I'm thinking about adding two new deer to the lot. To put it shortly, the deer will be chosen depending on what mood I'm in each day. Aeros might have a bit of an update as well as Naire.
I can only tell you that the new names will start with a C and an L. xD

Yes, Liëka's having a rest. She *will* be back, don't you worry!

This is due to in, but mainly out, Forest problems. I want a break from Liëka, though I love her dearly and she wont be gone for more than a month/ month anna half.

Actual me typing this am still in forest, and FIU , Hunter , and Troll will still be there to play with.

I'm about to write about those three, so don't everyone ask about Troll; I know you havn't met him yet.

Chapter Three -What the Wind Said

The air this day was hot and moist with a pressure that spoke of rain one afternoon when Rise was reaching her fourth moon in the world. Her legs had grown long and her muscles strong and hard, though she still retained the tiny grace that set her so greatly apart from the rest of her brothers.

The great walking earth-mounds drifted along the edges of the river as they browsed on fresh grasses turning green with the rains and melt water from the mountains to the west. Small patches of wood collected around the banks here and there. The buffalo were too big to venture into the branches themselves, except for the calves who darted in and out of the woods in their games. Rise was small enough to be at home beneath the trees and bushes however, and she delighted in finding the sweet berries in the thicket to offer the old ones in exchange for the stories of things they knew and remembered.

Rise delighted in stories, though the old buffalo were slow to talk and when they did they never seemed to tell all that Rise felt could be said. They were creatures of few words, she supposed. She could speak to the rabbits and other diggers in the grasses, and the birds in the air as well, but they usually had even fewer words for her than the old buffalo did. Even the other calves did not seem to think quite as much as Rise, in her opinion; their only interests being grass and sun and seeing how much stronger than each other they could be. Still, she loved this gentle herd and what stories they had to share.

“Saw a great eagle once.” Old Gray-hump had been telling her just that morning as he munched his way thoughtfully through the grass. “Had wings-big-as-clouds and a cry like thunder.”

Chapter Two - Earth-Brothers.

The sun was shining far over the horizon by the time fawn’s slender legs could propel her no more. She had run for what seemed like ages and then her fear had compelled her to walk beyond that. Now however, head bowed and lungs burning she could go no further.

Her sides quivering with effort she sunk down into the tall grasses that seemed to be a sea all around her and let her head droop to the earth. The ground was hard and cold and the wind still blew its icy breath over the land, but at least here there was no snow.

When the tiny deer opened her eyes again night had already begun to fall. The sky was a deep cobalt with its million spattering of diamond lights and the last of the after light of the sun was just slipping beyond the horizon. She felt too weary to stand. Her legs ached with the pains of her first run and her first meal had long since been spent. Her instincts told her that she needed something to nourish her, but her mother was nowhere to be seen.

Her mother...

The fawn lifted her weary head to the wind and sniffed, searching for the familiar scent that spoke of love and warmth and safety. It was nowhere to be found. She smelled sharp dusty smells which were the dry grasses around her, and deep earthy smells that mingled with something cool and moist, and then there was something musky.

The fawn’s ears stiffened as she remembered the last musky scent she had caught, just before...

She sniffed again, her fear giving her legs just enough power to make a wobbly stand and allow her better reach of the scent. To her great relief this scent was different. It was musky, yes, but it was a warm earthy musk that spoke of sun and grass. She was too small to see over the tall grasses that surrounded her, but the fawn could feel the earth quiver beneath her feet as the big musky-earthy-thing seemed to be moving close by.

Ciao, cercando un po' ho visto che coloro che hanno messo la provenienza sono piuttosto pochi. Mi piacerebbe moltissimo sapere se mi leggete e quanti siete.
In modo da poter fare un piccolo gruppo per poterci incontrare di tanto in tanto e poterci scambiare informazioni qui.

Devo però avvertirvi che non avendo i requisiti completi per giocare risulto nel gioco come un cerbiatto down. ^__^

Spero di potervi vedere in molti!

