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The Last Achak

October 30, 2010 - 6:33am — quadraptor

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One by one, he watched the others fall. He hid in the shadows of a dense jungle, taking quick, panicked breaths. Watching the others from his herd...watching what those flying monsters did to them...

The Achak had a nimble body, slender much like a wild dog, but had small, delicate feathers that lined his body. He had a snout much like an anteater, and similar to the Earthen species, his kind used their long tongues to lick out nectar from the otherworldly flowers on Ibuzon. He had four eyes in total - two large and two small, one of each on either side of his snout. His snout was lined with a few horns that was his species' only means of protection. He had paws much like a cockatiel or a chameleon, used to climb trees and stalks effectively.

But here on the ground, the feet did not help him survive. He was not fast, not even remotely fast as the Daog. The Achak peeked from underneath the massive leaves that covered him. They were still flying around, scanning the ground for him. They knew he was there, they could smell him all too well. The Achak shuddered as he saw their bodies above - sleek, nimble, powerful. He had watched others of his kind become captured by the predators. He had to look away when they literally tore other Achaks apart, stuffing their capture into the belly pouch on their undersides.

He knew that they would find him sooner or later. Their species was far more superior to his in every possible way. What could he possibly do?

The Daog picked up the faintest detection of him, and a few landed into the jungle. They looked around, sniffing the air, hunting with every whiff of the Achak they picked up. Soon, they spread out, some going off away from their prey, others getting dangerously close to him. They didn't spot him, but they knew he was there.

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Interactions~? [jester, axel, atem, yugi, chiron + 'so']

October 29, 2010 - 4:55am — Trickster

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Ponderings of a tired heart || ~Night Shade~

October 29, 2010 - 1:54am — firedance

It was dawn in the forest. The sky was a pinkish orange, littered with small wispy clouds, that were so typical of the early morning.

It was a peaceful scene. Birds chirped in the trees, and the crickets sang their last few songs, many of the forest’s deer were starting to wake from there slumber to go about their daily routine, all except one.

A small black doe had lain awake all the night before. As the sun slowly made its way into the sky, it illuminated her face and made it obvious she had spent her night in tears.

Tears were a common sight on her cold but beautiful face. Night Shade lay flat on her side in the dewy grass, her swollen belly rose up and down gently with each breath she took.

Her ears flicked back and fourth taking in every little sound in the forest as she tried to rest her tired body. The doe was approaching her fifth month of pregnancy and she was beginning to have difficulties.

She was not new to this. She had birthed one fawn before. He was born perfectly healthy and despite the normal pains of birth she had made it through his as easy as one could hope for considering the circumstances.

His name was Sariel. He grew to be a handsome young stag. He grew a bit too fast for her, but she was very proud of him and for awhile it seemed he would be the only fawn she would ever have.

Night had two problems when it came to bearing a fawn.
One she was uncharacteristically small for her breed, a major flaw in her genetics and two the father of both fawns was a demon.

Night's small size would have made bearing a normal fawn difficult, but a demon's fawn was harder on her. They proved more demanding.

During her first pregnancy she was driven to eat things unnatural to her diet to sustain the fawn that grew within her.

She took up hunting small game such as rabbits and squirrels and even the occasional frog. These things were beneficial to the fawn but not her.

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"I want~

October 28, 2010 - 7:57pm — z.m123

The Spider's Home (shortstory)

October 27, 2010 - 4:27pm — quadraptor

A doe walked down a hidden trail one morning, listening to the birds call overhead, enjoying the gentle fog. As she walked, she didn't realize that she had stepped into a spider's web, knocking it down with her head. Shaking her face to get the fine silk off, she then saw a little spider that looked back up at her. "Why did you destroy my home?", the spider asked.

The doe bowed her head, "I'm so sorry, I never saw it there.", she admitted.

"That's okay. I can rebuild it. But please watch where you are going next time.", the spider said, and starting over, began to create a new web. The doe stayed and watched the spider work, each string of silk being connected in a beautiful form of architecture. She reflected on the spider, who was a creature that often was feared and hated, but here was humble and determined. The doe had much more respect for spiders as the finishing touches were put onto the web.

"Oh, this is a beautiful home!", the doe said to the spider when its work was complete.

The spider rested in the center of the web and replied, "Beauty is always around us. Sometimes we just don't see it until it's too late."

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A Bitter Autumn (From the mind of Festschrift)

October 27, 2010 - 7:21am — Festschrift

The air was moist with composted leaves and chilled by a strong wind, drenched in the formalities of a dying season. Trees quiver and bow under the pressure of rising winds, crying a echoed howl of agony through the forest. Hooves scrape at the empty ground; the soil offers nothing but dying grass. Tender roots trapped beneath frozen earth leave all with empty stomachs and hungry eyes. Heads shake with displeasure for the stark outlook of the newest season. A bitter Autumn leaves does thin and stags weary. A large stag stands out from the group, with a dark gray, nearly cobalt pelt and antlers that curved back around themselves like a intricate peice of jewelery worn by the highest nobility. With a shake of his massive head he breaks off into a sprint, passing the towering birch trees with increasing speed, past the sparkling lake whose surface glints like diamonds under the noon sun. Running past the devout followers, praying to the twin gods for good luck and plentiful grasses, past the groups of fawns dozing amoungst the tall grass or frolicking with one another. Feeling the chilled wind whip through his coat and the fresh air flowing through his lungs the proud stag couldn't of been more thankful for such a endless forest.

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Honoring the dead

October 25, 2010 - 4:44pm — quadraptor

Here you lay, silenced after years of life. You were once strong, healthy, beautiful...

Well, to some eyes, you still are very beautiful, in your own way.

Who were you before? Were you kind? Brave? Stubborn? Wild?

How did you die? I would hope you passed with little pain...

Here you rest, your bones are all that remain of your life. You gave them as a tribute to nature.

How would you like me to reflect? What do you wish for me to do?

You are honored this day, not as one who has lost their life...

...but as one who has become part of the land itself.

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During this time of the year.....

October 25, 2010 - 1:49am — BrokkenSaint

We wait shamelessly around our Autumn god.
Trading our power for gifts of rot and decay. Prancing around in fleshless masks of our ancestors
who have come and passed. Our head are decorated with bloodied antlers, as if we have fought
a long and hard war. Our very pelts, they rot in many places, causing stains of scarlet to color
the forest floor. Yet we dance around him, at the times he awakes, at the times he decided that
he can waste his precious time on followers like us. We thank him for his reek of death, and
temporary sickness passed to our tiring bodies. Like mindless creatures, we gather close. In hope
we may get a touch or a gift. We nestle beside him, not fully sleeping. Just waiting until he decides
to wake up and grace up with a dance.
When he does, we follow along like puppets on a string.
Sunlight has become foreign to us, and fog our new home.

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ZOMBIE DEER :)

October 24, 2010 - 6:35am — hmarmstrong

I just got my dream on the endless forest today! This is the first time I've ever seen the BZD in the game before and I am soooooo happy that I finally can have a skull mask! but, does the zombie deer ever get up and walk around? I would find that really cool if that would happen. that was soooooooooo AWSOME!! soorry...sometimes I freak out a little to much about a little thing like this. I just think its soooooo cool! OH I totally forgot! THANKEE chickenwhite for the adoptable! Its so cute and adorable! I'll have it on my account in no time!

THANKS!!!

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Everyone needs buddys:)

October 24, 2010 - 12:51am — hmarmstrong

I am just kinda sad that like, no one ever hangs with me on the game. I was just a wonderin...well...if one of you would treat me like I belong too. I'm not trying to be rude or anything, its just that I would feel a lot better.

Thanks!

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