It was early.


Much earlier than usual and he was wide awake, with a kind of ill dizziness in his step. Light feet padded the cool carpet of the plush rug that stretch the hall and a small, young hand trailed fingers over the grain of the wall.

He turned left, down another corridor. Then, another left and a right, passing countless other doorways that led to opulent rooms. How many were there? He’d lost count.

The boy picked up his stride, a brisk walk, now, and short wisps of red hair danced at his cheeks. As he traveled, his eyes wandered over the lavishness of the home he was trekking, over the walls and their skillfully engraved borders, to the frames that hugged rich, heavy doors. He loved his place. He loved it like he loved its lord, one of the only two he entrusted his heart to.

One of only two he could ever feel truly responsible for.

He was almost there.

Like a child, he entered the room, humbled by its size, its immensity. Of all the rooms in the great home, this one had to be the absolute most impressive. Walls that stretched high as cliffs, all lined with books and numerous other shelves within the room held many, many more. Countless. There had to be a book for every star that dotted the night sky.

Paces away was a desk- a study, just as grand in scale as the room that housed it and the man that governed it. Behind the desk was a tall, comfortable chair. Dark, earthy suede covered its every inch and where it didn’t, there was solid, polished wood that was intricately and masterfully carved to depict scenes from a history long past. Seated in it was a man, equally tall, finely muscled, and boasting the purest white of complexions. His head and shoulders were draped with tresses of silky black hair.

He didn’t avert his eyes from a thick book that was balanced carefully in one palm.

Basically, the entire Forest is paused. My deer can move, but nobody else does.
Like last night I moved Emmy close to a deer with a picto glitch who was running in place. As soon as she was nuzzling distance away from them, they stopped moving and they would look the same direction she would.

Right now there's a deer who laughed the moment the picto cluster dispersed, and whenever I rotate the camera away and back to them, they laugh.

I've tried doing ctrl w, which almost always fixes my Forest when it does this, but lately it does not work.
Restarting the program doesn't help, neither does restarting my laptop.


This has been happening off and on for a while, but just a few nights ago it started getting really bad.


Suggestions? 8C

--coming soon

Ever wonder how it would be to live in the sky
In the heavens in the place so high
I did until that one day
When i met the one who was sent away
Who feel from the skies, for some kind of crime
I dare not ask what, for it is for him to say, and maybe he will in time

Instead I ask what it was like to fall
He told me of the tragedy and sorrow and how when you try to fly back it is like a wall
Keeps you in the world parted
From the place in whch you started
I would have liked to live so high,
But now i fear falling from the sky

Crybaby, the Fallen Angel, from high above
In the place ruled by the one, represented as the white dove
The 'Lord Almighty' as some do say
To him do some humans pray
But to Crybaby, the one who fell
Whether or not he hates this one, only time will tell

The reason is as yet unknown to me
As to why he came to be
On this earth, away from his home,
And why he was left forever to roam
Though forever may be a lie
Is it possible for the fallen to die

Do they recieve forgiveness, or are they punished more
Kicked out, thrown out the door
Once again, back to the world that they just left
I used to dream of Flying High
Now all I can think of is Falling From the Sky.

The surgeon looks down on me,
I would look at what he is doing but I am afraid to see
He is cutting into my chest
And I wish I could rest
I don't want to be awake and see this sight
Well...at least he dimmed the light
And in that moment I felt it
I lost my heart to the surgeon

My beating heart decorates the antlers on top of his head
It is not alone, so many others are there, staining his antlers blood red
Yet as i look closer, I can see
That he appears so carefree
About the insanity he knows is there
I wonder if any one day he would seem to care
I would ask, but I can't seem to speak
Without my heart I am so weak
I lost my heart to the surgeon

The best and bright, he was one
Was and is, his skills were second to none
Yet one simple thing can change you
Change the things that you say, the things you do
And that's what happened to this one, fallen from grace
Who saw what life really is, not as a grand game or race
I would say that I feel sad
Or for what he did I should be mad
But I can't because I lost my heart to the surgeon

Twisted words from the mouth of the sinner
He could have once been a winner
But then he saw he was living in a world so dark
That no laughter can come anymore, from a tickle or a lark
While it is reality
What he sees, is called Insanity
And it all stemmed from a moment of clarity
I lost my heart to the surgeon.

Two people, can sometimes fight
Their paths straying away from the light
But in other times, two people can,
Show the greatest kindness of the race of man.
And with these two, that is all I can say
Their outlook as bright as day
Faunet and Adrian, one look and you will see
How kind some people be

Sometimes the days are rough
and the battles against cruelty are tough
But with these two near
By your side, the answer will become clear
And the sun will rise and you will see
That to win, you show how kind some people be

Of course the outlook isn't always so cheery
The skies can darken and become quite dreary
But if you look harder and find
The two that all will say are kind
Then everything will be easier to see
And you will know how kind some people be

One may walk alone
The other may talk and moan
But yet still all through the day
They will help you, come what may
An to that I say, let's you see
How kind some people be

Faunet and Adrian are only part
Of one great giving heart
In the place we call our home
Where we laugh with friends and alone can roam
But they will always let you see
How kind even a single person can be.

What do you want from me

Just tell me now

Why are you closing in

What do you wnat from me

Its plain to see whatever you want

Youll take by force

But let me tell you this


Im not so easily broken


By someone as greedy as you

Now before this fight begins

Do you mind telling me what you want

But dont forget youll never win


Because I will defend myself

And not let others take control

There might have been a time

When I would not resist

But now Im in control

Now I have a voice

And it will be heard

So please tell me what it is you want

That you will never have.

The blue one from the sands
One from one of the great lands
Persia, a land of warriors and strength
Who's power spread a great length
Yet this one is different, he seems less
For he is quiet, keeps to himself I guess
For fear that, he is sent away
For friends, he will pray
He will ask, and beg but never demand
That One from the land of Sand

It's beautiful writing adorns his fur, the purple blue of evening sky
And you can see, the grace and elegance, of those people once so high
And because of this, even though now they are gone
He still can live on
Without the kingdom in the land
A land filled with sand
A last relic of the great time
A place where one may know, the great rhythm and rhyme
Of the flow of time
A flow, measured in Sand
Did he once see it? The One From that Land.

Sad and lonely he does seem
But from what I can gleam
That one, is happy and kind
Even if the words don't come from his mind
But straight from the heart
Without a thought before his lips do part
The words may be wrong
But the meaning will be clear before long
When speaking to the one from the Sands

First Impressions matter to some
But the more I research, i see, that its not about what is now, but what can become
Time can teach so much to us, if only
We watch and listen we would see he wasn't lonely
Maybe the first time we see
We instantly decide what type of person they be
But from reading and learning about this man from a distant land
That those impressions can be blown away easily as sand.