♀ fem | aries | USA
“Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest.”
― Mike Norton, White Mountain
“Their life is mysterious, it is like a forest; from far off it seems a unity, it can be comprehended, described, but closer it begins to separate, to break into light and shadow, the density blinds one. Within there is no form, only prodigious detail that reaches everywhere: exotic sounds, spills of sunlight, foliage, fallen trees, small beasts that flee at the sound of a twig-snap, insects, silence, flowers.
And all of this, dependent, closely woven, all of it is deceiving. There are really two kinds of life. There is, as Viri says, the one people believe you are living, and there is the other. It is this other which causes the trouble, this other we long to see.”
― James Salter, Light Years
“Here in the trees it was much easier to believe the absurdities that embarrassed me indoors. Nothing had changed in this forest for thousands of years, and all the myths and legends of a hundred different lands seemed much more likely in this green haze than they had in my clear-cut bedroom.
Bella Swan
― Stephenie Meyer
“It would seem from this fact, that man is naturally a wild animal, and that when taken from the woods, he is never happy in his natural state, 'till he returns to them again.”
― Benjamin Rush, A memorial containing travels through life or sundry incidents in the life of Dr. Benjamin Rush, born Dec. 24, 1745 (old style) died April 19, 1813;
“He envied the bark, which had been, in the course of one lifetime, both forest and fire. One endured; one destroyed.”
― Karen Joy Fowler, Sarah Canary
Karmaloco
Flora
Female
A small female white tailed fawn that seems to have stopped growing named Fauna
I felt that a small fawn would complement the such lovely woodsy feel to her design, and gives her a gentle side.
When Flora was younger she went out deep into the forest, she wondered into a part she had never been in before and grew frightened. She began running around trying to find the right way to head back home, then she heard hoof steps behind her and she grew more scared. Flora kept running until she couldn't hear the hoof steps, she turned to look behind her and she ran into a large rock, falling backwards. When she came to she saw a small black nose in her face and jumped back, "don't hurt me!" she cried cowering down, closing her eyes, "why would I hurt you" the voice said back.
Flora opened her eyes and looked up to the voice, "oh you're just a fawn" she said relieved, "I'll have you know I'm older then I look..." the fawn responded. Flora looked over the fawn confused, "do you know how to get back to the clearing?" she asked standing back up, "I do" the fawn replied, "I'll take you there" she said walking forward. As they walked they talked about many different things, they learned each others names and grew to be the best of friends.
ce·les·tial [suh-les-chuhl]
pertaining to the spiritual or invisible heaven; heavenly; divine: like as in celestial bliss.
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