Learn to read, learn to respectTo begin with - this journal is not directed at my fans, it's merely a general observation I made.
I have just visited a profile page of an artist I know. He posted a journal in which he apologized to his fans for not being able to do requests and art trades, because he was busy in real life. I've seen quite a few people on DA post similar journals, in moods raging from apologetic to furious, so it no longer surprises me. The point is - this particular artist has already posted a similar journal a couple of months ago. Apparently, one journal is not enough. That, or people are analphabets.
For this reasons, I have a big request to everybody - learn to read. Before you ask somebody for a request take your time to do your research. Most artists have stamps saying "I don't do requests", or journals stating that. Some have folders in their galeries destined for "Art for others". Some even have FAQs in which you'll find all the information you need. Trust me, having to answer an obvious que
Bambi 3: The way of the deerBambi 3: The way of the deer9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: The happy family
The day was simply beautiful. Sunny. Not even a cloud on the sky. It wasn't too hot. A gentle wind blew. And this smell of fresh air… Yes, it had rained yesterday, so it was really nice.
The weather was just perfect for taking a walk around the forest, to see if everything is fine.
Bambi enjoyed the magical atmosphere of his green kingdom. He loved the sight of wonderful high trees around him. He loved the sound of the birds and the torrent. He loved the smell of fresh air and flowers. He loved the feeling of soft grass underneath his feet. He just loved everything about his kingdom and his life.
–Dad! Dad, wait, I'm right behind yoo…!!!!
A small male fawn tripped over and landed with his nose in the flowers. Bambi smiled softly. His son was so adorable. So much like he once was.
–Lato! Are you alright? –a female fawn about Lato's age asked, as s
As Scar is born - contest entryAs scar is bornAs Scar is born - contest entry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Taka ran into the night, the land in front of her barren and empty. She was out of her father's kingdom, but she couldn't care less. The tears she shed mixed with the blood from the gash the old king gave her, limiting her vision. A part of her was thankful for the physical pain, for it drew her attention away from the sore in her heart. But the other part of her the bigger one hated Uru for what he had done. As the princess ran and her muscles started to burn from exhaustion, her mind filled with the images of her father. His face surrounded by the blood-red mane, as wild as a storm and as destructive as one. But suddenly the mane was not fluffy anymore. All the hair turned into flames, and the lion's face was now twisted in pain, oh so excruciating pain. And then his fur, almost as red as his mane, was soaking wet. Wet with his own blood. Blood dropping to the ground beneath him, dropping in waterfalls. And above it all stood she. She, Taka, laughing lik
The culture of the Land of Free LionessesThe culture of the Land of Free LionessesThe culture of the Land of Free Lionesses3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Land of Free Lionesses consists of a vast mountain range, most commonly known as the Wild Mountains. Little is known about the land, for hardly anybody who entered it managed to get out alive. As for its inhabitants let me put it this way: mothers often warn their cubs that a wild lioness from the mountains will take them away if they misbehave.
A typical lioness of this pride is the size of an average normal lion. Free Females are usually very fit and muscular. Their fur is typically very fluffy. Some of the Free Females grow semi-manes, so they can be mistaken for males by foreigners. The most common coloration is shades of gray, sometimes brown.
The power is passed in female line only. There are queens, and no kings. Almost every male cub born to the pride is killed right after birth. Legend says that the pride used to be ruled by males, who were cruel and treated females like slaves. But one da
Bambi 3: Chapter 2: RogaBambi 3: Chapter 2: Roga9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bambi 3: The Way of the Deer by GreatMarta
Chapter 2- Roga
By the time the royal family reached the glade, many other deer have assembled there. Young males were practicing fighting and young females watched them. The adults were lying in shadows of the trees or feeding on the fresh grass, keeping an eye on the fawns, who were running around in joy. The sighs of other children having good time playing made Lato rush at them to join the game, leaving his sister and parents behind.
–Lato, wait! –cried Lila, as she ran after her brother. But he wouldn't listen. He noticed a small group of fawns his age. Two of them were charging at one another, and the others watched and cheered for them. Fighting! That's what males find exciting!
Just as Lato reached the group, one of the fighters, a grayish fawn with green eyes, made his opponent fall on his back and stood upon him with a smirk. He won.
–Wow! That was fast! So cool! –Lato cheered.
