January 30, 2011 - 3:13pm — Icekiller
How do I get new antlers or new coat? I have normal looking deer!
---IceKiller26
January 30, 2011 - 8:25am — Emerald
Hello everyone, it's been awhile. 
I recently got TEF installed on this computer, but unforunately it's different than what I'm used to, one aspect being that I can't assign hotkeys! Whenever I click an F key, it does its function for the computer rather than the game. Could anyone possibly help me resolve this?
Clicking the actions is out of the question, I simply cannot do it.
Thanks in advance. ♥~
January 30, 2011 - 5:55am — Chakatai
A/N: 5:27am, too awake to sleep but too tired to function enough for drawing. Inspired by Forest's rain yesterday, and the storm that keeps banging against my windows right now.
Cut'd.
January 30, 2011 - 3:53am — GanzfeldEffect
...my body has changed to reflect what I have truly been.
January 30, 2011 - 1:25am — erwil
Name: Erwil
Age: Fawn
Sex: Male
Family: One sister
Sistername: lilly
Erwil is a shy and playful fawn.he is very loving.he is looking for a Family.he love to run around after that he will sleep.one thing he is scared of saosin...he stay as far away as he can
Erwil can get along with almost any one :3
January 30, 2011 - 12:25am — gurgelin
January 29, 2011 - 11:19pm — Matthieu's Deer...
January 29, 2011 - 11:17pm — thecapturedplanet
"Brother smells funny" he had a voice like clotted honey, rough, but still sweet. Something too soft to come from such a giant, antlers like sprawling red branches entwined with barbed wire, sometimes he would bleed, when the wire snagged his ears or forehead, muzzle. But he was used to that.
"Come for a walk with me" canine-cervine hybrid.
Once his fur had been sleek and well kept, his antlers had blossomed wide and sweet smelling with blue roses.
They were barren now, merely twined with the blackened sticks that had once been roses, save for a few which had dried and turned a soft shade of midnight blue.
Foam bubbled light around his mouth, at the edges, eyes runny and glossed.
His body didn't take well to the change.
"Okay!" He sounded bubbly, happy.
He wasn't stupid, he knew what was going to happen.
He merely accepted it with the grace that all things wise accept things to come.
"H-how was your day?"
"Good! I talked to mamma oak, and the idol" he prattled on and on, for he was certain that Rosine did not want to speak, ribs pressing against ragged sides told that it was difficult enough just to walk.
The gods had been so kind.
They gave him a husband.
A child.
January 29, 2011 - 10:33pm — thecapturedplanet
I'm sorry, I just have a lot going on right now.
I'll be writing stories for all my characters and what happened to them.
I need to adopt out Xemnas, so if you're interested in him tell me.
I've already adopted out China to Sonata/Vandettta/America
I may be adopting out pictograms, but I use the same password for everything, so I may pass them on to America to do whatever she needs to because I don't know how to go about changing passwords nor do I have the time to do so.
I love you guys ♥
Wish me luck in life? ( :
January 29, 2011 - 9:46pm — Rihame
The leaves rustled on the trees, and the bushes struggled to stay upright. Through the darkness, you could see the red eyes of wolves hiding throughout the trees while deer and other innocent animals said their silent prayers. The forest didn't always used to be this way. There was a time when the wolves weren't in power, when the deer were rulers of the forest and life was peaceful. None of this would've happened if weren't for a fawn, who's life was fuled by pride containing curiousity. The wolf's ruler first started with a pawstep. One pawstep that made a clitter clatter, absorbed by the ears of a wolf. Before we go much farther, we must explain the story of how all this even came about. We must travel into the story of Into the forest.
Curban opened his voilet eyes that shined in the sun. The ground of which he slept was warm, but the air was still fresh and cool. The trees stood tall before the small fawn, as he looked up at their bark, trying to find the eyes in which they watched him. Curban really didn't know if the great trees really could see him, but it wasn't to late for him to ask his mother if it was true. The fawn must've not noticed that the warm fur that was against his back last night wasn't there. Curban perked up his ears in search for a sound. Finally, he gave up and looked back to where she was sitting. There was an inscription that said, went to gather herbs, be back soon. Oh well, thought Cruban, I guess I can survive on my own four legs for a while until she arrives, and with that, he waited for her return.
It must've been hours before he was bored out of his mind. It's been a very long time since the time she had left this morning. When was she going to be back, thought Curban. The young fawn was starting to become worried, what if she never came back? What if he would have to learn to survive on his own for the rest of his life? A whisper interrupted his thoughts. It said to follow the sound, and it would lead him to his mother.
