Purple flowers
Circle around my antlers
In a delicate sarcophagus
Of bleeding petals turning back to nature

My eyes bleed
As well as my heart bleeds
With the subtle tears returning back
To the oceans all their most sincere apologies

My hooves bleed
Muddy soil's beating heart
Pumping out slowly waddling tears circled in spirals
With a heart wrapped up in a tumor made of love

Into the pond my paints flow
As these lies I lay upon myself let go
And the hope I've had through all these short-lived years
Fades into the majesty of the dawn my heart sees and kisses to restful sleep

My horns adorned in floras unforgiving
Not nearly in death but only partly in the living
I stare out of irises tinted green by chlorophyll that has seeped deep into the fleeting heart within me
And I watch the form that never wants to know and never, ever wants to be with me...

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Anzel is sitting by a familiar stone, bare of pelt and mask, her standard antlers adorned in purple flowers. A quick rainshower brings her former pelt's colors into the pond, dying it silvery, metallic. Earthworms make their way out of the earth, crawling around aimlessly towards nothing in particular.

She just sits and daydreams, taking in the scent of the newfallen rain, her closed eyes seeing his dark pelt, tinted by the summer sky.

She shivers, rain having soaken through her pelt, freezing her. But only the birch forest grasses lie around her, trying to warm her...

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Yeah...I'm kind-of...depressed, in real life. I'm missing my boyfriend, who will be returning late tonight from his trip (he's been gone since friday), and I may or may not talk to him.

So I wrote a pathetic free-verse poem :/ Meh...oh yes, and I'm overheating for no reason, fun...*pants* It's not that hot out, I'm just pmsing, lol.

I once thought that all would be well... That I had finally found love, and that I finally understood what the real world was like...

But it seems that in the past events, I have managed to break another's heart... The one she knew way before I had ever known he existed. I stole him from her only because she wasn't there. And now that she's finally found the path back home, I feel like I shouldn't be here...

Your heart shouldn't shatter only because I was faster than you. You had known him longer than even my brother, and you know more about him than I... I am so sorry... Deeply and truly... But I'm afraid I can't change my feelings for him...

I still want to spend my time with him. I still want to sit next to him, and comfort him when he's down... I still want to feel the warmth in his eyes when he looks at me, and I still want to feel the fluttering beats of my heart as he nuzzles me...

I can't begin to describe how I feel about him... We only met a few days ago... It happened so fast...

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Perhaps my heart should be broken, so yours can be mended...

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she had no idea what the world would bring to her. i know, shes being overdramatic again XD but shes got a little heart so far, and it cant take this much.

O_o lets please not take this seriously, shall we? depression runs in her family... Darcy, she still really likes him. i hope we can all figure this out and patch things up <3

and dont hit me for the quality, it was 5 AM and i drew this in like 5 minutes XDDD OH DARN... forgot her picto DX

Hey all!

Got some pic-a-tures that I am wishing to share. ^^

A calm scene:


Two closeups:




And a shot that looks good, IMO. Especially with the tree there.


Also: Horray! This is what I wish I could look like:

...however, the Gods forbid. Why they forbid, I don't know... I've done my 30 days! By their own resoning, I'm now experienced in magic and should therefore be alowed to keep it.
But alas. I must wait for those rare few days that sometimes-occasionally occor after an Abio.

Sorry i just have to ask this question.... how do you airsit? i know how to like fly or whatever but how do you lay down in the air?

Hello all, I here new, already got a game and play it, very interestingly.
I so far little, soon already to excrescence.

My deer is male)))))

<=To chapter 8 * To chapter 10=>

Author's Notes: o.o I seriously had writer's block for this. Then I decided "to *beep* with it" and put a break symbol and went from there. Once I figured out how to start the scene, the words just started pouring out faster than I could type. XD Don't be too harsh in pointing out mistakes. The majority of this was typed after 3am. I seem to be more creative in the wee hours of the morn...

Anyway, I present

Origins
Chapter 9

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The colors continued to fall for many days after Scape reached stag-hood. Those who hadn’t heard the news were shocked to see the fawn they knew all grown up. His friends that were still fawns seemed to look at him differently, either in awe or envy. They seemed to act a bit differently around him, too. He didn’t know why; he was still the same Scape. Just…bigger! And pretty soon they would grow up, too.

They slowly came around when they realized the only thing that had changed about Scape was his size…and perhaps his energy level.



The three deer were sitting, relaxing on the biggest rock at the Playground. Twenty-one, the fawn Selig, and Scape had just run around on the rocks, tiring them out. They weren’t sure what to do now, so they continued to sit for awhile.

Finally, the fawn – who wore candles on his head since he did not yet have antlers – rose. After listening for a bit, he signaled for the other two to follow, leading them to the pond.

A stag was sitting atop one of the weeping willows. It was hard to tell who it was from where they were, but luckily, after seeing the trio at the base of his tree, the deer came down.

Taiko greeted them, and the now-quartet splashed around in the shallows for awhile. He admitted he was glad of the company; there was hardly anyone around at the moment.

A wise old voice
Once said to me
That letting bleed
Is setting free



And he said son
You have been blessed
But nature still
Must be caressed



Be light of foot
And quick of eye
And stray no hair
On Flutter's fly



You shan't be pretty
You shan't be taint
For you're the Cure
The Draining Saint



And if day comes
With dying blade
Recite the rhyme
To you I've bade

And unto hoof
He fell before
I drank his soul
I am once more

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Vein is now a stag. I'm quite fond of my little Vampyre Deer.

In that last pic...you can see a fang o_o; I didn't edit it, lol. It was there when I looked at the screenie. Creepy, no?

What do you think of his set?

Help! How do I make just an Icon for my name if I type it out? I've seen a bunch of people do it lol.

Authors Note: I've decided to hop on the bandwagon and create my own story too! Dunno how far this will go, but eh, I'll have fun with it. This is a pilot short story, to see how well I get on with this. XD Its not the beginning or anything, just a short excerpt. Actually the scenes in this story are sortof derived from around chapter 7-8 of SarieBearies "Magpie Songs" story. 8D Well, here goes nothin'


::Revive::
-A Short Story-


The steady drone that reverberated from the inside of the Old Oak was a incessant pressure on GoldenWinged's head and it was beginning to give her a headache. She hated this tree, she would never be inside it on any normal day. However, she had business to attend to....

As her eyes began to close, she noticed two deer figures coming her way, leaning on each other as if they were one big eight-legged deer. When the figures hit the shade of the Oak, they could be identified as Vipin leaning on his younger sister, Aspen. Her eyes snapped open, getting up half in relief of seeing them and being out of that irritating noisy tree.

Her head flicked to the both of them, judging their looks. Aspen, a shorter, more muscular doe, was trying to stand her straightest, to keep Vipin on four hooves. Her jaw clenched and her lips thinned as she nudged him to go a few feet farther. Her eyes were alight with determination, wanting everyone around her to know she was strong enough to support herself and her brother. As she neared GoldenWinged her expression softened a bit, but a stoic look seemed to linger in her eyes.
The stag that she was supporting was none other than her older brother, Vipin. His gentle masculine face was contorted in pain as he winced with every step, finally coming to rest inside the Oak, with GoldenWinged and Aspen to help him down.

Are they something special? Or can you get them in a spell?