Deer adoptables -; hiatus

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I see. :3
Totally simple.

[Lions]

Beautiful and fragile possibly, but strong hearted stronger willed and forever always free. Protecting their young, giving their lives, cruel hunters mistake and their now in a grave. Standing brave and tall long legs not all, but loving and caring hearts made of gold, protective horns and giving souls, why should we harness the love and loyalty that they give? Holding them close is something we should never get. Brave and wild, hearts also made of steal, forever strong, forever willing forever loving, forever giving.

I would love to try for that little doe<3
I know, rubbish poem, I don't usually do poetry but I though I could try something different.

[west ,]

A question about breeding:
When you make the baby, would there only be one baby and will it be given out to someone else or can we keep it? And will the gender be like, 50% it will be male and 50% it will be female?

[.Ghost.]

A question about breeding:
When you make the baby, would there only be one baby and will it be given out to someone else or can we keep it? And will the gender be like, 50% it will be male and 50% it will be female?

There will only be one outcome from breeding and the owners of the parents choose who is going to keep it or if they want it to be adopted away.
As for the gender, it's a 50/50 chance.

[Temperance.]

~*~ Whisper ~*~
[What if a dream wasn't a dream?]
[What if the reality was so incredible that our minds had to subjugate it?]
[What if we are only alive when we dream?]
[What if reality is the dream?]

Dappled sunshine filtered through the branches of the aspen trees, setting the small clearing aglow with a soft, broken, sunlight. Whisper slowly stepped forward into the sunlight, closing her eyes shut with a soft contented sigh. Life was good. She had plenty of grass to graze on, the safety of the thick forest to protect her, and various other doe's for companionship. Honestly she couldn't imagine a better existence than the peaceful one she currently occupied. Predators hadn't been spotted for a long time, and though the fact that predators didn't come after the substantial amount of does was peculiar Whisper didn't wish to read into it. Gracefully dipping her head towards the ground she began to graze on the sweet grass.

The shocked snort of a young fawn pulled Whisper out of her trance-like grazing state a little while later. A young fawn was staring at her with wide, shocked, eyes. Puzzled Whisper studied him, trying to find some sign as to what was disturbing him. He was a handsome little thing, with his soft brown fur and big brown eyes, exactly like all the other deer in the valley. The young one seemed to finally work up his nerve because, still looking rather frightened, he bleated out a few words, "Y-you're coat ma'am, why-why is it so...so strange?" he gulped, his eyes widening by the second, "Your white stripes look like the bones from a carcass me and mom passed a while ago." he whispered, trembling fearfully. Snorting in shock, Whisper lifted her head quickly with a jerk. Giving a squeak of shock the young buck sprinted away to his mother who was a little ways down the field. Whatever he had said must have struck his mother as odd because she looked up towards Whisper with a puzzled frown fixated on her face. The frown quickly melted away, however, into a look of utter disbelief and even fear.

Whats wrong with them? Whisper wondered, feeling a flutter of panic in her belly as one by one the other does looked up towards her, and snorted in panic and fear. As though it had been a collective decision the does all began to file quickly out of the meadow, leaving Whisper standing there alone. What is it? Why are they looking at me that way? Whats WRONG?!? I'm just like them! I-I-I'm...just....like...them..... the thought trailed off pathetically as confusion set in on the poor doe's mind. Flashes of colour and the pained moans of other deer flashed through her mind like a memory. But...that didn't make any sense! She'd never encountered any deer moaning in pain like that!

Shocked and afraid Whisper stepped slowly towards a little pool of water and fearfully looked at her reflection. Horror swam in front of her eyes almost literally. A blood red doe, with black stockings on her legs, and almost bone-like markings along her spine stared up at her from the pool, taunting her, laughing at her naivete and oblivious belief that she was just like every other doe. "What am I? she whispered, confusion melding away slowly, ever so slowly, until only darkness remained. She had drifted into the supposed peace of sleep.