The Daggers - Moving OnGalaka's eyes fastened onto the lean and quick form of a female as she danced under heavy paws, slipped between jaws, and somersaulted over the back of a large male, using his weight and power to her own advantage. He allowed a tiny spark of interest, of life, to grace his otherwise dull blue eyes, but there were no smiles to be had from the greying general. The day he found out that the right paw he had danced the dance of death with was his own child, his own blood, he had been enraged. He denied. He made up excuses to soothe his soul, but he ended here anyway. As this.The Daggers - Moving On2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A rock. With no feelings but the deepest of sorrows and the darkest of despair.
A spark of rebellion would flare up every now and then, to defend him from his own accusations. To make him the lion he was before, but it was that lion who had made him what he was now. How could have known that was his child? He was a splitting image of Ledimo! Ice blue eyes, a brown mane, two-colored rings around his eyes while Galaka's
Bambi 3 Bambi 3Bambi 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ronno glared into Bambi's eyes filled with hatred. It was so not fair!
Ronno was older, stronger, and braver than Bambi so why didn't Faline choose him? Ronno felt like grabbina a man's gun and shooting Bambi. He wanted Bambi to die. Faline
didn't deserve him, she deserved Ronno. It was as plain as possible.
Bambi stared into Ronno's eyes. As much as he hated to do it, Bambi
knew that he would have to exile Ronno when they were both older otherwise
Ronno would cause way to much misery. Yet, Bambi still felt a little sorry for Ronno.
C'mon, Bambi, don't think like that you'll turn soft. Bambi told himself,
yet for some reason, Bambi couldn't shake the feeling off of him. Why did he feel sorry for R
The Chronicle of the PridelandsThe Chronicle of the Pridelands by GreatMartaThe Chronicle of the Pridelands3 years ago in Settings More Like This
000 Dhahabu is born
025 Dhahabu (25) unites the three prides and establishes the kingdom of Pridelands; Dhahabu (25) marries Kanika (19), Bashira (22) and Tamu (16); Tamirat (42) the father of Tamu is appointed as the king's advisor
026 Hai is born to Bashira (23), Kiburi is born to Kanika (20)
030 Hodari is born to Bashira (27)
033 Shanta and Chakra are born to Kanika (27)
039 King Sadiki of the East gifts his daughter Tahiya to the Pridelands
040 Abayomi is born to Tamu (31)
042 Ndoto is born to Tahiya
041 Refugees from the Black Valley, lead by king Bakari (38), come to the Pridelands
047 King Bakari of the Black Valley (44) marries princess Hai of the Pridelands (21); Refugess from the Black Valley leave the Pridelands, lead by their king and his new queen
048 Bashasha is born to Hai (22); The Great Quake takes place; Chakra (15) and Tamirat (68) die (along with a few others); Bashira (45) survives, but is
Faceless bios -The Spirit PrideThe Sheilding FatherFaceless bios -The Spirit Pride3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Pride Affiliation: Runner Pride (birth) Rogue (choice)
Relations: Mate to Duni; Father to Dhalilasha, Suhaila, Rayha
Sanjari is a white-born cub born to anequally white-born mother in the runner pride and when placed together with his playmates, he instant draws the eye for he is paler than Veldtlanders usually come. The King and Queen are ecstatic, giving the child and his mother the finest of care in hopes that they will stay and contribute their white blood to the royal line via grandchildren.
Sanjari does not enjoy the attention the pride heaps on him and hides away whenever he can, a hard task considering the Veldt's landscape. There were few trees and bushes, so the long grass would have to do, but eventually he outgrew this hiding place as well. As if the lionesses of the pride weren't enough, always wanting to cuddle or cubsit, he'd had to deal with the angry prince Morani. The male did NOT like him one bit, this
Clear PathZira watched the two cubs interact from the hidden position amongst the grass, barely able to keep the growl in her throat muffled. Her adopted son, Kovu, had not only disobeyed her orders to stay with Nuka and away from the Pridelands but worst still, was PLAYING with the princess and daughter of her mortal enemy, King Simba. She wanted nothing more then to spring out and smack the stupid whelp away from her charge; she didn’t want that silly princess filling her Kovu’s head with ridiculous ideas. But Zira knew better then to attack one of Simba’s own, having learned from past experiences to be more cautious with these types of decisions. Making sure no one was around to witness it and that Simba and his pride weren’t waiting to strike, she finally removed herself from her hiding spot and step forward into the tiny clearing.Clear Path2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Upon seeing his mother, Kovu stopped playing, eyes going wide and body contracting into a ball. Kiara didn’t quite get why Kovu was