October 5, 2011 - 4:22am — AngelWings
Art in progress
Physical Health:100%
Mental Health:100%
Current thoughts:
"Why cant I fly!"
Basics~
Picto:
http://tale-of-tales.com/TheEndlessForest/register/pictogram.php?usernam...
Name: Origin
Gender: female
Age: fully mature
Talks in
light blue
Appearance~
- sea green eyes
-Large, feathery body
-large wings
-Has a frill of peacock feathers
-Yellow beak
-paws front, bird feet back
-DotD pelt pattern without bone markings
DotD pelt-skull mask-peakock antlers
Mate- None
Crush- none
Offspring- none
Personality~
skittish, trusting, flirtatious, cheerful, friendly
Quirks~
- likes to sleep inside trees
Relationships~
Girl in white-curious
Rp is welcone!
October 4, 2011 - 9:28pm — MissButterflyCaught
The inferno surrounded him. His legs, they flickered. The colors, they flickered. The inferno, it raged. The others of the forest, they raged. They bellowed, it hissed. They clashed, it battled for control. He battled against the inferno that wanted to consume everything he was, his mind, his body, his spirit.
He soared, his heart soared, his body soared. His heart thudded, hooves thudded, he thrummed. His heart burst, his call burst. The sky burst. Wind swept him up, his emotions swept him up, his instincts swept him up.
The blood dripped, the world drooped, and he dropped. The inferno raged around him, raged atop his head and in his heart.
The light swallowed him up and burnt the ground in its rage.
The inferno still loomed overhead, whispering and then silent.
October 4, 2011 - 3:38am — Seed
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I've taken up running again. I used to, long ago, take quite a bit of enjoyment from athletics. I get a drink and take off. There's no planning in a course -- only moment. The forest is full of obstacles, to a runner of fine enough quality. Leap over stumps, zig-zag between trees. Follow paths of light. It's effortlessly beautiful, easy in its motion. There's no thought beyond the route, or of thinking about the route -- it grows recursive, self-inflicting, spiraling and devouring inward, like a person seeing through the eyes of their own reflection.
Eventually, I come and stop by Da Drinkplaats. I've not much mood to be a bunny or a dove when I'm alone (except, perhaps, the shrug on the illusion that I am not myself), but I love it. This and the crying idol are all the sacred waters from which I wish to drink. The water is clean and pops with magic, sending sparks, almost painful and shockingly clean, in the mouth. It is one of the most beautiful places in the forest, and certainly, it is the only place in the inhabited Forest where the rabbits come out. They are so still, and quiet, their noses trembling in the air. Perhaps they realize how powerful and clean the fountain is -- perhaps they love it because, as I like to suspect, they are not all they seem. Or perhaps they love it like I love pretty words, odd metaphors and sweet similes, stories and poems and songs -- they love it because it is more magical than them, and better, and more noble, and because of this, they cannot be torn away. (...I wonder if they love it like I love, loved, will still love, her -- but then I realize I have thought about it, and besides which, thought the same sentence twice in a row.)
I meet a few strangers: cuddling friends, a deer having a snack, an admirer of the fountain...
hey fellow TEFeins! i need something LOL hilarious to watch. no rated R's though. Funny, not sad. please post a comment with ur fav funny movie and i will tell u if i watch it. c u in the forest! 
