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Sevan's Lonely Day

March 13, 2010 - 4:57pm — Sevan

Sevan finally reached adulthood. He's a big deer now... Too bad he doesn't have any friends to celebrate with him :'( He ran around the forest trying to search for someone to play with, but they all ignored him.

I haven't been on TEF for a while cuz of:
#1 my laptop went on strike.
#2 I didn't download TEF on the other comp
#3 Exam week

I missed Sevan a lot... And it really surprised me that Sevan has already reached the end of 30 days (I thought it has only been 26 days).

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The Diary of Seed, 3-12-10

March 13, 2010 - 3:21pm — Seed

[=#006400] Today was alarmingly warm -- and I noticed, for the first time in a year, the return of that most precious shade of green. It's so tender, soft as the breathy exhalations of the air, vibrant as the rush of blood poundng in my heart, forcing the growth in the branches of trees and antlers alike. It is the herald of spring, this green.

Speaking of green, I spent the morning with a charming young fawn. We've been seeing each other for the past few days, but I have no clue as to who he or she is: just that he or she appreciates the company I give, and that I feel likewise. As we ran through the forest, we encountered Virgil, who nuzzled, made some gesture I couldn't quite tell, nodded, and fled. I didn't catch that middle gesture -- was it a no, a yes? I thought I saw a taunt in there, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to follow or to stay where I was. I followed because my young companion did, for a while, until we settled on the rocks. There, I went to sleep.

I awoke to notice Dag, who had himself recently been noticing the return of Spring -- I heard he had been distant, wanting to meet his challenge alone. I knew I had to go and see him, then: A friend should never let a friend bare a burden alone, even if that is what he would have wished. Fortunately, Dag seemed in good spirits -- perhaps because he was with Oseaan. We danced and skipped among the flowers that welled up around our legs like water escaping a spring... Though I saw a little unease in him, too. He'd fidget, stop and listen, and sit for a while, still as if he were holding his breath. Or maybe I'm imagining. After a time, we were joined in a dance line by some strangers, one of whom had misplaced his pictogram. Then the dance line became a sitting line, with some of our members standing to listen. I sometimes stood and sometimes sat, until Dag curled up to sleep. Then we broke, for greeting other deer, frolicking, and re-organizing ourselves.

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feven's story: chapter one.

March 13, 2010 - 3:27am — feven

I often wonder what it would be like if my mother was still here. The peacful chirp of her beautiful voice. The sound of the river, and the sound of the birds, and insects buzzing harmlessly...Except for the day she left me forever.

" ... Feven? are you alright, dear?" i opened my eyes and shifted to look at my mother." yeah... was i screaming or something?" i whispered silentley as i looked over into the pitch black darkness outside of the thicket. " yes, you were kicking and screaming so i wondered about the nightmare you had." i could only see the thin outline of her face in the dark and her ghost white breath clouding the outline. i could here the crickets and her breathing, and the drip of rain outside. " i am sorry, mother. I wont have any mor nightmares!" i smiled and layed down to rest my head in the thick, plush grass that mom flattened out in the corner of the thicket. "ok, get some sleep now." i heard her chuckle, her high voice was peaceful, and to that i drifted into another restless nightmare.
I woke up to the sound of birds and the bright sunlight shining into the thicket. The bright day slid through the thick branches. I looked up and noticed my mother grazing outside. The thin outline of her skinny body was so beautiful, her pelt gleamed, i thought my mother was the most fair of the deer in the forest. She flicked her long tail and looked up to see me. She smiled and shook her beatisul striped fur, it was long and wavy. "good morning, feven! I hope you slept well." she grinned and stared at me, hoping i would answer. "yep! im mighty hungry though..." i drifted of and glanced around the big room in hope of finding something left-over. she chuckled and looked over to me." well, you aint gonna find much in there, so come on out!" She walked away until i couldn't see through bright sunlight. I got up and walked outside slowly, blinking my eyes, and smiling. " yeah, its better out here then it is in the thicket.

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Lucian's Diary 5 - Teenagers.

March 12, 2010 - 9:10pm — Seele

Lucian

He is:
Growing up.
Quite happy.
Prone to moodswings.

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Who wants to make me a signature?

March 12, 2010 - 4:31pm — MaritVanBeelen

I think the title says it all.. Who wants to make me a signature of Zero?

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The Diary of Seed, 3-11-10

March 12, 2010 - 5:25am — Seed

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I sit in this patch of flowers I found in that time, the butterflies clinging to my sides, examining their reflections in my eyes. I had a neighbor, sitting in a nearby patch of flowers. Sometimes, I'd glance at him. He got up and listened as I did, searching for something familiar, something that wasn't there. I'm not even sure what I was thinking about -- the falling of a leaf, the motions of my neighbor -- but my heart kept moving towards the great mass of deer that I'm missing, and they're so close. I wonder if they think about me in simmilar terms, wondering if I miss them -- or if I'm just thinking one-sidedly, feeling the distance less as emotional distance as mischance, as a series of little holes in the pattern of my days.

After a while, I was joined by Ravyn. She'd come close and dart away, sit with me and then join friends. I followed her, once, to one of the smaller groups she dashed to, but after a little she returned and waited for me at the flower patch. I think she knew I was feeling kind of lonely, but didn't understand that I didn't mind it -- much. I'm sorry if I concerned her, actually: she seemed very concerned. But... I'm glad she did.

I collapsed for a bit, and awoke, and accidentally fell into the river before returning to the flower patch. I seemed to have a hard time staying concious, though, because I again found my vision darkening, and then clearing where I stood on the riverbank, not far from my home. I returned there, and found a Saosin-fawn. I couldn't help but laugh, which I think hurt his pride. He ran off, heading who knows where. I seem to have very little luck being on friendly terms with him. I wouldn't say I dislike him, though -- but he's shown some distaste for me, I think for reasons that were more relational than personal, in the past. He's not hostile more often than he is, so I can't think ill of him. But when he dashed off, I was not surprised. Ravyn settled back in with me.

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I: Brontide | Spring

March 11, 2010 - 2:46am — Iaurdagnire

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Deer Update

March 9, 2010 - 11:10pm — Sonata

Will be putting any new information on Chopin in these as well as his bio. because I can keep track of new stuff that way.

+Chopin+

Key;

+ even if he is resting if a group of deer (two or more) begin dancing he will join them, he enjoys the music that it creates.

- Chopin has taken a liking to calm fawns and will often lay near them

+ When Chopin is laying by his usual grave he may sometimes invite a deer to lay with him, this means he trusts them, or he thinks they look lonely.

- Jumping rearing, prancing about in front of another deer that wasn't prancing/playing first; He likes them and is showing off for them.

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Journey for a name

March 9, 2010 - 7:20pm — KittyCatKita

A continuation of Ab incunabulis (Finally... sorry this is so late T-T I was having a hard time trying to figure out what to write)
If you are just tuning in see here to see all you have missed.

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Kita turned her gaze down at the nameless fawn that had curled himself into her side. It seemed familiar, but then again all nameless appeared to be the same. She sighed softly and kept him close, eyes sliding closed as she slid into sleep. She would have to help the little one if she could, he seemed like he needed help.

She woke early in the morning having felt the bumping of the fawn as he tried to squirm out from under her head. She sighed gently and lifted her head from his back, giving a smile as he got to his feet and looked back toward her.

"Good morning" she pushed herself up, looking toward Seshi who still lay curled up. She thought of waking him before she decided against it, he seemed to be tired recently so it would be better to let him sleep.

Turning back toward the fawn she looked startled seeing he no longer stood before her.

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ab incunabulis [Furfur Diary 13]

March 9, 2010 - 7:12pm — Alecsander

This story picks up a few hours after Experientia docet stultos ends.
This story starts in the middle of the events of Sometimes...

If you have just stumbled upon this story by chance then head over to the Story hub to get caught up.
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It was not the first time that she had stood there for him.
It was the first time that he had laid eyes on her in a long though.
How many months was it now?
He had not seen her since the snow was freshly on the ground yet here she stood.
Kita?
No.
Kita was with his old self sleeping soundly.
She was so troubled now days.
Was he to blame or were there problems he could never know in the forest again?

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