Diary Entry

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Pull Their Wings Off, One by One



They say you haunt the Ruins. A ghost with a physical body, a demon laced to mortality with a beating heart. Unable to leave from your cold throne. They whisper as they walk by, their annoying words like that of the flies where you sit. Buzzing in my ears, leaving marks as they land and bite my thoughts.
Demons. Are you so different, M'lord? They say you hold a trap, have left a opening for me to fall in. They say you smile like a crocodile, death in your teeth and curses rolling out as your breath. I see only a lonely demon. Must all demons be alone? Are they so different then us? I hear of deer whom have fallen from the heavens, some spit from the fires of hell, others who lived lives before this Forest.

I ask, are you really a danger?

Why do they fear something I cannot see? My friends fear for me when I'm near you. Since I ever sat near you, some come with young foolish pride int heir hearts, challenging you, when all you've done is sit. Who are they to assume they are the rightful deers to live here? What if they are in fact, the ones not in their right place? How are we to live together, if everyone is bearing antlers to one another? Can we not give chances fr once? Why must we chose between whom we sit, others fearing for us, when others beg for us to come near, desperate for some companionship and understanding.
So quick to judge, so slow to realize...

What am I to tell them when they ask me of you?



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Reunited.

First day wi' the new hooves, an' who do I happen to find?

Her.

Lady Bones. Also known as Cap'n Scarlette Coat, back in the day. Not that you lot would know that.

She were the lass what sent me to my grave- to this hell. Don't much care what she calls it-
Any place where she hates my guts like she does- that's hell.

Life were hell between the day I left her an' the day I died. For she hated me then.

She continues to scorn my very bleedin' existance. Says I make her sleepin' hours nightmarish.

Oh jolly wonderful.

An' these so called Gods've denied me my right to kill myself an' get it done wi'v. So she has to deal wi' me.

Maybe I'll go eat meself stupid wi' blueberries, I dunno. All I know is...

All I know is that death weren't this painful.

What is this madness? *~Night Shade~*(short story)

“Today I found myself?
I had this odd sensation…
I cleared my mind and let my body take me where it pleased..
When I opened my eyes…
I saw lying in front of me…
A sleeping deer who carried my picto..
Strange….
No spells I cast on it worked…
I had an unsettling thought….
Maybe it’s not working because you cant cast spells on yourself………………….
THAT’S NOT ME….
No…
ARE THE GODS MESSING WITH MY HEAD?!
This is cruel…this is
Madness…..
This deer looked nothing like me….
It was very plain, except for a few purple flowers on its antlers….
It looked so peaceful…
I sat with it for awhile…
It never woke….
Was it dead?....
WHAT DOES IT MAEN?
Confused…
So confused….
AND ANGERY!!! “

The young doe casts her cold yellow eyes on the other one..
Tears run down her face. Something that has happened quiet often as of late…
She stomps the ground ripping up bits of earth, and lets out an ear splitting scream….
She runs away…….
Away…to her purple flowers……
“I will sleep now..It’s fine…it will go away right?”

I know it’s a picto glitch lol..I just thought it would be fun to make something out of it Eye

life and other miscelainey

~RAR
the New Year has rung in, and also a New Decade. i wish that this year we would concentrate on the "new decade" part more; it feels more revolutionary, and more like we're turning over a new leaf. a "new year" just feels like another year in the long strain of years we've been living before, but a "new decade". . . it's a brand new decade!

eh, i dunno.

of course, like everyone else, i've made "new years resolutions"; which - to me, at least - just seems like more standards i can have a chance at missing, but maybe this year i'll be more motivated. one of my new years resolutions is to get better at gaming. i know it's an odd resolution, but i feel like my lack of control with the two-joystick design of 360 and PS3 controllers really gets in the way of my gaming experience. and since 1) i work at a game store, and thus should be educated and 2) since i play games as an artistic experience i feel like is should 1) a. be able to relate better to my clientele by playing more games, better, and 2) a. be able to better "communicate" with the game designers. all of these goals i can meet by being a better gamer.

it will be really easy, though, since there are a TON of new, incredible games for me to play. i still need to finish Assassin's Creed II, and Bayonetta, Mass Effect II, Bioshock II, and Dante's Inferno are all coming out within the next few months. (the only thing that troubles me about this list is how many games are sequels. . .) not to mention the fact that Final Fantasy XIII comes out in just a few short months, as well.

i played the demo for Dante's Inferno and i was blown away. i highly doubt that many fans here in the Forest would be interested in it, considering it's dark, and highly twisted nature. but if anyone else has played it, let me know what you think! i love discussions Laughing out loud the only problem about playing the demo is that now i want to play the full game, and that doesn't come out for another month.
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The Endless Forest - A Year in Pictures [WARNING IMAGE HEAVYYYY]

I know I may have posted many of these pictures already, but I thought it'd be fun to put them all together here just for a little look at 2009 in retrospect.

