Well... I'm back in TEF. I think it was-- at the very most-- a year ago that I began to play. I was always disconnected from the community, therefore always found myself walking among complete strangers when I was in the Forest. Now, with a new account and a new fawn, I am debating if I should use the energy to attempt fitting in this time around.
That was quite a boring introduction, now that I read over it; but my concerns aren't necessarily to impress quite yet, after all.

With the last deer I was Faoraven, an embodiment of my loneliness and isolation. I think I brought the concepts to life quite well in that deer, but that alone wasn't amusing enough to keep me in the game, obviously. With this new deer I hope to bring some satisfaction to myself in the matter of recognition; be that through forum activity or in-game presence. But my greatest fear-- rather the fact I resent the most-- is that I am just a player. Just a number in the member count of TEF, the web, the human race. But I shouldn't drown you in such suddenly massive ideas.

When I see the average player in any game I have a distant feeling of: "I want to be more than this". But there may be many others who look at me and think the same thing. Perhaps humans cannot be more to each other than "just another--"s. My thoughts have never come clearly or paced in any way, and for this I apologize to any vast-hearted soul who may be reading this.

Perhaps what I'm trying to do is become the great being I am in the world behind my eyelids. I want to be visibly special to others.... But... there is no way to do that, is there? It is such a dreadful, suffocating feeling when I realize how many feelings I wish to convey or manifest while I have no way of doing so. My hand cannot draw nor write well or quick enough to map them out. It honestly makes me think there is no point in living each time I recognize this.

Well... you can stop reading now. But you have probably taken that action already. Please send me a message (or however this works) any time. It's not as if I had anyone else to talk to.

"What? No, I am not fat! You're the fat one, tubby!", the pronghorn shook his head and stomped his hooves. A moment of silence, before he spoke again, "Oh no, not at all! I avoid those mushrooms so I don't get big and fat like you!" Another awkward silence, before the cervine huffed and floofed out his rump, "Well! When the humans come with their chainsaws and bulldozers to take you down, I won't come to the rescue!"

The pronghorn kicked the tree with his hind hoof before stomping off. A moment later, Pent was talking to another tree, "The nerve of that tree! I am certainly not fat!"

Auni was wandering by when he stopped, raising his head and looking over to the strange pronghorn. Tilting his head, he approached, expecting to see another animal there. To his surprise, the pronghorn was literally talking to a tree! "No? I did not consider eating those kind of pinecones. Lots of fiber?", he tilts his head.

"What in the world are you doing?", Auni asked Pent. The pronghorn doesn't reply, but rather, continues his conversation with the tree, "Really? How delightful! I'll have to find them!"

The deer cleared his throat, before saying, "Hey, weirdo! Why are you talking to a tree?"

Another awkward silence, before Pent spoke again, "...Yes, I know, I know, he won't leave us alone. I suppose I could...right...right...", before turning to the deer, "Yes? Do you need something? I'm kind of busy here."

"Busy? Busy?! You're talking to a tree!", Auni shouted.

Pent blinked, [=khaki]"Yes?

Just...doodling sets, choosing at random XD. In my style and not necessarily copying the exact pelt/antler/mask style.
Will probably do more, new ones on top.

1: "Theory"

First this ...a lot of Minis .

Then some changes lol

Conspiration

And today with all my Buddies

Fly is showing his strenght


Thank you guys for this Beautiful Day
I had to leave because my leg started hurting a little too much .

Hello!

I will play TEF today, so if you want to meet me I will be near the lake.
My fawn will grow up so I will be an adult deer now.

~Fantasydragon~

I've been feeling so sad lately about everything in my like; Like for games I just love to play I barly even try anymore. I don't know if it was something that happened to me in my past and I just pushed it back and now it's flooding out or maybe from holding all my feelings in or maybe just being sad. So to express my sadness I'm doing a poem made by me. Here's nothing:

Pain is all I feel,
I am alone, By my-self
No one to comfort me in my need.
I can only show nothing in my eyes.
My eyes have lost their color,
My hair lost it's shine.
My will to fight is no-more.
All I can do is stand still;
and fall again and again.
But it's not like it didn't happen before.
Now it makes me feel nothing at all.
All the scar may dissapear but the pain will stay.
Forever it will. And I will be the target.
I will cry tears, But no one will hear nor see me.
I am in a box of lonelyness.
All I can do is Hope~

Well atleast I feel a little better. Sorry I wrote here but where else can I?

The shuffling of a set of hooves through the grays of long-cooled shadows trickled through the forest. Dead leaves rolling about tinkled like strident wind-chimes. Thick shadows sucked layers of color from everything as the being trod through them, her own vibrant coat also falling victim to the hungry beings. Like water, they took the bright orange and turned it to rust. The rustier the doe's pelt got, the slower and more deliberate her steps became.

Heavily a breath shook from the doe in a purposeful sigh. The world was fading to darkness around her and that same darkness eked into her lungs; she felt a need to expel it. It clung to her eyelashes and there the shadows were washed away by tears not unlike those of the Idol that cries a river. Yet there seemed to be nothing to cry about in this place, except maybe to wash away the shadows from the pair of green eyes they tried to take refuge in. Both shadow and tear were blinked away.

A mouth, pink-lined and black rimmed, opened in a long yawn.

/vent writing. Balindfiya was the subject. I'm sorry I used her for such ill, she really is not a depressed deer by any means.