost 'channeling' (I dunno if that's the right word, we'll stick with it for now) the characters of my deer. I don't think through 'What would they do now', it's instinctive, it's what I naturally just do. And it fits the personality of whoever I'm logged in as to a T.

Me being weird-multiple-personality or what?

im back from my 2 day long horse show and find out i missed, what seems to be, a rather cool abio.


i fail at life D|

Basics
Name:
Uvaile
Age:
Fawn
Gender:
Stag


Appearance
Eyes:
Deep Auburn
Hide:
Spotty!
Rack:
N/A
Overall:
Uvaile looks like any other fawn. Long legs, short neck, big ears and a spotted hide. [Will change as he matures]

Behaviour
Likes:
++Flowers
++Butterflies
++Running
++Leaping
++Sleeping
Dislikes:
--Sunlight
--Other deer [especially stags with large racks]
--Being chased
--Fighting
--Being a fawn
Fears:
--Stags
--Bright light
--Confrontation
Goals:
++To become the greatest stag of all time
++To conquer his fears
++To find friendship
Overall:
Uvaile is a very shy fawn. He avoids confrontation, lurking on the edges of parties and such. Despite his goals, Uvaile is quite the coward. If another of his kind were to approach, he would back away. If another deer were to run at him, Uvaile would turn tail and make like a tree... A very fast, frightened tree.
Any noise should make the fawn run. A falling tree, the sound of running deer, roaring... Just about anything. Fast movement makes him skittish, the fawn often running a few paces from whatever spooks him. If Uvaile were to believe he were being followed, the first place he'd run to would be the Playground. Rocks, logs and all sorts of obstacles would aid him in his flight of fear.
Another thing Uvaile can't stand is sunlight. He refuses to step hoof into it unless absolutely necessary. One such case would be getting to the pond to drink. If need be, Uvaile would only enter sunlight in a dead sprint. Unless safely in shadow, the fawn will not stop.

Background
Father:
Jevlier
Mother:
Klofas
Siblings:
Sisiters: Goela, Ghumir
Brothers: Juc, Zhi, Pao
Pre-EF: