Emmy gallops to the shelter of her favourite place in the forest, The Old Oak. The various enchantments that have been placed on her throughout the day have finally vanished, leaving her, as she falls asleep, a plain but beautiful fawn.

Night everyone...
zzzzz.....

Im not sure why the first photo is smaller than all the other ones :\
Dear Diary...



must have fell asleep in a mushroom circle again...



hmmm? whats going on here?
i appear to be a plum.



this is me, my best friend Narzguul and another fawn.
can you let me know who you are, please?



Emmy: have some magic, Narzguul



Narzguul: Oh poo. you shrunk me.
Emmy: hehe



this stag made me laugh cos he came so close to the camera
name please?



Emmy: aww you went back to normal ):
Narzguul: >.<



Emmy:hehehe bet you cant find me now



this was nice.
im going to put that photo on my bebo



time to say a wee prayer (:

im up nest to the twin god statues
gimme a shout (:

Last night was dark and sad somehow~ But today started better. Fale was runnig back to the places where she hide as fawn, those purple and red flower places. Later she met some other deers and a random dance party started. They all had the same anklers. Fale met a fawn she spend some time with and she's thinking she met Sharun. (Shadowchild) She still dont know who the fawn was. =/
But it was alot of fun. Suddenly someone casted a spell on her so she was a frog. o.o!!







Fale

i posted a picture of seven or eight deer in the forest.
if you're in it can you identify yourself?
many thanks.

x

vampyreemma is in the forest (:
come say hi?

A story told by Garnock.......

I awoke to the forest. It was peaceful like always, and I knew this was it's magic. Getting to my feet, doing my best not to stumble, I yarned hard. My back neck was stiff due to my tossing and turning from the nightmare I just endured.

I was running, or trying to at least. My feet just wouldn't give me speed. I tried to play in this dream, but was stopped when everything froze. No, Only I froze. I couldn't walk, couldn't talk. I was paralyzed all over. This nice looking deer came up to me, he/she greeted me, but I couldn't due the same. I was so embarrassed, so scared Of what they would think. It ended their.

Walking around I found some tree mushroom. They soon turned into a yummy breakfast before I was on my merry way. Of course I got a drink at the pound also. I ran, I walked, I trotted along. I was in search of a playmate. Not soon after starting my stroll I came across some more mushrooms, oh how could I resist. They tasted so good. Looking to my left, out of the corner of my eye this huge blessed dear stood. Just standing their doing nothing. At first I hesitated. I must admit he scared the ba-jeebers out of me. Was he waiting for someone. Maybe he was waiting for a pal to show.......or maybe looking for a playmate like me.

I trotted over, and at first I was ignored, but that soon changed rather quickly. I don't know why but he started rearing up and bucking at me. So in self defense I reared too. We exchange hollow roars and bellows. This deer was not be ing friendly at all. So after I had enough of this I ran, but the white deer gave chase. He chased me far, but he had a white coat, something he didn't want to lose. So I tired to make it to the pond, but he stopped chasing me before we got there. We bellowed a bit more. Then something odd happened............

Foregoing the title of "Antics" this time. No antics took place during any of these screenshots.
As I said I would, I've collected all of today's screenshots into an album. Click "next" like always.
Oh, and be sure to read the titles and descriptions where they appear, though I was feeling rather poetic for most of them..

Walter's Farewell

I'm not 100% sure when I wrote this...I sort of worked on it throughout my day...odd as it sounds, I'm also not sure what I'm really talking about here...I think I may have gotten all metaphorical.

The Fireflies

The fireflies swoop, swerve, and swing
in intricate circles and tenative arcs,
losing and finding one another in the night
across a forest dappled in auroras
made by shafts of moonlight
and the light of stars unseen,
guided only by each other's golden glow.

Seed's Poetry Corner