the forest is so freaking awesome right now. Wasn't it like this on halloween? I don't know, I wasn't there XD


and that creepy music is back. I made Atiq dance to check it out.......creepy dance music=<3
I wonder why it's like this today? Whatever, I think it's pretty.


and I have a nameless deer following me again. They really like Atiq for some reason. Whenever he's in the birch forest one's always following him XD

Vesper and all his little secrets:

Vesper
Current Mood: Quiet
Being played right now? Offline
Set:Candle Antlers, Mardi Gras pelt
Current Form: Stag
Current Location: His favorite spot to sleep is the broken pillar, but he can be found anywhere.

Likes:
Dancing, Spellspamming, just running, "One Deer," Doing silly things in large groups, sitting with friends.

Vesper is a gregarious creature. He prefers the company of others, and preferably in as large a group as he can take it. When on a one on one basis, Vesper prefers to keep the company of someone playful, who is just as wiling to run through the forest on a crazy bent as they are to spellspam or dance. He'll cozy up to anyone, although deer he particularly likes tend to be on the receiving end of his nuzzles. Forest relationships are incomprehensible to him. He takes nuzzles as he gets them, and shares his affections with all deer.

As Vesper ages, his temperament has quieted. He still loves to play, but it more apt to be found simply sitting beside another deer for long lengths of time. He's not as likely to bounce around, but he still loves a good game.

Here is the bio of Emiva, my one and only (and will always be only) doe. I have never made one of thses bio things... hopefully I have done this right.


Emiva
Current Mood: sad...depressed
Being played right now? Yes
Set: Gazelle set, with stubby doe antlers and normal deer mask
Current Form: Doe
Current Location: By the cold waters of the pond
Currently: Sitting alone by herself.

But she likes it that way. When lots of deer go to sit with her, she feels bad because she knows she is taking up the other deer's time, while it could be doing fun things like spell spamming, dancing with its friends, and other happy things. Thats why she will get up and move somewhere else. (sorry to anyone who had their feelings hurt)

But hopefully soon Emiva will get over this... state.

Did anybody besides me notice the pond.... turning different colors? I was there when it started... sitting by the edge my myself... when this sudden shape of a frog kept twitching back and fourth, and getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly it filled the whole pond. Odd odd odd! And then it went back to normal, and then it started up again.......?

Emiva just wanted to say thank you to all those deer who sat with her in the cold, grey, forest today. She knows she will always have her second family to go to escape to when she's feeling really depressed. Thanks guys : )

Right!!!!1111oneoneone(Exclam)

My turn has finally come, 4 weeks now, 4 whole weeks I have waited to become a stag!!

I log in, chanting yes,yes,yes. The glow of the computer flickering over my skin with thoughts of colours, and different masks flooding my mind as empty headed as I am, This was geniunely exciting!

I wait as the stag on my screen slowly faded and then in the middle of the trees, the green, the squirrel who raced by... I discovered.

...I'm still a damn Faun!!!!

(SulkSulkSulkSulk)

Whats up with that?

Skokey spent the next day bashing his antlers against the larger Birch trees. Fenqua looked from a distance, she was starting to worry if he was going into a relapse. Large red flower petals tumbled from his antlers every time he struck a tree. He continued to do this for several hours.

At one point, he stopped. His head was still against a tree, and he just glared at the ground. Fenqua gingerly went up to him. "Skokey... Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not alright." He leaned his weight against the tree, "I don't know what to do..."

"I'm sure she'll be fine."

"I don't think so, Fen. They're horrible creatures, she's probably dead by now!" He lowered his ears and tail, "It's all my fault. I should have driven those things away."

"It's not your fault, Skokey, you know that."

"Then what am I supposed to do? I can't just sit here and do nothing!" He rammed his antlers against the tree again, a small flurry of petals flying off his antlers. There weren't many left.

"You should go after her then." A voice came by, one that was slightly familiar.

Skokey turned his head and studied the stag. He had a blueish coat, with a Masquerade mask. His pictogram read "Yorres". Skokey remembered him from some time ago, they had a very brief conversation. He never thought he would see him again this soon.

"Yorres. What are you doing here?" Skokey curtly asked.

"I heard what happened. You seem very confused, Skokey."

"Yeah, I am... I'm not sure what to do."

"I think you should go find her. What those humans did should not go unnoticed. You should find her before it's too late."

"How can I find her? I don't know what it's like out there. There's more chance of me being killed as well."

Yorres turned his head in the direction of the edge. "Yes, but what about your sister? Are you saying you aren't willing to rescue her?"

* To chapter 2=>

Author's Notes: I've been tempted to write about my deer's pasts for awhile now, but I only just figured some idea of a plot this month.
So, I present to you, the first chapter of

Origins
(Title subject to change.)

~*~
“What’s Dad like?”

The slender doe paused in her nibbling of the tender shoots at her hooves, raising her head again to look towards the small deer at her side. Large gray eyes were staring at her expectantly in a face set in curiosity.

Her fawn.

The son she had yet to name.

They were standing a ways from the rest of the herd, munching on the green grasses by the brook. It bubbled by calmly here, with hardly a ripple to the surface. The perfect setting for the colorful insects zipping about merrily as they hunted their prey.

She noticed her son’s head tilt in shortening impatience.

She had yet to answer his question.

Casting her gaze to the side in thought for a moment, she turned identical gray eyes back to him. “What brought this on all of a sudden?”

The fawn lowered his gaze. “Well…all the other fawns are always talking about how great their dads are…how strong they are, and…I’m the only one who doesn’t know his own father…” His voice turned to a mumble as it trailed off.

The doe’s ears lowered some. “Oh…well…”

“Is he dead?”

“What? Oh, no…” She frantically shook her head. Sometimes her son surprised her by knowing more than she thought he did. More than a fawn should know.

“Then where is he?” He gazed up at her with those large eyes again.

She sighed. “I’m not sure really. He’s…not a member of our herd,” she admitted reluctantly, lowering her head to half-heartedly continue munching.

Her fawn’s ears perked up. “He’s not? How come?”

Another sigh. “He’s…” She searched her mind for the right words. “…different.”

Though neither of the times did it say I was in the forest...did anyone see a peculiar deer near the pond on the Old Oak side of it? If so...it was me.

My ping is very high right now...no wonder I couldn't get back in the forst, heh.

I, too, lost a friend. She didn't lose her life, but she had tried to many times, and eventually she lost herself, she abandoned me, she left me and school behind, and I miss her with all of my heart...

I just wanted to let you know that I'm here for you <3

And yes, I actually did work hard to make this...it took me about 2 hours to outline properly, color, and shade it properly x.x...I made it in MS Paint.