~*~*~*~

Every muscle in her body ached with a passion. Groaning softly Whisper struggled to her feet and looked around. Gone was the peaceful and beautiful meadow filled with soft sunshine, in its place were mound upon mound of blackened hills and brittle stalks of faded grass. A delicate shudder ripped through her, Where am I? she wondered fearfully, her eyes flicking skittishly around her. Here in the open, with no cover, she felt vulnerable and exposed. A sudden flash of colour up on a hilltop caught her attention, all her nerves quivering she tentatively lifted her graceful head to scent the air, "Hel-Hello? Anyone there?" she called, her voice softened in fear. Suddenly a colourful creature crested the hilltop in front of her. "Greetings Whisper. We wondered if you would dream forever." Dream...? what could this stranger possibly mean? Slowly she shook her head, "No. You must be mistaking me for someone else. I-this....it isn't real." she said emphatically, "It isn't real." she said again, as if repeating it would somehow make her believe it. The stag studied her with empathetic eyes. His pelt was a dark blue, slashed through with dark red lines, as though the claws of some horrible beast had slashed across him. Sighing softly he dipped his head.

"Whisper. You entered into the Deep Dream. The affliction that has been recently striking down our kind. You were reaching the final stages of it before you would be taken from us completely. Yet something, I don't know what, must have jolted you back to reality." Whisper snorted in disbelief, "Impossible. You are lying, THIS is the dream." the stag shook his head again, slowly.

"No dear one. You have become confused. Trapped in your own personal version of paradise. But it isn't real, nor was it EVER real." deep brown eyes bored into her. "You are of our world and that is that." he said, stamping a hoof to accent his statement. Slowly, ever so slowly, bits and pieces of memory returned to her brain. Racing on the wind across blackened hills, feasting on the sweet grass beside the few pools of crystalline water, discovering the disease sweeping through the herd that they called the 'Deep Dream', and lastly.....witnessing the death of her sister and dearest friend at the claws of the Dire wolves. After that point she remembered only running away and sinking to the earth, falling into a sweet dream....

Bowing her head painfully Whisper spoke in a strangled voice, "Then my sister is dead." a quick glance at the stag confirmed this in the way he bowed his head. Closing her eyes for a brief moment Whisper grieved silently before stepping towards the stag. THIS was her home and that was the truth. She would simply have to live with that. Yet a niggling thought wiggled into her mind, if her dream was just a dream why had the other does recognized her strangeness? Shuddering slightly she forced the thought away. There was only one reality, COULD be only one reality.

As the two deer began to walk away together neither noticed that in each of Whisper's hoof-prints, bright green grass was growing.

[What if a dream wasn't a dream?]
[What if the reality was so incredible that our minds had to subjugate it?]
[What if we are only alive when we dream?]
[What if reality is the dream?]

[.Ghost.]

Alright everyone, the 48 hours are up and I've read though everything again before choosing a winner of the doe.
The one who got the doe this time is Ѧsɧωyɳ ♀, congratulation. :3

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[Temperance.]

[Yay! Thank you so much! I love Whisper <3 Will definitely be back to try for other deer :3 Question, am I allowed to try and win another deer? Like, two in a row? Or is there a period of time I must wait before trying again? Just wondering in case I fall in love with the next one lol. Thanks again!]

[Desmond]

- One deer per person, per week, this is to give more people a chance to get one.

;) Congrats, though~

[astrocompass]

[Yay! Thank you so much! I love Whisper <3 Will definitely be back to try for other deer :3 Question, am I allowed to try and win another deer? Like, two in a row? Or is there a period of time I must wait before trying again? Just wondering in case I fall in love with the next one lol. Thanks again!]

You can win one deer one week and another the next but never in the same week. Also when adopting remember the 15 deer limit, and that you can have at max four bucks. Customs are only one a month but I believe you can win two auctions in a row o3o

Other than that congrats. You've beed added to the archives ^^

[Larynx]

These are very cool, I'm glad I stumbled onto this thread! Glad to see these lovelies besides the usual line arts. I will definitely be stalking for a deer of my own!