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The Fawn Storyteller Collection

Look man, I’m no writer. Hell, I couldn’t even read as a goddamn human. What makes you think I can tell a story? Whatever… I’ve been telling stories to fawns and fawns at heart a lot lately… Here are my experiences.
Enjoy the crappiness. Seriously, why are you here again?

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“How the Trees Got Their Bark” – A Story Told to Echria

I'm thinking about leaving, I feel unwanted. Usually topics I make lay empty, pictures too, probobly because I'm crappy at drawing and editing tings
Should I stay?

my deer´s name is apolo is a beautiful baby deer jajaja. he hasn´t got any friend his alone
who can was my firend?

Check this topic for info!

Warning! This story is told by an evil character and thus may be too mature for some readers. Read at your own risk!

Unicorns are real! as told by Iugulare

"Get comfortable, because this story is true, and unlike what many idiots believe, Unicorns are not cuddly horses! In fact...", Iugulare smirks, "they're infectious just like me."

"Where people got the idea that unicorns are nice creatures is beyond me. They hate the world, hate all creatures, and to cross one would be unfortunate. Yes, unicorns look like horses, but their 'skin' is really an infection like mine is. Their bodies are completely gelatinous. They do, however, have organs and bones, and yes, their lone horn is part of the skeleton. Now, this is where unicorns are much, much different than what has been told about them."

The stoat sits, "Unicorns do not graze, but instead are predators. They devour other animals, engulfing them through their body or otherwise just eating them. They digest their prey whole, bones and all. Unicorns are one of the few species in the world that does not leave anything behind. Now here's the interesting part - they cannot reproduce on their own. They must find a pregnant animal, such as a doe, horse, cow, ox...really anything, and impregnate it. How they do so is interesting, too. They partially engulf the pregnant creature and somehow are able to make the young within them mutate into a unicorn. Don't ask me how they do it, magic I guess.", she waves her paws in the air as she says this. "Any pregnant creature that births a unicorn will have a painful, painful experience.

How the Forest was Created, a theory told by scaredypants Epon (a response to Quadraptor's post 'Forest Fables')

Oh goodness gracious young fawn, you did give me a fright! I'm sorry that I shrieked like that-- now, now, no need to cry, you just scared me that's all! What's that? You're lost? Well I'm sure your mother and father are looking for you so stay in one place and it'll be easier. Don't fret about it, I'll tell you a story to pass the time. How this amazing forest you got lost in was created, I must of heard this from my father was I was as young as you...

I'd like to write a story here for every fawn that goes on the community site individually. Every. Single. One.

No exceptions. Even the puppet fawns count.

This project of mine will involve my character Jergens telling each and every fawn he meets a story. Either based on the fawn him/herself or based on their location.

The reasons for doing a project this massive?

1. To make new players feel like part of a family.
2. These stories will be my welcoming gifts to them.
3. I need the practice.
4. I'm extremely bored
5. I love writing for other people's characters


After doing my fable for Quad's project I thought to myself, "What if Jergens acted as a a sort of 'fawn storyteller'? Like a children's storyteller? There are already a number of 'storytellers' but no 'fawn storytellers' that I know of.

That, and it gives him a purpose to stay in the forest besides searching.

So, if you are interested, then please post a link to your fawn's bio. If your fawn does not have a bio, then just tell me any personality and appearance information you think I might need to know.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Back from mah vaca :3 I'll continue working on these as much as a I can now. Thanks for being patient!

Thank you very much and I hope this works out :3

Oh, a story? Well, it’s not my usual manner of work, but I suppose I could think of something. Let me ponder the matter further, I’m sure I can recall something…

Ah, yes. This is a story about my dear friend, the Old Oak, and how she came to be. Now, this story, I swear upon my soul, is true. All the stories about her are true – how this is so, I cannot say, except that all stories about her are true. The Forest is, I think, a place where truth is many-faced. This is also a story about gods, and the birth of the forest, and about love. It’s not a good story if, on some level or another, it’s not about love.



Once upon a time, years and years ago, before there were years to count the time, or days – when all in the forest was a single expanse of color. We see that time, or that space, in our dreams sometimes; I know I do, at least, but I can’t speak for your dreams. It is blue and black and fades at the edges. It has no trees, no movement, no grass, no life. Back then, there were three gods – two gods, a red and a gold, who were really one god, and a green goddess. And they were all very dear friends. For them, the void was a great playground, because they had one another to lighten their loads. They had each other to play with, and all the raw stuff of the world, which they formed up like ephemeral castles of sand.

And then one day, the red god turned to her fellows and said, “we have such great fun in this world, but I believe we could have more fun.”

And the other two asked “How? How could we have more fun than we have now?