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There has been complaints about Fawns that they are very annoying. Come on guys. Everyone used to be a fawn in this game, right? But theres been many deer that insult the Fawns because they are little, playful and loud. So please, respect the Fawns even though they disturb.

Yours truly, Auriea

I am nothing and everything.
What's in a pelt? What's in a mask?
Magic blends endlessly in our veins.
I don't mind change.
Antlers are feathers that the wind effortlessly tousles
Antlers are bone that mark the soft bark.
A new mask here,
and different stains on my fur
I trot these woods alone.
I come like a hurricane.
And leave on the breeze
Seamlessly.
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Random whimsy

I never have committed to a certain look. And tend to be a loner in the forest. Not necessarily out of choice. It's just my nature I suppose. I love this game so much and my time in the forest is like a vacation from my crazy brain.

Hey people, I am new here. (on page) I have been on for a mouth, (in game) But I just wanted to see whats it like being on The Endless Forest page, and see if people reply. I say the game is awesome, if you haven't download it, I say you should. (but you don't have too) I am drawing what my deer looks like, I will try too be on the page daily. If anyone wants, We can meet on game.

This is going to be a page for my main deer, Nyla. Pardon the dust as I make CSS. Until then, here is her journal of updates. She is a primal druid/shaman, very gentle and dainty. Her soul-form is that of a deer, and she has newly been torn away from her home realm in a desperate gamble to end up anywhere safer than it. She roamed the new realm alone and lost, until, like a miracle, she sensed the familiar, comforting nature essence she thought the had lost forever. She approached, drawn like a moth to a flame....

7th Day, November

This place, it carries a concentration of the energies of nature I know, worship and channel at an incredible amount-- perhaps it is why I was drawn here in my aimless wanderings. Ever since I sent my sister and myself away (sadly forcing us to part- but I pray to better lands for us both), I have tread this unfamiliar realm with fear, without purpose, and feeling abandoned by the great nature spirits I hold so dear.

The energies dancing about this place....I have never sensed anything like it. It rules the woods, as far as both the naked and spiritual eyes can see. Upon entering it, I shed my born forme to take on the one of my soul, the representation of my bond to the grand nature deities. Usually, I must channel and deeply mediate to reach this form for short periods- yet here, when the threshold is passed, I feel free, and the switch is natural as taking off a heavy garment.

(to be continued, here's a pic from this day's exploration!)

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It all began with birth.
You saw your weirdness.
But thoughts were too senseless,
And it will be till death.

They call you "little light",
They think you're good and kind,
But can they see your mind?
I think, you even can't.

You're lost, you need some help.
Who can give it to you?
No one, before you too
Can see you're just a helve.

P.s.: It's my first poem in English [u can easily notice it

], but I tried to bring mystery to Asalia's story, later you'll be able to see it

(I'm going to eventually post this onto a CSS thing, but for the time being, I'll upload it here.)

The gurgling and music of the pond soothed my worried ears. My anxiety slowly eased as I trotted into the water, taking small sips . A few deer were already there, and I said hello. I felt down that they left, so I began to search for others. I finally found a few deer who were casting spells on each other- I was wary of them, of course. Who knows what kinds of spells they're enchanting? But after a little while, I warmed up to them and we had fun. I got a new mask, which I quite enjoy.
Eventually, I had gotten worn out, so I ventured the thicket, enjoying mushrooms as snacks and passing by all of the little animals. Suddenly, a small faun stumbled upon me, and we danced around the forest. I wasn't scared of this one, since they were so tiny. I figured they couldn't be a threat. They had too much energy for me, so I took a long nap.

The smell of dusk and the gentle whispering conversations of the trees greeted my ears as I woke up. I stretched my spindling legs, feeling happy. This was my favorite time of the day
So I trotted into the birch forest- my niche, and greeted deer as I passed by.
My mouth went dry form lack of water. But as I stealthily crept towards the bank of the Pond, the splashing of the group of deer startled me. Was getting this drink worth it? I was lonely, and quite parched, so I snuck forwards gingerly. The other deer spotted me and came over to greet me. Of course, I was terrified, but warmed up to them. We even jumped around in the water!
My spirits lighter than the sun, I took a good swig of the pond water.
I should have known that letting my guard down was a mistake- because a strange deer nonchalantly strode up to the pond and began to drink. They were big- and intimidating.
I was scared, even petrified! But.. something about this deer didn't seem so mean.
I quietly tip toed to the deer, hiding behind the reeds.

Cheveyo's body was peacefully laying on the earth below him, his breathing was slow and steady and he barely moved. The stag was asleep. Although he was asleep, his ears swivelled around at the sounds of the forest, the sweet song made out of chirps from birds and to the sound of frogs and turtles plopping into the water but there was another sound in the mix of all of it, it was like a whisper from the wind and his ears strained to figure out what it was. The whispers started to become more clear and more like a voice.
"Wake up, my child." The voice said and Cheveyo awakened, his head lifted from the ground and his eyelids parted to reveal his eyes. Cheveyo slowly heaved his albino body off the forest floor and stood tall. The whisper had gone and there was nobody around him.
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Welp this was a short story for Laryal, hope you like it!

The eternal spring of the forest twittered on. Every day as the last, with only the smallest changes. New fawns were brought into the world in the usual way, and older deer passed on from the world as they did from time to time.
Rya stood among the dandelions, leaning down to closely watch the blossoms. For her, the only passage of time was watching the dandelions turn puffy so she could blow them away, sowing new golden blossoms along the forest floor.

Long ago, the forest was simply trees.
The deer played among the falling leaves and swaying grass. There was nothing within the forest, for the world need not exist outside of its greenery.
There was the trees, and a world beyond was unthinkable.
In the middle of the forest, where its bounties were thick, the poppies and dandelions grew around a massive oak. The tree rose like a beacon, calling to the deer to take shelter from the rain among his hollow belly. While he whispered softly to them with the voices of the spirits of the forest.
The goddess looked upon the forest, and the deer. She wept, for the deer knew not of the lovely sound of water. Of the trickling of a stream upon the stone.
She stood upon a hill within the forest, and her tears brought forth a stream. Within its waters, dragonflies sprung to live and willows grew with whispering fronds that tickled the water's surface.
Now the goddess wept, but wept in joy as the deer she once pitied frolicked within her waters.
The stream turned into a pond, and the forest's deer swelled with pride.
As the stream widened, a bridge connected its banks, and the deer found the stones to be warm and cool all at once. They napped upon the stones.
New deer, visitors from another forest began to frolic within the forest's endlessness. These deer carried the mark of the god. hey frolicked and played and while they rested, the native deer played around them, enjoying the bounty of the stream and pond that came from the goddess' happy weeping.
Soon, the world expanded, a dark, mysterious standing of stone rose from the soil, exposed as trees fell around it. The ruins of what might have been another being within the forest. A new deer came to this place, bringing with it the spirits of others. New stones rose to follow the deer, and the forest deer danced in glee.
The god and goddess stood upon the tallest hill.

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