To click or not to click?

Not as image heavy as last time, but heavy enough.

Smacking myself again for letting screenshots build up for so long.
Even though these are from not even a week's worth of time, there's a lot of them. I plan to start cropping screenshots for another post after this one, too.

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Sometimes there is no one here at all, and I sit in the darkness of the fog. The land has changed; it's foggy and cold, black where I touch it... and luminously grey in all other distances. I write fragments of poems to pass the time, and doodle familliar pictograms in the dust.
It's interesting; even if I don't see someone often, the fact that I could, if luck favors me, gives me a strength of heart; they feel close. Now, I worry about the people I cannot see, about Scape and Dag and Nevilly, so close and so far away.

I slept and had a dream.
And in this vision, I was walking in yet another foreign world, not the forest, but a garden. Sweet roses grew all along the garden's walls, trying to escape and fly over the fence, out into the world I know far better. And there I came upon a painting that showed looming dangers; there was violence, a red stag with grand antlers, but inside very small and frightened, with eyes too withered to see; and there was Greed of the heart, a skinny doe who tried to hold all close and let all seep away. And there was Lust -- not the deer, Lust, but the dream, Lust -- who looked to me so alien I could not know her nature. I thought she had a gleam in her eye I misliked.
I turned my head and saw my host there. My host was a beautiful creature, not wholly deer; far more delicate of limb and soft of eye, with long lashes and a sweet smile. She had with her her handmaidens, Despair and Joy, who walked in her shadow, and could do good or evil. But she herself was benevolence itself; she herself was only Love.
"Come and walk with me, sweet disciple," she said. I have never refused her, and so took to walk the garden beside her. We walked down the path and saw all manner of pretty flowers. Until at last we came upon a white rose, lovelier to me than all flowers in the garden. It was a joyous rose, but it trembled shyly in the wind, and the stem turned towards me before darting away.

Back on the live server! Woot!

Today the forest was pretty crowded. A lot of adults hanging out in a fairly large group (at least larger than what I've seen thus far).



The Red and Brown skull-faced stags behind Ohn are fighting (or play fighting...but there was no laughing, so I'm going with a real fight). Ohn, being something of a "Tween" at this point (should become a young stag in a day or two), wanted to join in. Of course, he didn't because they're much larger and scarier than he is, but he did emulate from the sidelines for awhile before deciding to try something his own size. The two other fawns in the area were peacefully enjoying each others company when Ohn decided to try to pick a fight with them. He didn't completely succeed. They kind've reared at each other for a minute or two....and then broke into dance. ....it's too hard to be a mean fawn. ^^

...and 2 hours.

Pfft. 8D

A screenshot I need it for her rut page please

I apologize for my absence, friends; The gods are trying to open the doors... to a different place in the forest, a different version of the forest. I've been there, and have, at least, something to say of it; perhaps more.



((This has been another visit to Seed's Poetry Corner))

GENDER
Female

TITLE
"..."

EYE COLOR
Bright blue

SET
Long/Grey pelt, Real Deer Antlers and a Zombie/skull mask.

NAME ORIGIN
Sol is the Swedish word for 'Sun', and can be both a female or a male name.
And Since the deer technically is a boy (or a doe with horns) I thought it suited 'her'.

TRUSTED
Melfice, who still is a fawn right now.

REFERENCE SHEET
Adult Sol

Some doodles of Sol partly wearing 'real deer' mask (I will upload a better variation later)

After Sol got her 'face' back she turned blind, her eyes, still faint blue.
To get along she now uses her other senses.


PERSONALITY
Sol is very lively and happy, tough she can be easily afraid of strange things.
She is very easy to be friends with, and is very respectful towards the older ones and protective to the younger ones.
Sometimes she spaces out, and becomes pretty confused wen she's coming back to reality.

BACKGROUND
Since a very young age, Sol has a faint memory of her mother and father disappearing one rainy morning by the Old Tree.
She has never seen them since, tough she is sometimes still looking for them.

She often goes to places were her mother and father usually went wen she was with them.
As a fawn she became easily scared of things and very shy for other deers, since she didn't know other deers than her parents.
She remember the few places they often visited and often sleeps there in hope for them to return.
At late she'll met Melfice, a younger deer than her. but she came to care and love the young one deeply.