[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

I wish I had a river...

DolphinGirl4Ever


Frozen River
Please, just call me River.


Female
Do I seem like a boy to you?

...I could skate away on.

the extra is a wip

[dinosoar]

Username:
My username is Dawnmist001, but I normally go by dawn c;
Name of deerssert:
I would name her Manteau, which is French for 'Coat' :3 I think it fits her c:
Gender:
This girl is definitely a girl to me, I just can't see her any other way c:
Winter image or gif:
<< Right over there c:
One extra:
WIP

[whisky]

Username:
Name of deerssert:
Gender:
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One extra:

I will try my hardest for this girl <3

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username: Aysan1
Name of deerssert:

Oddete

Oddete

Gender: Female
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One extra:

story of how I got my coat.

"Sing for me Oddete," A coarsly appearing male said, standing in front of her like this big Jovian figure. She complied only with a nod, as if accepting her fate and what she was told instantly. She listened to him well but there was one thing she would never accept of his requests. "And marry me." he made his usual request, what a triumphet voice as he did, and she responded with her usual curt decline. "No." Before walking on her way. His friends had gotten used to this gest that was all of but. She made her way up the steps towards the podiums that scattered themselves at the top of the steps, and towards a large black insutrment that could have substututed for a table. Fraily hopping up onto the insturment, she gave him an indignant smile from over her shoulder before opening her lips to sing.

"I sleep in the dark of night
I sleep in hid corners closed from life
The drapes cover me away from light
And the voices of outside become whispers
So far away from a frail girls touch,"

Her voice a soft apitomy of depth touched the walls and corners of the dinned building and echoed off the roof. She whisped away herself from the insturment and touched the rails of the upper stairs, bare feet arching up, touched them and leaned foreward, as if trying to signal a breach of strength.

"You've made me strong
The horrible fright
The pain of a fragile heart
I'd like to say that's all gone
Lost far too deep in the darkness
To be found again
You've made me strong
In the night
I used to fear,"

A spark of emotion flicked into her voice and it kept going, not just passion but loosely hidden rougher feelings embeddded in there, in every word she sang. Her hands stroked the smooth wooden railing and a smile flickered onto her lips again, and again her eyes directed themselves towards the larger males with a pure emotionless indignance.

"Maybe if the story can be told again
I'd sing again
Of how you ruined a frail girls life
How you ruined a poor girls life
How she dreams of an opened skyied night
And instead she got closed doors
And a locked heart,"

There was a pause in her breath, wile she sang she had made her way away from the rail and halfway down the stairs, a pause that was more awkward than anyone could of guessed. With complete silence taking over the building, the only thing that made noise was her footsteps hitting the steps as she made her way down.

"And how she still hopes to run away into the night
Far away from her ruined life..."

My parents might have chosen you but I havn't. As their eyes met once more he smirked as if reading her mind. "Oh my dear such lovely songs you sing in your lark voice." He had never been very nice, even since he was a young child and at those times they had been forced together by the small amount of children their home presented. If her mother wasn't so nitpicky, and if her father didn't want her to be so social and if his family hadn't been such dark secrets this wouldn't be happening.. They wouldn't have even known each other, a specialy not like this. But there were few in her town that were her age and he was one of those few, so ever since they had first met they had been destined to meet again, for the sharp eyes of their families ensured it.

She grunted slightly at him, moving with her graceful stature around the din to pick up old left over platters from previous customers from the day before. As soon as evening had hit they had all strolled their ways back home and ah, what a pity, what a funny pity that this was her home. The platters clattered as she stacked them, one after another over top of each other, and clattered even more as she walked towards the large counter that had shoved itself undenath the stairs and hall of the upstairs. As she placed them down a rattle of snow flocked into the already cold building, sprinking wight dust along the wooden floor like a carpet.

It stayed there for a few seconds, on the frozen ground that she stepped on, and slowly melted to cool water beneath her feet. "That's enough Oddete." With a silent hiss she pushed the awkward stools and chairs back into their place, beneath the round tables and bar counter. Of course with his always dominearing voice you couldn't think, so loud and controlling. "That's enough, Oddete." She froze, an agitation like no other pushing itself onto her face and she pushed the last chair in at one slightly small, awkwardly round, bar table.

