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Red DeerRed Deer
It was Sunday, and I sat in the back
Of the sanctuary
I take out my sketchbook
Without hesitation
And begin to draw as I pleased.
Then all of a sudden, I have a visitor
Come sit next to me.
He looked just like him
With me hoping that he were the same person
And this not a dream
But he looked like him
And my heart began to race.
I continued sketching
With a red pencil,
Glancing at times to study his face,
Concentrated, appreciative and kind,
And I saw
Without him noticing.
I went on with my work
And I felt the red deer I drew come to life.
Does and bucks so swiftly drawn,
Their graceful figures
Fascinating to his bright eyes.
Soon enough, this illusion ended
With the wake of dawn,
Leaving me
Hoping that we were the doe and the buck.Red Deer8 hours ago in Free Verse

Run With DeerWhat to fear?
Truth never lies;
So you run with deer.
Leaping over boulder and ditch,
Letting your spirit fly.
Lunging over stream and fish,
So much joy you can't even cry.
So much for being afraid.
Losing yourself among the trees.
You jump; your penalty is paid.
You fall among the leaves.
Your body crunches the leaves-
Your eyes close for a split second-
And then you leap away.Run With Deer1 day ago in Free Verse

The Leaves Fall UpThe Leaves Fall Up

The man stood in the tree’s shadow, his eyes focused on the injured deer at the edge of the herd. Taking a deep breath, he drew his bow, arrow notched. Bringing his hand to his check, he looked down the line of the arrow at the deer. Adjusting slowly he released his breath and the arrow.
The arrow flew straight toward its target. And was about to hit it when the Wind came. Straight up from the ground, it hit the arrow and knocked it up into the air. The deer stood there and turned its head toward the man. Its eyes were solid white.
Realizing his mistake, the man turned and fled. He had attackThe Leaves Fall Up3 days ago in Short Stories

Birth and first chancesSilverthorne, year 747 of the new age, spring

The pain was excruciating. Maeve had been told it would be terrible but she had never expected this. She dearly wished she had someone to help but she knew she had to do it on her own. After what seemed like ages she gave her final push and a new life was welcomed into the world.
"Hello, Laurë," she whispered cleaning the small chestnut fawn off. Simba was right, she wasn't like her father. "Thank Gaelach."Birth and first chances3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Phalen, part 1

"Don't go," Marianne pleaded, her voice soft.

Phalen appraised her from where he stood near the door.

She was standing near an open window. The moon was vaguely visible outside, partly obscured by clouds, its soft luminescence teasing them with its light. The flickering effects of several sconces illuminated the room. They gave the thick, black robe that Marianne was wearing a hazy, golden sheen. Her long, sleek black hair flowed down past her shoulders in a messy array.

Phalen knew she had probably been rudely woken and rushed towards the room they were in now. The loose, cream colored chemise she wore underneath looked almost the same coPhalen, part 13 days ago in Short Stories

Phalen - Chapter 6

The next morning, Phalen and Stanley made their way downstairs to break their fast. As they sat down, Phalen noticed a couple of men looking in their direction. They seemed to be annoyed by something, but what he wasn't quite sure.

"I wonder what the man's trading to go to Haypool with all the chatter going on," Stanley said, scratching his chin.

"Probably something important for some official. Notes, a picture, who knows? Does it really matter?" Phalen said.

"I guess not, though if it's overflowing with gold, that would attract unwanted attention."

"Indeed."

The room was getting more crowded as they ate. The group of men that Phalen notPhalen - Chapter 64 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

Cranberry Lake Sutra 3 (Deer Flies)Between the trees on the trail,
tormenting my thoughts with thundering
flaps of their wings and constant attempts to
touch my face, like a pedophile might touch
a bear, as a bear might touch a wildfire,
wildfire might touch water,
the deer flies follow me on my hike.Cranberry Lake Sutra 3 (Deer Flies)4 days ago in Free Verse

Jerome Bucolic CHARACTER SHEETJÉRÔME BUCOLICO BASIC OName: Jérôme BucolicGender: MaleAge: 23O LIFE OHistory: Jérôme grew up in the same dimension as Noire and Jardin. He grew up with his parents, an older sister, an older brother and a younger brother. He didn't get along with his older brother and sister, but he played very often with his younger brother. In school he tried to befriend lots of people, older and younger than him. That way he ended up with some strange friends. One of his friends include Noire. Other than this, he had a pretty normal childhood.

