ok is there a dference between yellow and purple simbels ?

Yeah so i was just wondering if you could like change back into a fawn after you mature?
I've heard people can do it.

I'm dreaming again. It's that same one I always have, the one where I'm a deer with a human face.

But this time...

The deer could see me...They seemed so...afraid of me. So frightened. I was just a tiny fawn. So small, so slow.

How can they be frightened of me? Did they...think I was someone else? Did they not see me as a fawn?

But...that deer...with the skull mask...Those huge brown antlers...that horrible pelt...He was really scary...He didn't belong in my dream. Mommy told me once that you can sometimes change your own dreams. So I tried to make him go away. He was scaring me...But...He looked confused. Maybe he didn't understand me. I just don't want my dream to turn into a nightmare, Mr. Stag. Can't you understand me? But I...guess I'm sorry. I reacted, and I didn't mean to. Maybe you're actually nice.

My dream always goes the same way. I wake up in a forest. It's peaceful, but I can only walk really, really slow. All the deer are nice; they prance around, but they don't see me. I love going there. It's how I get away...But this time...was a nightmare.

This time it was foggy. This time, deer were fighting.

This time, I could run.

I could feel.

I try to wake up.

I can't.

I'm scared.

What if I can't ever go back?

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Somehow, I'm awake again. Awake in the forest.

I trot towards a deer. He's got a crying mask. Ram horns. Autumn pelt. He's handsome to me, but I don't...I don't know. But I need to ask somebody...I need to know if this is...real.

I walk closer. I nuzzle him, try to ask him if he's dreaming too. He's sad, so sad, and exhausted. I nuzzle him more. I try to tell him, it'll be alright. Whatever is happening to you will be alright...

Antlers crash into my skull.

Hooves follow.

I cry out, bellowing in pain. The world is spinning, crashing and burning. My head is flaming.

I try to tell this thing to go away.

[center]Crystalline emerald orbs flickered around, scanning the environment. Tiny fawn hooves needed to only give the ground the smallest pat and it would guide the fawn's whole body smoothly forward. A circle of purple flowers was set atop her little head. This was what differed her from most other fawns - she preferred to stand out, for her pelt matched that of every other fawn's. Orange-chestnut with white dappling, underbelly, and face. How awfully boring, compared to the variety of pelts, masks, and antlers of the adult deer! She needed a little originality, so she did what she could.

Apparanza's trotting came to a halt, and she moved slowly to the edge of the pond. She was taught by her deceased foster mother Siiya that if a deer fell in, they would lose their spell-casted appearance! The idea was horrible, and so Ranza had never stepped in deep enough to fall in. She watched a fish swim under a patch of lily pads, then her gaze switched to a frog hopping from lily pad to lily pad.

Suddenly something else caught her attention.

A raindrop pelted into the pond, and left a circular ripple. Then another, and another.
Soon a full-out storm brewed, and Apparanza ran off to find shelter. Where was the Oak when you needed it?!
With the rain striking at her eyes leaving her practically blind through the darkness and storm, it was too late when Ranza caught sight of another fawn in front of her. She slid and stumbled, trying to stop, but the ground was muddy and she couldn't gain a hoofhold. She tumbled forward, bracing herself for impact, but none came.

She could've sworn that she was going to hit the fawn's side.

Apparanza scrabbled to her hooves and approached the fawn, who was staring at her. As Ranza neared, she noticed that the fawn had pupiless blue orbs, but they were clearly cataractless and not blind. Ranza tilted her head, but said nothing about it.

[=silver]"Hello! I'm sorry about the fall...

Oh and for anyone's who's interested, Lady Bone's voice would probably be Emma Thompson's Captain Amelia from Treasure Planet



There was the time. 3:00. Lady Bones stood, and walked to her closet. Her tattered skirts still smelled like it, the sea. She pressed her nose to the fabric and inhaled deeply. The crew, her ship... Memories that haunted, and charmed. It was bittersweet.

I'm on a date with a real lady, I'd better dress myself fair enough to be seen with.
She had found herself never caring for what other people thought of her. But Line was different. For some reason, Lady Bones did find herself caring what she looked like, lest Line's social status be more of a joke than to keep her honor. She couldn't look like a stitched-together tramp like some days. But dressing in her "finest" clothes brought back strong waves of memories. They weren't perfect, but they were ok... Attached to her draping, heavy red skirt, she'd sewn a thick leather belt, and on the belt, her dagger remained. Stolen from a Persian trade ship, on its way to the Persian Emperor himself. Her crew plundered it, and took every scrap of gold to be seen... she brushed the thought away, and prayed she'd never have to recall or speak of memories that she was no longer proud of...

A dark corset hung above the skirt, it had been bought in France, and how beautifully crafted it was. Perhaps it would take the notice off of her skirt. A folded plume of lace hung from the undershirt and dangled peacefully over the edge of the corset. It was his. He'd never return. She assured herself...

