Deer adoptables -; hiatus

[lola843]

Okay, after some delay I've gone through the bids over and over again before I finally could make up my mind about this.

The lucky winner this time is lola843, congratulations!
Here's the code for your deer. :3

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Thank you everyone who participated!
New deer to write for will be up in the next few days, keep your eyes open. c:

Oh, my goodnes!!!! Thank you soo much I LOVE him, I may be biased but I think he may be the coolest one yet!!!!! *Starts thinking about an epic name for him*

I got it!! He shall be called κόκκινος δαίμονας (Red demon in greek)

[Darkest.Nation]

I cannot wait for another deer to come out!

[~Døctør • Whø~]

Nice deer :3 But a lot of people may try out for this deer,and I can't find time to write for her.Other than that,I really like her ^^))

[Temperance.]

[Absolutely ADORE this deer <3 Definitely trying out.]

[Trollestia]

All I remember was, I was running, the noise was so painful I had to get away before it caught me.
I could feel my heart beating faster than it had ever in my life, my legs going as fast as they could.
Then, the light was so bright and so amazing I was hypnotized. I stopped I thought the lights would
protect me but I was on the ground in the mud I just lay there, motionless trying to get up. Other
deer ran past leaving me behind *BANG* the noise was back but I couldn't get up I tried to stay
awake but I was getting more and more weak until everything just blacked out...

I woke and I stood up with no pain or difficulty my legs weren't in pain anymore. I looked around but
nobody was there, I walked over to the water to get a drink but my reflection was different, I was
white with light brown markings like mud. I ran into the water trying to get the mud off but it
didn't work. I walked out off the water *BANG* I was on the ground again, this time there was no
way I was going to get up...

I can't write but here's a story anyways! xD

[Madison143]

Trying out for the doe

The young spotted doe gracefully arched her neck looking around her. Though now it was no suprise for her she still studied her surroundings. Several days ago humans had attacked her herd and knocked her out. They had taken her and released her in a paddock. The fences were secure and made deer proof. Though her instincts told her to run and leave there was no where to go. She was surrounded by many other paddocks where does, bucks, and even horses and cows were also pent up. She was not the only one trying to escape though. Right next to her was a black buck kicking at the secure walls of his pen. But some of them, the ones who had been there longer submitted to the humans and would even let them touch and interact with them. She could see a human walking towards her pen now. He had a bucket of water and a carrot-to tempt me into liking him. Though I knew I would someday trust these humans I was not ready to give up my freedom yet. The man whistled and the buck looked up and stopped. The man grinned and filled up my water then went to the buck and gave him the carrot. It was strange, the buck wanted to leave yet he trusted the man. She shook her head confused. Well she had enough, she was thirsty. Trotting across the pen she went to her water and took a gulp of water, then another. It was growing dark and she went to the shed in the left corner of the field where she lay down tired.
The next day came too quickly and was suprised to see the man in her pen walking towards her with a rope in hand. She snorted but let him aproach and put the rope around her neck. The man led her out of her paddock and for a moment she believed that he would let her go. But then he took her to a smaller ben with a pole in the middle and tied the other end to it. A woman left her a bucket of water and her hay but she was not hungry. As the day passed many people came and looked at her. Man, women and children.
Though She did not know it, she was being sold!

[LostGosling]