Nowadays, he has become a toy collector and travels around to collect many unusual and handmade toys. He's usualJerome Bucolic CHARACTER SHEET5 days ago in Profiles

Character Creation SheetIn order for your character to be approved, you need to fill out this sheet entirely- answer every question. If you're not sure what a question means, or how to answer it, feel free to ask- I'm more than willing to help with any understanding issues. :)

So! Once you've filled this out, just submit it(along with a ref sheet drawing, if you draw/commission one) to the "Up For Approval" Folder, and I'll approve your character as fast as I can! :) (The "Up For Approval" folder is more of a way for me to keep track of any and all characters coming into the story than anything else really- I'll be making a list of all deviants involved and their cCharacter Creation Sheet1 week ago in Sketches

The WindowsShe looks through her window, taunted by what it shows her.
She sees a wonderful land, filled with an overwhelming feeling of acceptance.
She loves this untouchable world, and wishes she could stay here forever.

But she feels a shallow pit in her heart, a dark place that has not been filled.
The land in front of her is a fantasy, a mere mockery of what true happiness could be.
It feels as though happiness is not even possible now, perhaps it would stay like this forever.

But through the window, she can see a figure in the distance. Another window.
Someone stares through their end of the world, looking toward the girl.
Their windows seem to The Windows1 week ago in Free Verse

You wake up in a hospital.

At first, you don't realize you're in a hospital; you just think the power's gone out. It's dark -- pitch black -- and you can't see a thing.

You ask about him.

"Who?" they ask. "What are you talking about? There was no one with you." A nurse tells you that you were found unconscious in the woods behind the factory and that your blindness was most likely a result of head-trauma, to which you reply that your head feels fine. It was him.
He stole your eyesight.

The monster with the deer-skull face.

Of course, they don't believe you. Again, the nurse blames "head-trauma" for your "delusions," but you know whAlkalai1 week ago in Short Stories

The QuolleSpecies name: Quolle {Pronounced Qu-oh-lee}
Terrain found in: Any
Average Height: Varying sizes
Average Weight: Varying sizes

The Quolle is a human like animal with long dog like muzzles. They walk on two legs, like humans, and have mostly human hands other than paw pads on the underside of the fingers and the palm, and animal claws that are retractable in some breeds. They have tails, varying with breed, connecting from the bottom of the spine, and tend to express their emotions with them such as wagging when happy or twitching them when upset or interested. They have fur on the top of their heads that have been seen styled in different wayThe Quolle1 week ago in Profiles

~.:Amelia's Story Part 10 Ending Chapter.:~

Amelia the Deer: were back!!
Sonic: hey you stole my line.... -_-;
Amelia the Deer: what!? no i didn't.....
Sonic: sure ya did.... *says it sarcastically*
Amelia the Deer: okay......-_-
Sonic: so what do we do now?
Amelia the Deer: we go go home now i guess until there is someone in need of our help...
Sonic:........ okay
Amelia the Deer: yes
Sonic: yeah...... :)
NobleMaiden the Hamster: yeah i guess we could stick around here for awhile *winks*
SnowSpeed Quickster the Hedgehog: exactly........
Sonic: the more the merrier i suppose
Amelia the Deer: yeah!!!
Freeze the Bat: yeah it's a col place so i'm sticking around for awhile
Valine the ~.:Amelia's Story Part 10 Ending Chapter.:~2 weeks ago in Profiles

~.:Amelia's Story Part 9.:~

Amelia the Deer: what just happened? O_O; Sonic:........ idk
Amelia the Deer: what!?
Sonic: nothing
Amelia the Deer: okay......
Sonic: so what do we do now?
Amelia the Deer: we go find out what made that explosion
Sonic:........ are you crazy?!
Amelia the Deer: hehe.... yeah what's wrong with that?!
Sonic: nothing........
NobleMaiden the Hamster: i agree with sonic you're not going alone Melody the Husky&Caliburnette: yeah...... i agree.....
SnowSpeed Quickster the Hedgehog: exactly........
Sonic: okay i guess we have no choice but to go see that explosion incident
Amelia the Deer: yeah!!!
Freeze the Bat: better watch out you guys better b~.:Amelia's Story Part 9.:~2 weeks ago in Profiles