Sonia.

Did I scare anyone? :3 I doubt I did
Yay for vacation time, I'm starting to to think I really need it :/. I'll be gone for the next few days, and then I'll be gone again from June 24-29. It seems like every time I go away something horrible happens or the drama goes into over-drive, so please play nice while I'm gone.

-hugs- Later guys, I'll miss you. It'll be interesting to see if the beach is more relaxing then the forest

EDIT: and on a happier note, today is Vision's doe day

I finally have a title for my story, inspired by one of the most beautiful songs.
You may know what I'm talking about if you have seen the movie Water Ship Down. ^^

No dying humans this time, but more of an introduction chapter. I hope it's not too boring, there will be more blood soon XDD Enjoy!

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CHAPTER ONE

A few months later…

It was a cold and windy September’s day, the sun had hidden behind the clouds and wasn’t planning on coming back anytime soon. Even though the animals in the forest didn’t know about real seasons, they could feel the autumn spirit was near. It was time to pray and welcome the new season. To thank the Gods for everything they might give, or take.
At least one of the young does was certain the Gods would take something from her. They were her number one love, the flowers. The soft patches of grass, surrounded by poppies or blueberries were her favorite resting places. She was going to miss them, as she believed she was some sort of princess to them. A princess of the flowers, like them she would weaken during autumn and die when the first frost would come.

Even though she was still a fawn, Fenqua had grown older from the things she had been through. And more important, she had grown wiser. She had nothing to complain, she had a wonderful position in the herd and she never had to worry about thirst or starvation. Fenqua’s caretaker had done anything to raise her properly, but her methods sure left their scars on her.

Everyone can post here just saying by to Isa, as she will be going to her fathers house, and will not be on alot. She leaves soon so please post saying byes and stuff! She will be gone for 2 months



Timbers:
Isa, I dont think you know how much Timber <3's you...Your the best mate he has ever had, and he wont get another mate. He is going to miss you so much. But know he will be waiting here for you, by the pond, for your return. *NUZZLES* <3

I miss my fawnhood: I miss hanging out with Scape all the time, and the times Payton and I were togethor as fawns, not sure of the feelings that would pull us togethor like leaves in the current of a river...I miss the feeling of a big, connected community: I still see it now and again...but for sad things, not happy ones. Maybe it was that desire that set me off trying to do a service nightly. It worked well last night: there weren't many of us, but we had a good time. I would have been happy to have that again tonight.

At first, I figured, well, not many deer were on, but they could get on soon...I don't know who I was fooling. Magnet did a very good job of keeping my company: the two of us waited in the ruins, calling out to deer who, I guess, decided not to listen. I'm hoping that those few found better things to do, rather than there being a misunderstanding. But these things do happen, I suppose... I waited for 10 minutes or so, and when no one other than Magnet or I showed up, I decided I would just walk back to the bridge.

In lighter news, I watched birds near the deermuda today: I liked the feeling of their little claws on my antlers, the bustle of their come and go...there's a poem in there somewhere, I'm sure. I notice that many of the animals in the forest are like the deer who live here...

I'll try tommorow, I'll try tommorow...

((Maybe I should try a different time...))

So I'm feeling a bit blah today and went back to the Forest to just and have a good time. So I took a shot or too, and compared them with some older ones I've taken earlier and haven't posted yet. So yeah... I'm just gonna share them.


Miorrowind likes chasing bugs and trying to catch them. I think at first he confused the peacock watching him though. XP


I've also noticed that there are a couple other fawns with similar pictographs to Miorrowinds. He likes playing with those fawns, or just staring at them.



And if you're curious I found a couple stags and mostly we just ran circles around eachother today, then I lost them and it seems like we were playing hide-and-go-seek at the ruins. That was fun. ^^
Is it just me or does the live forest map never seem to show what's actually going on in the forest?