Enjoy?
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Dragonnade [Finata Diary Day 5] [Violence warning]

I thought I was safe with her...
Kalpita. My protector. My only friend. She drove away the bad deer and was always by my side. I thought she could stop anything. Then again...I also thought the forest was a nice place. We set out that day for another one of our little games. Our favorite game was spell tag. It was a very simple game. I would get spell, then we would rush over and spell another deer and invite them to get us back. It was good fun and usually deer were welcome to it and would laugh at our childish antics. Cute little fawns and their fawn games. We approached the largest group that day and I was giddy with excitement. This was going to be fun! Soon it became apparent that these deer were not fun.

I also thought the forest was a nice place...
but I, for the first time, discovered deer that were not nice. They were mean in fact. They were bad deer. I'd met what I thought were bad deer. The ones with big scary faces or the ones at the bottom of the pond. They never did what these deer did. These deer tried to kill me.
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Skinner's Log: Transition- Rise of the Hart.

Day 29:
I'll... sing you a-a song... a good song o' the sea...
I must be by the water. I can't leave it. The sound. The sound.
The sound. Water. But I don't thirst it. I thirst sticky, sweet flavours. And pungent flowers and musks.
The images. I think I know them. I hear and see and smell them like my own. They are my own. Surely-
I can't be wrong.
I know that life. I've lived it.
Felt it. Breathed it.
Breathed her.
Him. Them. All of them.
Mother Father Brothers Sisters Uncles Aunties Grandfathers Grandmothers Friends Crew LOVER.
SON.

I know you! I know you all! I remember- I remember!!
Oh.

Hrm. I... Don't sound myself. Maybe...

Maybe I ought to take a drink.

...

Day 30:

My name is Charlotte Jane Skinner.
Please, call me Charlie.
I died, aged 28.
I was slain by the law.
I was sentenced to hang from the neck until dead.
I died in the gallows in London.
I was a Captain. I sailed from East to West.
My ship was called The Merry Rose.
I was born on that ship.
My Father was her Captain, before me.
My Father's name was Charles Edward Skinner.
My Mother's name was Mary Rose Cooper.
I had three brothers, and three sisters.
I loved to sing.
I played the fiddle.
I enjoyed smoking and drinking.
And I was a womanizer.
I fell in love with a whore when I was young.
She left me to marry a lord.
And she left me the son she didn't intend to bear.
And I raised him as my own.
I named him Jeremy.
I was given the map to a treasure trove by the son of a historian.
I followed the map with the help of another.
A woman.
Her name was- I shouldn't say.
All I should say, is that I loved her.
Loved her. Until the last.
And then I betrayed her.
I left her behind when we became close.
Because I was afraid of loosing her.
So I lost her.
And I found a whore and stole her away.
The whore told me she had fallen for me.
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++The musings of a solitary consciousness ++Safear's second diary entry

Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out. The eternal beat of one asleep.

The pattern is rarely interrupted, but sometimes in the dark oblivion of unconsciousness, I dream.

Many times, ghosts of the past will come just close enough for me to taste our bittersweet separation, the now and then bleed into each other. A cascade of faces and places that were and is. They come and go leaving me both elated and morose, they play with my emotions… I do not mind.

Tonight only blackness fills my rest.

A numb sort of relaxation is all that greets me when my eyes close, too often now this happens. I feel as though both the past and feature are slipping away from me!

Am I becoming just a fond memory in the minds of my friends? Do the fawns puzzle over the solitary figure that sits alone most every time they see her?

Companionship seems to elude me these days, yet I know that it is most likely a state of my own doing…

Ah the fawns, so many new faces fill the forest now. Their names are strange to me, though they prance about just as the others do.

How many are there now?

It saddens me that I know few of them, how precious and young they are. So fresh to the world.

I do not wish to be alone any longer…

It has been too long…

I will see you soon, my friends…



Well the holidays are over and as promised, I will be on tef much more. Saf misses her friends terribly and is quite eager to see you all again. :3
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