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Distant for a Time

February 22, 2012 - 9:24pm — Zarinthya
Hardships in real life have come up latily, and thus explaining for my recent absance. We have run into some finacial issues, but things may turn up soon with my mother gaining an interview later this week. For now I have little choice but to remain some what inactive. This is a growing issue in america, I'm aware, and I know we will eventually be back up on our feet. I will check in when I can, and try to be good about any posting for those who are role-playing with me. I owe you all my best work when I am able, so that is what you will recive. ^^ Please be pationt with me as time goes, and I will keep everyone as updated as I can. Currently we are in the middle of a move, so things are a little crazy as we are packing and trying to sell the house. The reason behind it might not be the best, but its still exciting. A new place holds new people, and oppurtunities.

I hope to continue role-playing, and talking with you all and look forward to the next time I can see you all in-game. ^^ Lets not forget about the now adult Xiar, and the little fawn Susurri. We await the time to join the rest of the herd.


~Zarinthya, Arovar
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One year

February 20, 2012 - 1:21am — Honeyfur
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A short move through the endless forest in the evening... 18.02.2012

February 18, 2012 - 8:34pm — fraghir


This deer showed no reaction to me... xD

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Hello stranger! Sticking out tongue

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This skin is so beautiful! *-*

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At first I followed him thrue the forest...



Than I caught him but he showed no reaction to me! Sad

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Hello you! Smiling)))

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Öhm... LOOK at the wonderful skin at the corner! xD

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Thank to this deer who made my skin blue! xD

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If you want to see these images bigger, go to my Homepage:

http://deertaleoftales.jimdo.com/

...and klick on the Picture you want to see! (:

Have FUN this night LOL :*
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Streaming Off

February 17, 2012 - 6:47pm — cicadia

[_here_]
[2-17-12]
-Doodling, probably in the forest too. No mic or music today.
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Input, please! [Song]

February 16, 2012 - 1:46am — Chickenwhite
I sang a song and I'd like some constructive criticism!
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Soooo...

February 15, 2012 - 7:15pm — Chickenwhite
Hi, people! Guess who's trying to get back to tEF but has little to no motivation! : D
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A Valentines Gift (Short Story)

February 15, 2012 - 4:14am — Zergarikiaka
It had not been an easy task.

The ancient demon deer had been tending to the landscape of the ruins for ages, though not always while under any other's watchful eye. So often, he would be seen ripping weeds out of the ground and flattening the uprooted soil with a blood-free hind hoof, or clipping dead and old poppies and ivy from the ground and ruins their selves with his draconic teeth. What he did unseen, included taking the time to collect the seeds from the old poppies to plant and grow fresh plants, and even making the effort to transfer pollen to the stigma of fresh poppies. Indeed, a strange task for a creature with a rightful reputation as a murderer.

Months ago, the old demon had made indiscreet measures to acquire a sort of gift from a foreign region. The process really included needing to actually make a temporary leave from the forest to find what he needed for the ruins. What he returned with, appeared to be nothing more interesting than medium sized and average looking seeds, which were promptly buried in less accessible sections of the ruins, as well as among the poppies.
He knew most deer would be tempted to eat anything, including these... so they had to be grown as far from sight as possible. Unfortunately, most had indeed been found and eaten before they could bloom, or picked by suitors to impress and bewilder possible lovers.



Returning to the ruins from a brief trip to the pond, Darkweaver had to fight the urge to kick himself. It was already the second week of February and on this particular evening the gift he had been trying to grow needed to be given. Even being away from the ruins no more than an hour tonight meant for the last one to risk being lost. If it had not been for a particularly hyperactive couple trapped in an endless nuzzle war while surrounded by the dragonflies, he might have forgotten entirely that it was Valentines.

[=crimson]"Hnn... this be..tter.. not be.. alz...him..er...s...
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The Diary of Seed, 2-11-12

February 12, 2012 - 3:39am — Seed
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Why didn't I explain it to her? I'm not sure I could. Once, I saw Walter and 21 dancing, so beautifully through the flowers, moving not just in place but through space, leaving their paths where the flowers bowed in respect, getting closer and then farther away, never fully leaving the dance and somehow not so low as to be as normal dancing...
From time to time, I've dreamt about that night. I thought if anyone could understand the dream of that dance, slow and faceful through the flowers, like fish under the water and natural as birds to air, it'd be Sage.

So I told her only that there was something I wanted to do, and led her to a more isolated patch of flowers. And I began to move, letting her follow after me. Step and dance, step and dance. Twirl. A twirl. I'd turn to face her, and judge her reactions -- I wasn't sure what she was thinking of this. And so I let her take the lead, and let myself match my movements to compliment hers.

And I thought she must have thought me such a fool, but lead she did. We crossed paths and moved side-by-side, pulling ourselves together and apart. Neither of us exactly knew what we were doing -- and I think that was the point. We were trying to make something different, out of our thoughts and our motions... I tried my best, to decide to be her mirror or her companion, which probably didn't help her very much... But there was something of an art to matching her from a distance, and something to trail ahead or behind, or just move so carefully beside her. To watch her slender red legs turning the flowerpatch into a sunset sky, the purple clouds hiding the brillain suns of her fur... Her eyes the color of a bird in flight, darting at me with increasing confidence to see what I was doing, if I was still with her.

And, after a while, we just fell to dancing beside one another, thinking about that rhythm, of the images drawn by our bodies in the flowers. And talking about it, too...
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