"Couldn't be more controling if you tried, could you Dansius?" Her haughty responce was met with an even haughter fit of boisterous laughter from Dansuis', imature, friends. The anger on her face was obvious but on his face it took a whole new level, she could still look impish but he struck to appearance that could scare the devil himself. "You blunder of a doe," he said as he shoved a wooden chair over with the easiest of movements, as if he was only lifting his hand on nothing but air. "Havn't you learned already that you should know your place." Oh... but there is no place for me Dansius. A remark that was left unsaid, silent but begrudging, disgruntled and a bit melancholy, no doubt. "I have been patient and if you don't shut up I swear I will-" And before he could finish the shutter began to shake from a loosely closed window that soon smacked itself open with a brooding strength.

"Swear you will-- what?" The strength in her voice shook her, small feminen fists trembling by her sides, their scars and marks of labour bourn on like permanent tattoos, never to be left forgotten or unfelt, and she felt somehow she had to get back for that. Get back whatever it was that she had lost in the many years that she stayed beside him, near him... Her life, her innocent mind, her anything. Her smile, her free will, her freedom and the chance to just breath and take to the world like she'd like, instead of like a clipped bird whom always sits perched on it's owners shoulders. And maybe it nips and bites a little, because that is what she does. Nips and bites at his head, gets him angry, pisses him off in spite of anything with good will or bad that he mite throw at her. Mostly bad, perdictably bad. "Leave Oddet! Go to your mother and come back when you have learned to behave." Behave...? She paused but before saying anything she turned, stepped to the door and pulled her thin wight, glass like shoes on and walked straight out that wooden building, the door creaking smoothly, yet oddly, behind her.

Go back to your mother and come back when you learn... to behave? Was there any chance? Was there ever any chance that she could find another way, not be stuck with still this life? Or was it just as he said, she'd have to go to her mother, she'd have to come back to him... later rather than sooner. What freedom was there? A gulp slipped through her throat and a chill down her thin spine. What freedom, what life? She was trapped. Endlessly like that bird with clipped wings, pale, wight and fragile, unable to fly. Caged really, forever scorned to hop around on anyones shoulder as they told her, no way of going free.

With her thoughts going crazy within her brain the young lady didn't notice some group of fellows sitting their at the wall of a particularly wierd building, and with not noticing she came to accidently trip on ones foot and catch herself at the last minute. "Sorry." She, with her emotionaly struck face, turned herself to stare at them, lips pursed and eyes quivering as she pulled a strand of hair back, away from her eyes trying to stand properly. A young fellow or two stared at her from that excitable group and a few many older, with age in their eyes and stories to tell, did too, stare that is, at her.

"Oh, nothing to worry about," one voice said. She took that as her cue to leave but apparently it wasn't, because there was more talk coming her way. "Would you like to sit with us? Listen to our stories..." She gave them a smile and tried to decline but they spoke again. Wasn't there ever a time to go? An old man, looking wise, smiled curtly at her and spoke his story. "I once went tracking through the Calivarian Deserts. The sun beat down on you until, you could not breath, you were so out of life. And I went searching through such cold states, colder than this. I had a brother when I travled through that cold land, but I lost him to the cold and cruelty." People made solemn noises and something that sounded like mumbled ahmens. "I wonder where he is now, at times." There was a silence of some sorts.

"Maybe he is still trecking through the cold lands we learned to know so well. Of course it's sad. I thought i'd be with him forever. But now a sky and clouds seperate us, and heaps of snow." oddete blinked, frosty snow flakes falling onto her lashes, chilling her even more. Was it her fury, her anger, that made her not notice that she walked out in the most open of outfits? Clothes so thin and frugal that the cold bit right through them, of course she dressed as a lady, but as a lady of the inside sorts, not a lady of the outside cold. She hadn't noticed it, the way she had shivered as she hugged herself, listening to the story the old man told. But the cold didn't keep her mind from wheering about, she still blinked and breathed, hazy breathes showing themselves out of her lips. Trapped bird was she that still stood in the freezing cold with nothing of her own to truelly do. Her next set of words were a surprise, almost to her and to her mind, it would upset her family, but not these people whom listened with carefulness to her quivering, serious, words.

