Heey everybody!
It has been quite the break, even though I've been watching you all for a little! I think everything's solved now, and I feel better. I've seen some new faces appear, hello to those! And I'm afraid some old ones have left again. And now I'm here to bother you all again! I do think it's going to take a while for me to fully participate again, and I'm not sure if I ever will. I'm kinda lazy. But I would like to post screenshots again and such again! I don't want to make them and them let them rot in.. Rottyness XD And I'm thinking of some story with Raiakira, about where Loque and Gehirn came from. But it needs thinkin~...
I made some art meanwhile, like loads of chibi's which I still need to scan, but in the meantime I'll post what I made XD...

This one of Lorak is quite old actually XD But it's still doable, right?

A drawing for Echo's birthday, by Horizon! XD He loves his mom.

PFFT It's not made late, really, but I just forgot about it! It's still for your birthday, Emiva!! It's Seele wearing the candles he first met you with! He remembers you as that doe who was always wearing candles and the gazelle pelt. So he went to get them for you again <3

Old drawing of Gehirn and Taliene is oldd

Polt and Zorai love bothering poor Tybalt. Heheh. I kinda like this one!

And the last one is Gehirn and his little girl Thalia! Gehirn worked out well, Thalia.. Eh.. I'll do something better once XD...

"Merry Christmas, George."

"OH MY GOD thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou YEY." The eighteen-year-old skipped around his batch of presents, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. "A BIKE and some other stuff that I haventreallyopenedyet I LOVE YOU TUNA." Tuna sucked in her breath as he threw his arms around her stomach and squeezed her. "Love..you...too." She couldn't help but grin - he acted like a six year old who still believed in Santa. And, as a matter of fact, he was. Just trapped in a post-pubescent body. George looked up into her face, his eyes alight with glee. "Now open my present! When's Bale gonna wake up? When's Her and Key and Nnnnnox gonna get here? H-"

"ALRIGHT, alright! Let me open one of mine first!" The blond grinned and pulled one of the larger presents towards her. "I let Bale sleep in, but you can go get him, if you want." George jumped up with a bright smile and dashed down the hallway. Tuna paused, listening for the thump and the yell she knew was coming, and laughing when it did. Then she looked at her present. "To Tuna, from George. Ex oh ex oh." It was a small box, and it felt light, wrapped childishly and donned with a big pink bow. The blond turned as Bale staggered into the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes, with George close behind. "Morning. Uff." He sat down heavily on the couch next to her. George grabbed his arm and leaned next to him. "Merry Christmas, Uncle Bale!" The older man smiled vaguely. "Merry Christmas, George." Tuna raised an eyebrow. "Oi, you're forgetting me." He was about to respond, but she silenced him with a kiss on the forehead. "Shhh. Lemme open this."

George was nearly wetting himself with excitement. "OPENITOPENITOPENIT." Tuna nodded and dug her fingers under the paper, ripping it off dramatically. The little box was plain, but she felt her excitement building as well as she pulled off the lid. Inside was a little cushion, upon which...

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I like drawing so here's another. An elf... walking in the forest with bare feet. Something I do all the time at summer.

I don't like the way I drew the hands, though.

Let me start off by saying that I missed you guys, and I'm sooo sorry for my abscence.

Let me continue by saying that this is reall uncomfortable for me, and involves confronting a bizzare, deep-set phobia I have that people from communities I slip out of are all really angry at me and never want to see me again, except maybe to yell at me. A lot.

OK, so those of you who know me, I hope, have been wondering where I've been. The truth is...No where special. Just first semester of college. And yes, it was pretty stressful...but that really didn't have a lot to do with my abscence. I was having computer troubles, which then just kind of became a habit. By the time I started really missing the Endless Forest a lot, I was too afraid (both of "I totally deserve this" smiting and of massive community change) to actually do anything about it. It was sometime this morning that I told myself to stop being such a pansy, and that the people I would be interested in coming back for would probably forgive me...right? ...right?

So....Yeah. If anyone wants to give me some updates as to what's been going on, that'd be nice, but you know, no one has to...umm...I'm very, very sorry. I'm spending this entire post with the acute desire to go and hide in a hole somewhere, if that helps.

((Yes, I am aware my feelings are, more likely than not, irrational, and hopefully contrary to reality. I can't help it. I'm not even sure where this started.))