My Form for the Piebald Doe

Username: LostGosling
Name: Flurry
Story: The frightened doe bounded desperately over the thin layers of powdery snow. The rising sun cast a golden light over the horizon, causing the icey ground to shimmer like thousands of glittering diamonds. A breeze whipped up as Flurry made a sharp turn, lightly dusting her with frost. Her heart pounded in her chest with a kind of fear that most creatures only get to feel once. She was being hunted.
Flurry could feel their hungry eyes on her, the rythmatic clatter of their claws against the ice drawing near. She almost lost them back in the thicket, but she had been too weary to get away before they spotted her again. Each gasp of breath an icey stab to her lungs, she couldn't hold out much longer. As she picked up speed, she could feel the ice packing tighter and tighter into her hooves. But she had to keep moving. Her very life depended on the outcome of this one treacherous morning. Suddenly, she lost traction and began to slide.
Flurry saw the road up ahead, but she was beyond the point of stopping. Just as she skidded out into the road, a car came whipping around the corner. Her eyes locked helplessly with the vehicles bright headlights. The white Impala swirved madly to the right in an attempt to avoid her, it's tires spinning rapidly on the ice as it slid sideways. As the lights tore away from her startled gaze, Flurry scrambled to the left in terror, the car missing her by only a few inches. She heard a series of sickening thuds just as she managed to get a foot hold and leap to the safety of the forest.
An eerie silence fell over the area as the car sped away, the wind dieing down to a low whisper. Flurry was frozen in it, like suddenly all life had went still around her. She waited for the sound of the predators to come, the sound of their greedy maws snapping eagerly, but it never came. A strong scent came rolling monotonously up the hill she had taken shelter behind, and it was the scent of blood.
Flurry gave a heavy sigh of relief as she stood there, a tremor of supressed hysteria rolling through her body. She had won, and those horrible creatures would never terrorize her kind again. As she quietly wandered back into the dense forest, she held her head high. She had lived to see another day. Another day in a world where death waits in ambush around every corner. Another day that will test her relentlessly as she fights to live through another night.

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

I think for now, I shall say she is Molten. XD

The deer loped through the forest, hurdling over burning logs and dashing between blazing trees. The monsters were back, the rest of her herd dead in the flames. She came to a meadow, and dashed across to find a blazing pond. Oh my gosh. she thought, a pond, ablaze! She had no choice as the monsters in brown with bright, shiny stripes and flat black, shiny faces came crashing through the burning forest with their heavy boots.* She took a breath and lept, feeling her flesh sizzle. Pain wormed its way up to her brain and she blacked out, not before she hit the bottom.

She awoke on a sandy edge of water, feeling young and fresh. It must have been a dream! But no, the forest was still burning and the monters coming closer. She stood on strong legs and stared at them advancing, hatred filling her so she felt hot as the fire that burned around her. Suddenly, fwish! she felt herself let go, and flames shot from her skin. She wasn't on fire, she was fire, burning, shifting, beautiful and dangerous. Deadly and radient as the sun. I am Molten. she thought. Molten reared and gave a low*, then charged at the monsters. She scattered them and ran, setting trees and the ground under feet on fire.
She ran to a lake, and plunged in, her body burned out and she came up, gasping as the bullet slipped through her neck. The blood flowed and came on top of the lake, and began to burn, slowly and haltingly, but then harder, a bonfire of a lake. Molten slipped under the small waves and sank, her body glowing red hot, and the blood flowing into fire around her, spinning a net of flame. She let out a word as she died, "Let it burn." And she disolved into flame, circling up through the water.


*1 The monsters are humans, the ones show here are wearing firemens suits.

*2 An angry noise much like a low yell.

[-Firesong-]

Beautiful. (Salmon is still and will always be my favorite but... I like this deer too).
Okay, this story is written from alternating perspectives, Melinda's (the girl) will be normal, Cornflake's (the deer) will look like this. Now, I'm going to have Melinda starting this, with a bit of background on herself. And then Cornflakes will come into play next. Just a heads up...

