Well, I decided to create two more characters. *gosh darned character creation addict*

This time however, I don't plan on nessessarilly introducing them until after they grow up. Their names however... I'll leave to those who know me on other sites to figure out.

Hint: They're both named after two of my "The Dragon's Haven" characters. One is portrayed as 'mad/crazy', and the other is a secretly hopeless romantic. =P Traits I plan to keep.

I won't reveal the picto's until they're grown and have their sets ready.

Both are indeed stags, too.

*hides*

Where there was water, there was life.

That was the lesson he always understood. Nothing dead would come of the lake... nothing! The koi were immortal here... They had existed for centuries, and had the knowledge of centuries to proove, it... though few ever listened to them. 5 second memory, they say... Most untrue of words.

The grasses around the lake never seemed to wither with the cold, or shrivel in the heat. The dragonflies... how long had they been there? Their wingbeats plesant hum like music in the air.

The gray stag always slept, not near the lake, but in it. Always on that slope, which sharply dropped into the depths. He was careful about his sleeping spot, never to turn in his sleep so violently as to drop under. He chose this spot, because it was within the range of the dragonflies music, and so close to the koi... the immortal koi... who he called his friends. It didn't matter that half the time, his fur was wet while awake. He was so young, so fresh to the forest compaired to them... but he knew so much more than he should... Because he understood the wise words and spills of old knowledge the koi would tell him.
They knew of Walter's creation as an adult... They knew the first deer to ever be in the forest... they had seen the twin gods not once, but hundreds of times. They knew so much about what went on in the forest... because where there is water, there is life. All life needed the water... and thus all life would come to it.

His brown-red eyes squinted open, blinking freverously to adjust to the light of day. He lifted his head slowly, his horns half stuck in the mud. He grunted slightly, pulling his neck upward to free himself. The mud made a loud 'schlurp' sound, and a bubble popped over the surface from air caught below. Something white was in that pocket... An oddly shaped stone?

"Hello darkness, my old friend, Ive come to talk with you again"

Soft breaths rippled the surface of the water. The sun was shining, and koi of all sizes and colors swam merrilly, just below the surface. They seemed to swim perfectly between rays of sunlight. Brownish-red eyes cracked open, taking a moment to focus before their owner slowly stood up in the water. Cool water ran down his stone gray fur and dripped off like it would any dog on the street. He shook off for a moment, then flashing a smile and bowing to the koi.

"Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping"

He turned and began his way out of the lake, stopping to greet the dragonflies. There weren't anyone in sight yet. He waited a moment, then continued walking on, along the side of the river leading to the lake. The voices of a few fawns gradually began to echo in his ears. 'How nice a day it must be then', he figured. He closed his weak eyes as he walked. This was a familiar path... nothing for him to trip on.

"And the vision that was planted in my brain, Still remains"

His ears perked at the sound of running water. He was close to the crying statue. Opening his eyes again, he slowly walked into the water, dropping his head. He took a long drink before stepping under the waterfall tears, letting the cool water run over the back of his muscular neck. He really didn't mind being drenched. The sun would dry him anyway. Backing away from the crying statue, he noticed the soft snore of an older deer.

"Within the sound of silence."

Picture - *need to upload one*

Name: Nightgale
Age: Young adult/Teenager
Set: Nightfall pelt, Palm Mask, peacock feathers

Personality: Nightgale is a very complex doe, being both deaf and mute. She's very easilly fusterated, and somewhat reclusive. She has trouble functioning when dealing with more than one deer, and has trouble understanding simple requests. She's incredibly intellegent and catches on quickly, but she has trouble trying to communicate to others and expressing what she wants to. She gets tired quickly when around multiple deer, and needs to run away if a group gets too big, or too demanding, like in a spellspam. She may show aggression if a deer she tries to communicate with turns out to be too hard to understand, even in body language. She can read picto's perfectly and similarly can write ellegantly in the ground - too bad most deer don't read or understand what she writes. She can become very downhearted very quickly. She'll usually be more confident around other deer or fawns who are missing one or more of their senses as well.