The Chicken CoopI was four years old when it happened,
Four years old and ignorant of the world and all its horrors.
I was innocently exploring when I came across a little house.
I heard a tremendous murmur.
The wild din terrified but intrigued me
And I curiously made my way inside
To find a coop of fat and playful hens chattering.
They were oblivious or perhaps indifferent to me at first
So closer and closer I scooted,
Closer and closer to the hens
And closer and closer to a bitter realisation.
Then, suddenly they caught me,
They attacked me and brought me to the cold, hard ground,
Pecking me with their malicious beaks
And stabbing me with their icy glares.The Chicken Coop2 weeks ago in Free Verse

SeekingSilver glass; darkened corridors; white robes. These are things I remember distinctly. The woman - the tall woman, with the glasses and the sharp eyes and the suit - spoke to us, giving us a very brief analogy of our present situation, and then we were led away down the hallway, through a door, and into semi-darkness.
I recall distinctly every emotion that ran through me in those moments - these, and the physical things, too. I remember, for instance, that Carel was looking around, and that his dark hair was ruffled up at the back, like he'd been running his hands through it. When his gaze - deep, rich brown, with the faintest hints of somethSeeking2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters

The Wandering ForestsThe Grinusil (Wandering Forests) were once an ancient race of tree spirits that thrived as great forests across the continents. Born of the roots of the Nematri (Mother Trees) and forever bound to protect them, Grinusil cultivate in formidable masses of impenetrable jungles. The sheer size of the most ancient souls allowed them to reproduce down the impassable mountains from which they emerged across many leagues.

The Nematri, akin to the matriarch of an elephant herd, were the immense roots of wisdom and being within the colony. In return for their life and knowledge, her loyal saplings grew to great lengths to feed her yearning mind. WithoThe Wandering Forests2 weeks ago in Short Stories

PetalsAnd thoughts of flowers blown asunder,
Little Petals soft in blowing wonder.
Wild as the whipper wind, then why not as friends?
Petals thin as morn air
Standing nigh strong, never a care.
Tall, proud and regale,
So when fallen in beauty I do not weep,
For memory's of petals I forever keep.
Thoughts of rose hushed petals blown ever asunder.
As I the victor, watch ever in wonder.Petals2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Oh DeerOh deer,
How you stand so beautifully,
Under the mid summer sun,
You're brown fur,oh how smooth as silk.

Oh deer,
As you're figure draws a shadow across the blooming meadow,
That we both are standing in,
I'm looking at you in awe,but you, you give me no expression at all.

Oh deer,
Though my heart melts at you're warm chocolate eyes,
I can't stay mad at you,
Not just because of you're perfect beauty
But oh,how you're so calm with the earth,
It calms me right down too

Oh deer
How you're gracefulness,
it Leaves me stunned as you Jump away from me,
You're head held high and you're antlers so tall,
They reach towards the sky.

Oh deer,
I don't Oh Deer2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Disney VS Disney: Winnie The Pooh VS BambiIn a restaurant in Hopkinsville Kentucky, me & Myranda are eating Italian dishes.

Hello everyone, it’s me pikachubuneary, your deviantart pal. Welcome to the next installment of my Disney VS Disney Reboot.

An image of classic black & white Mickey & modern Mickey engaged in a key blade battle appears.

O Fortuna: STAAAAAAAAATU VARIABILIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS

Myranda: Megh…why didn’t they put any parmesan on this lasagna?

Me: What is it about forests that people like so much? Does it make a good setting for animated movies or do people seek a purpose in helping to protect it? Well whatever the reason, it’s gonna be Disney VS Disney: Winnie The Pooh VS Bambi2 weeks ago in Settings

The Thief and the White Stag “What did ye want, tae make me look like a daft idiot?” The young archer flung aside his bow and quiver and flopped down on a large patch of moss, throwing an arm over his eyes to groan as if on the verge of death.
The White Stag standing nearby among the heather and ferns shook its wiry ruff and snorted, a smile twitching the corners of its mouth. “Naething of the kind!”
“Thoorn, ye told me ye sensed someone in th’ woods… ye could’ve added that they were a girl! I might ‘ave shot her!”
It was early morning, the air damp and quiet and cool with mist. The two had splitThe Thief and the White Stag2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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