"Ha! What a blight, funny isn't it... life? It's all just a big lie." She breathed through the cold air. "What hope is there except for the cold snows path. Someday it may turn me blue and make me fall asleep." She took a pause, staring at them with an abscence of emotions, yet a seriousness in her eyes. "Forever, maybe."

This sent them shivering, the small few people that sat in the streets had survived just as well as she. "Dear, would you do me a favour?" Oddete turned to the place the voice had come from and nodded, a small spark of curiousity lifting her. "Take my coat and keep yourself warm and when your confidence has warmed as well take it with you on whatever adventure you may go on." Adventure... "Alright." He smiled, something warmer than before. "And you mite even see freedom or something of the sorts," there was some cheery, warm laughter that echoed from the crowd of them, nothing like the drunken, unrequited, laughter of the din. The din, let's not remember darkened unwarned memories. "Take good care of it." They all smiled at her, a lot of teeth and curved lips, and she smiled back, not even sure whom the coat had been given by. "Thank you.." She breathed, as she walked on her way, blinking at the outer walls of buildings and streets everything almost a new sort of messed up than it had been before. Though she still let a soft smile graze her lips, pulling the soft coat onto her. Aah, what did freedom feel like? Adventure? What did it smell like? Like this coat, or maybe something different. Was it cold or was it warm? What did freedom feel like? A wonder to this world. A wonderful thought for that caged bird in its soft warm coating.

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❅ ｍａｕｖｅｌｏｕ . ｆｒｏｓｔｙ . ｄｅｃｅｍｂｅｒ❅




✦ one extra - a poem ✦

hush, my dear, don't make a sound
lest the stars come tumbling down.
as silences falls like specks of moon,
and the air is light with empty tune,
soften footsteps, muffled by sheets -
of sweetened clouds come down to rest.
and hooves dance down the cobbled streets,
the world is lucky that is so blest.
for skies stained pink with merry might,
shop windows lit and gold.
a street is painted in colored light,
fall asleep - you won't feel the cold.
so hush, my dear, the night is young
and feathers drift from angel's wings
to settle around you, songs are sung
and our God's child is he who sings.

--- username ❄
vintage;;

--- name of deerssert ❄
Mauvelou Frosty December

✦ the Mauvelou originates from the French word "mauve," meaning a shade of pastel reddish-pink.
I added the "Lou" because it seemed to fit well with the rest
✦ the "Frosty" came from the term "frost," meaning the ice form of water droplets.
It also came from Frosty the Snowman, and the dessert called a "frosty", which is a delicious type of milkshake.
✦ the December, of course, came from the month this baby represents for me
✦ pronunciation: * mah - vah - loo . fross - tee . dess - semm - burr *

--- gender ❄

why, female, of course!

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[Kenjaku]

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u.sername: graham
n.ame of deerssert: Abasso --> shortened form of vis true name, Wabasso. Wabasso was the Native American god of white goods and the guardian of the north. You can read up on vis history here.
g.ender: genderless

[story here]

going to drop out, but lovely work, applejack! :D

[Flowerdust]

reserved ; v ;

[Flicka]

Username: flicka
Name of deerssert: Ice Queen
Gender: female
Winter image or gif:
One extra: wip

[Tiger111]

Username:
Tiger111

Name:
Northern

Gender:
Female

Winter GIF:


Art:

[knifedoq]

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ❅

hi, I'm carpe diem

ｎａｍｅ❅

this deersserts name is nevicata, meaning snow in italian

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ❅

nevicata is female

ｉｔ'ｓ ｓｏ ｃｏｌｄ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ❅

photo is not mine
source

ａｎｄ ｏｎｅ ｌａｓｔ ｔｈｉｎｇ❅

-insert art here-