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How She Came to Be.

This is a story I randomly thought of about how my female fawn came to live in the Endless Forest, and how she got her name. (Yes, I finally found a name for her! But you'll have to read to see what it is and why she's named that.) It's lengthy, but I like it for a short story type of thing. Well, enjoy! ^^ and critisism is welcomed!
FaunGrae's picture

A coat of red spots.... (Interactive)

Hello?
theano's picture

Sophia's Breath

Upon the winds of Time
An old familiar song
She whispers many rhymes
And nature chimes along

Hidden by the Fathers
Protected from Chaos
She soothes that which bothers
And heals one from the loss

She speaks words of Wisdom
A sword of truth is she
She guides one to become
What one was meant to be

Pain matters not to her
Only the end result
Emotions are astir
So begins the tumult

As the life unravels
She sets a brand new course
With her mighty gavel
She is the driving force

From Her breath life abounds
Sophia points the path
Her child's new earth playground
Subsides the dark wrath

Rising from the wreakage
Is a beautiful mess
Knitted by Love's courage
Freed from shackled duress

Listen to her wind blow
Stand in her loving breath
Sophia forms the flow
And there is no more Death
quadraptor's picture

Hibernation

"Wh...




What...




Is it...




It must be...




Time..."















"What a beautiful slumber...




Yet it is time to wake up...




Yes...yes...




The little ones must be so delicate by now...




So...tender...




I...




I barely remember what happened...before...




But it is of no concern..."
















"Hunting season has begun again..."







Nekumbra is back in the Forest, and has forgotten the teachings she had from before.
She no longer has any desire to eat insects, berries, nuts, and so on.
She is back to her old ways of eating fawns.

[ you could have it all, my empire of dirt ]

I will let you down, I will make you hurt.
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[ -s t r e n g t h will l i s t e n- ] pt.2

Christmas and New Years was a big rush! busy busy busy! But I've had so much fun. I hope all of you did too.

Introducing a new Character to accompany Emmett on little adventures around the forest.
I'll be writing this shorter now because I'll be busy for a little while with school and whatnot.
I wrote this down fast, very sorry. QwQ

31/12/11 - 01/01/12 : discovering the disappearance

I cried, 'oh lady midnight, I fear that you grow old
the stars eat your body, and the wind makes you cold'
'If we cry now,' she said, 'it will just be ignored.'
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Seed Poetry Corner: A Time for Reflection

Oh, how lovely...Today, the forest is just such a lovely New Year's moment that I had to say something while I danced.



A Time for Reflection

The overlapping spheres hang in the dusky sky,

an irradescant aurora of bubbles
reflect the forest distorted:

reflect the spotted mushrooms
and flashing fireflies,

reflect the blazing candles
that push the bubbles even further,

reflecting in their glossy skins
the shining lights of deer who prayed

them up, up into the cool night air
to see the world in the twilight of a year,

trembling like the encroaching stars.


((Want to read more Seed Poems? Check out The Poetry Corner Collection))
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Who am I?

FaunGrae's picture

Mythic Encounter(Open RP)

Thud...thud...thudthud...thudthud...thudthud...

Hooves tapped the frozen ground, leaving large and snow-gilded prints. Behind them swayed a brush of fur that grew to tip a long, lion-like tail. The Irish Elk-sized beast seemed to stalk the winter-caught forests of this realm like a predator. His tusks gnashed as he stripped bark off a birch to his right, eating as he went. The beast had yet to meet anyone other than the beautiful and masculine doe Ravus, who seemed more than happy to play with him. Odd doe, fine playing with a beastly Unicorn male as he.

The does of his kind were the pretty ones, and the young males... all before they reached 1000 years and their adult-hoods. At 1000, the males began to breed, becoming beastly to fight for their dainty females. Tusks protruded from their jaws like a pig's, two growing right up through their nasal cavities and through their bridges. From beautiful horse-deer to offensive boar-elk in merely 50 years or so. From that to him.

The beast stopped, spotting a patch of frozen green grass. As the stag lowered his great skull, it disappeared in to the taller reeds. Anyone coming head-on or from the side would only see a giant elk's form, not very unusual in the Endless Forest. That was, until the beast lifted his well-armed head again.

For now, his dead-leaf-colored fur blew thickly in the winter wind as he savored the green shoots.


(Please use proper spelling, grammar, and punctuation)
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