* * *
I couldn't be good enough for anyone. Not even in my dreams. It was this downhill battle, except not with anyone else but myself. I was my own worst enemy. I knew my worst secrets, my fears, I knew my every move. I won. Except it wasn't me, it was the other me, like that makes any sense at all. It was the bad me, the one who insisted time after time that I wasn't good enough, pretty enough. Skinny enough. Anorexic enough. I stopped eating, when the pressure to be perfect got to be too much. No one was supposed to find out. But they did.
* * *
I'm not really real. I mean, not truly. I am a statue. In some ways, by how I stand still in the same place each and every single day. 24/7, 365. But I am real in the fact that I think, I have thoughts, I process, I infer. I suppose I am a literature teacher's dream come true. Deep in my brain, I imagine that there is a file cabinet, storing my stories. Most are not exclusively my stories though. They partially belong to someone else, a confidentiality agreement of sorts. For me to know, for them to know, but for no one else to find out. Unless they decide otherwise. I can't decide. My lips are sealed. Literally. I am a statue.
* * *
They are wheeling me into the place, this prison I will stay in. It's supposed to help me. Help me "deal with my issues." I am strong enough to walk, but the nice lady wheeling me in explains liability issues as she helps me into the wheelchair. I see a deer, and I think it is real at first.
"A deer." I murmer.
"Yes," She pauses to glance fondly at the deer, as if she birthed it herself. "It's been here as long as anyone can remember."
"Oh." I wonder how long that has been, but I don't want to ask. My brain will go into overload freak out mode, and will convince me there are ghosts there. But ghosts are not real.
The nice lady frowns, the loose skin at the corners of her lips pulled down. "The paint has peeled though."
"She's still beautiful." I consider this, rolling around in my head the forbidden thoughts of food. "She looks a bit like a bowl of cornflakes."
The nice lady laughs at my observation. Not a nice laugh, really. Maybe she isn't so nice after all. Once again, I am reminded that nothing is ever what it seems.
* * *
The girl is wheeled in. Typical. She is pretty, but unnaturally skinny, gaunt even. I can see all the tendons in her neck easily, her skin is pulled far too tight around her face. Anorexia. After a century of seeing people admitted to this place, I can name their problem right off the bat. She sees me, and has a conversation with her nurse, a lady who has been working here the past 40 years. One thing naggles me, in the back of my mind. Why would an anorexic girl be thinking of cornflakes? And is my paint really peeling that badly? But, I can tell already she will be needing a reassurance, needing some help to get her out of here, needing help to get her life back. She will be needing me.
* * *
The deer was so beautiful. So captivating. Almost magical. Except for the small fact that magic does not exist, or else I wouldn't be here. But other than that, it is perfect. So... it makes perfect sense that I sneak out there in the middle of the night, to Cornflakes. I reach where she is, without setting off any alarms. I find that slightly strange, but I'm for some unknown reason so giddy it doesn't matter. I reach her, and stroke her face, notice the paint's peels, but I think she's beautiful anyways. Her black eyes are sharp, all-knowing. She almost seems real.
Then it hits me like a train. Memories flood my mind, and I almost yank my hand away from the deer in shock, but I can't. I'm frozen in time, remembering the good times. It's not from my point of view, but from an outsider's. Me as a child, riding a bike up the driveway. When I fall and ruby red blood trickles out of my knee, Mom comes to me, kisses it, and makes it all better. Me, just when I decided to stop eating. I look fine, healthy. I couldn't see it them. Me, when they found me. Me, now. Me, then. Back and forth.
"Just stop already!" I cry. "I get it! I shouldn't have done it! I'll stop."
And? A voice in my mind questions. It isn't my voice. Melinda, you think I'm beautiful despite my peeling paint, you can see past that. What do I think of you?
"You think I'm stupid to have done that." I say cautiously.
What else, Melinda?
"I don't know." I mutter.
I think you're beautiful. Just the way you were. You didn't need to change. Melinda, it's what's on the inside that counts the most. You're beautiful, inside and out.
And then the voice leaves me, and I'm standing in the middle of the lawn, and Cornflakes has not moved. But I start to believe her.
* * *
My last quest. I was to help one hundred people. Melinda was the last. She will be fine. She will get better, be better, and embrace what I told her. Because of this, I could leave now, escape this prison. Go to heaven. Or I could stay. Help some more. It is entirely my choice. Maybe it is not a prison. I have changed, and saved, too many people's lives to stop now. I stay up with them all night, because I know how to save a life.
*~*THE END*~*


M'kay, now for my explaination. This is about an anorexic girl, named Melinda. I chose this topic, because to me, that deer looks like a bowl of cereal. So I wanted to write a bit about that, anorexia... not cereal, and I also wanted that deer, Cornflakes, to help Melinda see that she really was beautiful just was. When I was writing as Cornflakes, I was writing from my own experiences because it kills me to see people I know battle that, and they can't see they're fine the way they are. And with Melinda, again, my own experiences, because that's normally the type of stuff I say to myself. Okay, I'll shutup now. Sorry if this is really horrible...

[Ki-Mono]

how do i get the one up for adopton? i don't see a forum.