I've been here for a while. I've come and gone, like the leaves that grow from the trees and fall off when the seasons change. I've been born, I've lived and I've become bare. But I've been here always, in body or spirit...

It won't change. I plan to stay for a long while. I wish to know more of you, know your stories. My mind drinks of your words, yearns to learn things that I've never heard. Distant places, lives before the Forest, our Gods, your families, friends and lovers. You might not realize, those who say they're are alone, so very alone in our Forest. For those who call and are not answered..you who thinks we will run to you at hearing your cries of isolation..you must take the first step. You're not so alone here...

Like the pebbles in the River of Tears, we have been smoothed out to let the water flow gracefully, we have been molded into one another. Some may still stick out in jagged shapes, bent on standing out...I cannot shape you myself, I cannot reach a heart that wishes to not be touched. I wouldn't want to anyway, not by force. I only hope you will come to accept what we are, who we are. What we could mean to you..

This place..I believe we take it for granted. We all want to stand out, be unique and the only one of our kind. By everyone standing out, we all are the same. No two are alike, yet we still bicker like children. What is wrong with simplicity...what happened to love..



It's getting early in the day, I must sleep now, I can't sleep at night anymore...

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i have seen alot of big ravens and i will like to know how to be it... (sorry i don't have a picture i dont know how to and yes i have made a blog about it)

[=gold]“My wounds were healing..finally.

I was glad. I missed running, playing and yes even the fighting.

Fighting is what caused me my grief, but I didn’t care and now that I had scores to settle with those who hurt me. I missed it with a passion.

Being beaten was no something I could tolerate.

No it happened way too often.

In fact every fight I got in I lost.

It wasn’t fair.

I have no powers, No super strength…

No..

Antlers….

Antlers..

I needed them and I would have them.

Somehow some way I would get them.

I knew very well I could not grow them and simple forest magic only stayed on me so long, before the casted antlers would fall off and drop to the ground.

Limitations were something that recently I had to learn to accept, but surely there had to be ways to improve one’s self.

Sure I would still be just as much a doe just as much capable of death s I had always been, but anyone could find an edge…

An advantage. Even a small one.

Right?..

My advantage would come in the strangest of forms.

Death

Not mine but another’s.

I was wandering around the grave yard lost in my own thoughts.

When fate caused me to trip.

I quickly got to my feet and looked around furiously, trying to figure out what fool dared to trip me up.

I could see no one.

Satisfied I dropped my gaze to the ground in front of me.

Something pale stuck up out of the ground.

It looked like a sharp point of some kind its jagged tip was stained red.

Was it dried blood?

Curious, I stated to dig around the sharp object, revealing the skull of a fallen deer.

I stared at it for a long time.

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hi, im Muyoyo, new here, nice to meet u guys

drip......
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The young stag shakes his head vigorously, dashing for the shelter of the old oak he'd deemed the Great Tree. He lays down on the cool earth surrounded by other deer and a few fawns, all seeking shelter from the rain. He loves this new scent in the air...it's as if all the earth is breathing...
A faint unfamiliar smell comes to his nose. It's followed by a call that's low and mournful.
It can't be a deer, he reasons, no deer sounds like that.
The other deer hear it but they don't bother themselves with it. He stays calm like they do...and listens to the faint sound. They almost sound like words...he listens...

......tandè yo ap machè.........
.............tandè voi yo ki ap chantè.....
........Tandè chase a ki pral vini......
........Gadè yo, tout fet pral fini.....
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"Do you understand me, little ones?" A calm voice says.
I nod, my eyes are shut tightly and I can hardly smell.
"You both must look after each other, pran swen youn lot, because our time is short."
I'm aware of someone beside me. They are smaller, weaker... but whomever is speaking I feel is strongest. They must be far larger than the both of us. It takes me a long time to open my eyes, even so the lids are heavy, the world is dark except for a circle of pure white right before me. I reconize it as a face, glowing eyes staring at me...through me.
"Your eyes open so soon little one..."
I stare...I feel so weak...I cannot do anything...
"But I must be sorry...I've scared you..." The voice came again.

It has no mouth....

I felt a strange sense of fear rise in my belly.

What is it....

Evertime i log into the forest i see candles in the playground and my deer doesn't connect. I tried reinstalling it but it still did the same thing. I tried it at my mother's house and it worked! What do i do?

starting now is to take pictures of your deer with specific landmarks, characters, animals, or deer in forest. The screen shots must clearly show both your deer, and the object in question. Occasionally a link to a biography may be necessary to accompany a listed item.
If you choose to take part you are privileged to *fabulous prizes* including bragging rights.