She dressed herself, slipped on her heavy black boots, and walked to the park where she knew Line would meet her shortly.

As Vira awoke to a new day, the thick mist close upon her skin, the chill of night still hung in the air.
As eyes flutter open, a world of darkness, wolfs, and bats walcomed the fawn. Yawning and stretching she called out to anyone who may be in the forest. Only a lonley wolf's howl answered her back.

Fear strucken, the fawn made a dash twords the ruins,
darkness closing in,
bright glowing eyes chasing her,
the sound of rappid footsteps chase her.

A pain in her chest forced her to slow, but the will to survive was still strong.
Skidding behind a broken down wall and into a ditch, she heard the footsteps crash around her till there was nothing.

dead silence.

A snort caused the fawn to glance up, eyes widened in fear as they glanced upon a large black deer, large sharp antlers carried the torn, bloody skin of countless deer.
Before she could scream the power of two mighty feet came crashing down upon her head.



...

silence.

there was no pain, as Vira's eyes fluttered open she saw only mist, only the darkness of the night.

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Yay for a badly written story ^^
It seems that the current strange wheather had scared Vira into seeing things. Poor dear.

PICTURE ADDED, hope you like it
I worked hard on it :3

Today, Amary (and I) experienced fog for the first time in the forest.
Too bad it was cut short by my computer being stupid...>.<;

Quote (Kassy):

"...

He attacked her. They attacked her. Walter came up to her, he did nothing. Then started to circle her, I though he was looking at her, how she had grown. Then Baal came, they both started to circle her, the third deer then came. They closed her in, she couldn't run.

I don't know how long it lasted, they beated her until she lured them to a big herd. Then they fought -- Kassy is now unconcious.

(I need to write a blog about this!)"

This is why Kassy is acting strange. I was going to write a blog, but it turns out I stink at writing! She does apologize to Ephra, Virgil, and others for luring the 'gang' there -- but that was her only option. She's hurt badly.

Also, I may delete this in the future. Or I might just add some screenshots (but I am not on the computer I edit or take screenshots on).

[Edit] And I forgot to add, Walter was Kassy's 'protector'. Or atleast she saw him that way. She feels that there is good in him and allt he others in Baal's 'gang', no grudges to hold, right?

((Written from a random deer's perspective. ))

The doe is sitting, contemplating, on a large rock.

"Have we forgotten who we are?

Have we become nothing but animals, who thirst for blood?

Have we forgotten how to forgive?

Have we forgotten that death does not end everything?

Or are we so caught up in this whirlwind of madness, that we cannot see what we are doing?

Can we not see what our actions are doing to The Forest?

It's dangerous and dark.

Fawns are fearful, does are worried, stags on constant alert.

Fights break out, bloody and dangerous fights.

Stags, does, and fawns are all caught up in the misery...

If we want to end this, we must remember that justice, too, can be tempered with mercy.

We must remember that vicious cycles can start...and never end.

One death may lead to another.

And another. And another.

We must remember this...

Or something worse may come from the mistakes that we pushed away...

The mistakes that we once called justice."


She stands and walks into the forest.

((Now that you've read that, don't kill me. >>))

Hello, I'm Louiserio's doe, also known as Syrani Kaliana. Fianaly I have become a full grown doe and found some coats. Still experimenting with them and antlers etc. I am mostly friendly and always sniff people who come my way. I am extremely loud, energetic and hyper. Randomness is my middle name! I simply love metarmophosing people, even though I'm not patient, I will faithfully wait five minutes just to make a sleeping deer change! Hummm what happened today at the forest I wonder? wierd clouds winds and howling wolves.... ADVENTURE! Don't expect me to be anywhere as I don't have a favourite spot, I just try to find a group. I love running in groups. However after a long tiering deer-day, who doesen't like resting a little? If ya see me 'round please greet me cause I love meeting knew people and don't be scared if I jump around or taunt, I'm just being joyfull or asking you to follow me. If you're a fawn look for me, I love you little cuties, besides I know how it feels to be one as I just left that state! I've always felt of myself as a leader or even slightly bossy sometimes. Carefull, sometimes when the mood picks I feel like growling at everyone, so if I'm expresing anger get out of the way, and normally I hate people consolling me when I'm angry, especially if they touch me. No one's perfect right? Well in general I'm just me, crazy fun and random. I never thought of myself as a beautifull doe, but if ocasion comes, change my pelt, antler, mask and stuff beacause I love to change my looks. I'm not vain though, more the outsider/messy/muddy type. Now that you have read this short resume of me, please suggest pelts, masks, antlers for my human and tell her what you think about me! All kinds of comments are welcome, even the unpleasent ones, The opinion of the people matters to me extremely, especially their feelings.

See ya round the forest.

Writen by Syrani Kaliana herself with the help of Louise Vincent