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My other deer bios
Cata's Bio: >> Click <<
Pi'yu's Bio: >> Click <<
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Name: Payakootha, but she's called Paya.
Meaning: Payakootha is the Shawnee's language and it means "Passing Clouds".
Title: The Daughter Of The Shawnee Deer
Gender: female
Age: 16 in human ages
Family: Father Cata; sister Pena (dead); mum Pesh (dead); new mum Sunfyra <33
Mate: None
Pictogram: >> Click <<
How to remember it: It looks like a 8|-Smiley with a hat! ^^ Or like an F with an 8 hanging on it. *lol*
Set: #1: Silver/grey (Long Mask) pelt. Secretary Bird mask. Magpie antlers.
#2: Orange (Noh) pelt. Secretary Bird mask. Magpie antlers.
Favourite place: The Playground
Body: Lank (from the journey). Small. A little awkward.
Eye Color: Light brown, looking a little like orange.
Character: Curious. Happy. Confused about her father's sadness. (She was too young when half of her family died.) Shy. Friendly. She is patient with every deer and quickly gets friends.
Likes: Squirrels! The Twin Gods; The Playground; Drinking at The Pond; Playing with friends; Nights; Handsome stags xD; Music (dancing); Mushrooms :9
Dislikes: The devout pelt - she HATES it! So don't wonder if you give it to her and she will shake her head, be afraid and sneeze it off - it's her typical reaction when somebody gives it to her. She also dislikes loud noises, too bright lights and crowds.
History: See Cata's bio for their history.

My other deer bios
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Name: Catahecassa, but he's called Cata.
Meaning: Catahecassa is the Shawnee's language and it means "Blackhoof".
Title: The Shawnee Deer
Gender: male
Age: 29 in human ages (he's young for his "crowded" life)
Family: Daughter Paya & Pena (Pena's dead). Old mate: Pesh (read his history).
Mate: Sunfyra! <333
Pictogram: >> Click <<
How to remember it: It looks like a 8 )-Smiley (see my profile name ^^)
Set: Dark Brown Pelt. Big Stag Antlers. Most of the time no mask; but if somebody casts one on him he doesn't remove it just then. (It's just normal: A mask you can always wear or not or change, but the pelt and the antlers stay.) But also he doesn't really like to wear masks, he can hardly breath with them in his opinion.
Favourite place: The Crying Idol. He often goes here to cry for Pesh (his dead wife) and Pena (his dead daughter). And there's a veeery small place of grass next to The Pond and Twin Gods Hill, where the light of the sun ALWAYS shines on. He loves this place very much.
Body: Strong. Tall. Fast runner. After his fight with the wolves, his face and body is full of some scars. In his ears are a few cuts, too. You can see a detailed portrait of him (drawn by Misako) here.
Eye Color: Light red

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Clock lay there, sprawled about his bed. He legs lay straight, his face buried in his pillow. His arms were drawn up to his face, bent so that his hands hung above his head. He shook miserably, not really crying, his mind was racing. So many thoughts all at once. It wasn't safe for him to leave. He had to skip school that day.

A quiet knock on the door was heard, and Tropa opened it and peeked inside. "Clock? Can I come in?..."

Clock didn't move. He only moved his toe up and down. Tropa took that as a yes and went inside, closing the door behind her. She sat down next to him, rubbing his bare back (he hadn't bothered to change out of his pajamas).

"Poor thing... Are you okay?"

Clock shook his head, never removing it from his pillow. She continued to rub his back, giving him at least a little comfort. He sighed, still shaking, and turned his head to the side to face her.

"Anything bothering you?"

Clock sighed again, "I dunno Tropa... It's... It's all this... Can I be crude for a moment?"

"Sure."

"It's all this split personality shit. I can't stand it anymore... I think it's driving Danielle away..."

"How do you know? I'm sure she doesn't mind you leaving every once in a while. Just makes her happier to see your once you're back, doesn't it?"

Clock shut his eyes, trying to clear his mind, but failing. "I... I don't know what to do... I scared her yesterday... How can I just come to her and say everything will be okay? She won't believe me, I wouldn't believe me. I acted like I should've been in an assylum..."

"Clock..." She was interrupted, he raised his voice.

"Maybe that's what should happen. Maybe I should just be locked up for the rest of my life. Then maybe I wouldn't hurt her... She won't see me like that again..."

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