I noticed my speed in forest had been declining, and I also noticed that it takes FOREVER to upload screenshots into photobucket, mostly because it takes an eternity to wait for screenies to load (due to quantity) (which is why I stopped making antics journals)...

So, i decided to start my screenies afresh! Right now I'm deleating all of them. Yes'm, the whole folder, and set up a new one....Hopefully this should make things easier for me, especially in making day journals again. =P
Appearantly there were 4424 screenies. o.O No wonder I was getting slow.

I know I'm loosing some good screenshots that I wanted to put up, but eh, that doesn't bug me much. X'D

Here is a picture on Colibrie..

I think I will do it in Photoshop later. :3

~ Bellie

Now GhostScreamer is miiineee. After my sister stopt playing on her, she gave ghost to me. Cya in forest!! :3

Well, I deleted almost every screenshot cause my computer is soooooo slow.. And my screenies did take alot of place.. but, i have some left from abio, fawndays, Seele and Quamar. Its not all of it, but half. 8]
Now I will take new pics xD

This is a fine example of my boredom. 8D

I felt like posting a blog.
A blog about your deer, finding as many fallen trees in the forest.
And having fun with them. <3
Or just trees in general.
I've thus far found 3 in...I dunno, 5 minutes.





My fun screenshots, add some of your deer:

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[center]Rain pattered.

Gentle rain. Sweet rain.

The rain pattered, gently upon the leaves and the heavy boughs of the trees. They dripped in beautifully perfect droplets down to the forest floor, where they were sucked down and pulled deep into the loam. They fell, softly, to feed thirsty roots and to water the dry earth.
The doe named Plumeria stood silently in the rain. She stood under a proud pine, at the cap of a rounded hill, near to the watery depths of the Pond.
Gently, she blinked, and stray drops of rain slipped away from her eyelashes and rolled slowly down the contours of her butterfly mask. The violets wrapped around the antler-doe's tines were happy in the rain; lively, they swayed with the rhythms of the drops' patterings, and their colors were bright and fresh.

Gentle rain...

It had been raining when Taint said goodbye.

With the rain, a pearly mist had come, and joyfully it had wrapped the Forest in its curling wisps. Masked, the trees in the distance were only silhouettes of their proper selves.
Behind Plume was the sleeping figure of her brother. Dear Olive was oblivious to the rain; he slept a peaceful sleep, with no worries, no aches, no painful desires. He did not remember that he had once had a love, and all he knew was that there was a strange empty place in his heart.
Plume simply watched the world in the rain, everything soft and muffled, wet and moist and heavy. Her face behind her mask was calm, but now, her deep sorrow was openly visible in her eyes.
Painful reminders floated down with the rain, and they threatened to overwhelm the doe's heart. With it came the wishes, the hopes, the dreams...
Plume closed her eyes.
From the depths of her mind wandered the melody... The song of her beloved, the only worded song she knew, and the one she would never forget. Could never forget. It came, to wrap her up in its warm arms, to remind her of all she lived for.

Day 47

Bale's here. And it has come to me that we might not get out. They're hanging me from the cieling by my ankles now, and beating me. And they showed him to me once - that's how I know. He looked absolutely horrible, bruised and bloody. I cried that night. It's been a while since I've done that. I don't mind dying - I wouldn't have taken this job if I did - but he can't handle this. I'm really worried about him.

Oh, shit. They're coming. I'll write later.

Day 56

I'm hurting most in the leg. It seems to be their favorite spot - they keep burning me, cutting me, dumping ACID there. I guess they know about that accident a while back. Maybe if I'm lucky it'll numb up entirely.

My hands are shaking and it's making me nervous. They really ought to feed us more often. I've been shaking a lot lately - it makes me scared and furious at the same time. Why can't I be strong enough to get through this? No word from the Gods either - I figured as much, they don't like to influence the human world. This is one situation I wouldn't mind a hand in.

4/22/09

I did a "first day" blog for House, so I might as well do one for Dustin.

Well, this was his first real day in the forest, if you can call it that. Blech.

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ONCE UPON A TIME.

THERE WAS A DUSTIN.

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Ialu was shaking in fear as he saw his dream come to life. He slowly walked towards the statues. "Why hasn't Cheneniah ever showed me this before?" Ialu said in his mind. He got up to the point where the circle of floweres meat the ground. Ialu looked at the statues. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out the designs on them. He saw faces. But they weren't like our faces. They were different. Ialu backed away. His eyes hurt from the brightness of the statues. He looked down at the beautiful floweres. He could actually see the colors slowly changing from one flower to the next. It was like watching the grass grow. He starred at them all day. The rain had calmed down to a light shower. Ialu then noticed something moving behind the statues. It was big. He got scared and backed away, far enough to get behind the hill the staues were on. Ialu slowly and quietly crept around the hill, in the darkness to see what the thing was. He got behind, and saw a white deer, bowing to the statues. The pelt of the deer hurt his eyes and he backed away more. He watched as the deer then lay down and slept next to them. Ialu was confused, but interested in what that stag just did. Ialu then walked up and was just about to bow down to the statues, when suddenly the stag got up. Ialu bolted away, terrefied, and thinking it would of stayed asleep. The stag faded away into the misty air as Ialu ran.
Ialu got back to a flowerbed and lay down. He told the butterflies what happened, hoping the one butterfly, who had followed Ialu the day before, was listening

-End of Part 4

Too let you all who are reading this know, that if Ialu ever gets that white pelt on him, he may go blind from the brightness of it. If you ever see him in the forest, please be careful of how much light you may lead him into.
If you turn your head to the right, starting from the left, his name looks like a K and then a music note. And then there is a line sitting on top of them.