Weather: Twilight, Day, Night, Rain, Fog

Friends: None yet
Enemies: None
Family: None

Crush: None
Mate: None

Quirks:
- Can not 'moo' or talk in any way
- May use multiple emotes to attempt to make simple statements
- Will resort to scratching the ground desperatly if her communication attempts fail - that's her writing on the ground
- Will run away if too many deer gather around her
- Deaf
- Must look in another deer's eyes directly while trying to 'talk' to them.
- Doesn't understand some emotes or emote combinations
- Scared by the devout pelt
- Loves the twin statues and the great oak
- Freaked out by fawns/deer who use glitches in forest
- May dow bow repeatedly in attempt to say 'hello'.
- Unsure how many guestures it takes to properly get a point across. (To make reading her easier, you might want to just look at the last two actions in her strings of actions)

Horns locked, muscles surging, hooves lashing out
Somehow this grin can't be lost
Horns like licked-thin candycanes, curved to aim for the ground
Easilly captured in the wild branches, lost in a forest of tines
No blood is shed, no flesh torn
Respect and friendship only grows.
Strategy and instinct entwined,
Throwing back his head, he sets himself free
Well capable of slipping in another strike
Hooves crash down
and stomp into the torn soil below
They take a step back, and in unison, bow
raise and step foreward again
and meet in the middle with a nuzzle
"Good fight, my friend"
Who would have thought
The quiet gray fawn
And the young knight
Would become as sparring partners
And the best of friends.

Anyone here play Mabinogi, beside TEF?

-curious-

Even if she wants to.


I just found out I'm going to be laid off of my awesome Starbucks job.

... darnit... I loved my job. I loved the people I work with. I loved the caffine high...

And it's not because I've ever messed up or anything of the sort. We're overstaffed, and I'm not the only one who's going to be cut off. I'll be "rehirable" because of this, but still things seem grim.


I need a hug.

~Zergarikiaka

um yeah, just because I feel like it. =3 (and because I'ma cheapo and won't pay 10.00 for a game. XD... not that I know how to pay online anyway! XD)

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Literate RP plz?

Humandeer plz?

Decide how your own wolf turns out to exist, metaphorical or literal plz? =3

No character limit.
All invited.

No need to have a literal "Grandmother", but there's gotta be some motivator....

Sound good? |3 ok.
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"The cowboy-wannabe"

Name: Driftwood
Age: Adult, 32 human wise?
Species: Red Deer

Family: None
Crushes: Hmm...
Loves: None

Set: Real Deer Pelt, Real Deer Mask, Fan Antlers

Personality: Somewhat of a loner, he prefers to be on his own, simply enjoying nature. He will on occasion join groups of other deer. On these occasions he's quite friendly, and very formal toward does. He' something of a ruffian toward other stags, and loves to spar. He's very laid back at heart.

quirks:
- Loves Blueberries, and treats them as a cowboy treats wiskey.
- Is embarassed by his 'flat' face, and always wears a native-american crafted wooden deer mask.
- Keeps a twig stuck in the mouth of his mask, like a cigar or wheat.
- Likes to run when no-one's around.
- Will sit by sleeping fawns when they're alone, to keep them company.
- Detests wolves.
- Avoids large groups of deer, unless they form around him. Not usually the other way around.


Song: Knights of Cydonia


Extra notes: Driftwood enjoys making "Blueberry Wiskey". If you see him running back and fourth between a patch of blueberries and the lake, he's making some. =P He does this by scooping water up into large, freshly fallen leaves, proped into a bowl shape with help of a few rocks and twigs, then carefully crushes berries in the leaves holding water with a washed clean hoof - both to avoid contaminating the drink with dirt, avoid tearing the leaf and loosing his work, and to have samplability for others. He will carry full stalks of berries to the lake to do this, to keep the taste its freshest. He may leave some of the stems in the drink for flavoring as well. May sometimes also make Dandilion Wine with the same process.

http://endlessforest.org/community/gossiping-xd
http://endlessforest.org/community/scape-zerg-3
By Raz

http://endlessforest.org/community/mtg-zergarikiaka
By Quad

http://endlessforest.org/community/zergarikiaka-1
By Kaoori

http://endlessforest.org/community/orcas-and-koi
http://endlessforest.org/community/couple-iscribble-doodles
By Pegasicorn

http://endlessforest.org/community/zergarikiaka-2
By Meadow

http://endlessforest.org/community/and-we-followed
Nishi's awesome pic of everyone


If anyone knows how to put the actual pic up without use of URL, I'd love to know. =P

Ilu all. X3