Come on people! Lets all come in and tell a cheat or two! Questions you may ask!

Well, I just downloaded the game and such, but to my surprise I am not a fawn nor do I have a symbol. Would any one care to help me out?

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The rainy air has its own smell; it has a little rot in it, and a little bit of the promise of new growth. It smells like the bottom of ponds and, I think, of mystery. Today the rain smelled like cool northern lands, and of distant icy seas.

Today, also, it smelled like I wasn't going to be doing much. I wandered around, exchanged gifts of flowers with a stranger, watched two deer give each other spells and turn into crows, sat with a crow-deer, and wandered over to the Oak, where I sat and watched the rain for a while. Eventually, a few others joined me under the great cavern of the oak, who told me little dreams about the rain.

The rain, she told me, is the tears of a crying idol so big that no deer can make sense of it, and so they call it the sky -- we're all inside her, and her tears drip down over all of us on a day like today. The rain is music the gods are playing on the instrument of the world, shaking the water and making a gentle sound where it strikes the ground. The rain, she told me, is the often unseen sky reminding us that it exists. I may have elaborated, here and there, but that's what she said, at the heart of matters.
Eventually, I noticed the sound of Virgil -- the distinctive fall of his hooves, the little humm made from the light of his name, and so I went to see him. He was sitting with some company. Poltergeist was breathing heavily – I think her baby was finally on its way, lured out by the smell of rain. I know we know little of each other, but I was glad to be able to offer whatever feeble support I could as she shifted restlessly in the rain – eventually Virgil left Poltergeist, Trees, and I in the rain, which pittered down around us, until we all eventually fell asleep.

When I woke up, Saosin was next to me. He gave my rain-soaked back a nice rub, the ridged sound of bone on scale not unlike the sound of rain on hard treebark above us.

My deer, Night just grew and his planned set is:
Real deer antlers (Got from another of my deer)
No mask
Space Beluga pelt.
His picto and he is currently by the ruins.

Thanks (:

SOFRONIO'S MERRY ADVENTURES
BRANCH I
How sofronio got his set in an array of edited screenshots with a sickly amount of sweet poured all over a simple storyline & auto playing music. Enjoy.

What is, evil? can you, touch it? define it?

by the dictionary evil is, and quote;
Morally bad or wrong; wicked:

But, how does one define, Morally bad, or wrong, how does one, define, wicked?
Evil is, as held in the eyes of any beholder much like beauty, no one man or woman can define, evil, because, evil is different to most everyone.

Sorry you can't see the pictos very well. Ice was the doe and she would like to know who the stag and fawn is cause she had a great time with them x).

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You sit comfortably, closing your eyes and wondering what tomorrow will bring. You soon forget your worries, and your surroundings seem to disappear.

When you open your eyes, you find yourself somewhere else. You sit up, looking around to see a strange new place that seems familiar. No longer are you in a room but rather a great open plain. The wind brushes past, and the warm summer sky shines on you. You are slightly blinded by the bright reflection of the sunlight on the strands of golden grass that fill the place. You notice a thick treeline circles the area, and you begin to think that you are dreaming, but it seems so real.

You walk farther down where you had first awoken. There, you hear the sounds of birds above, flying off for their own purposes. You stop and listen to them, the fluttering of their wings and their calls to one another. It reminds you of something, but you can't quite remember.

You keep walking, finding a place that had been cleared. A small fountain is there, in the center is a statue of a stag, standing upright and looking off to one side. You notice the fountain is not flowing, but it is worn like it had been before. There are other things there, stone benches, and vases that used to hold flowers. It seemed that this place was built for a special purpose, but it seems so out of the ordinary.

You feel like the stag is staring at you. His eyes seem to point toward one of the benches, and you decide to go sit on it. There, you notice a pebble sitting there, but it is shaped strangely. You pick it up, and upon inspecting it, you are startled to notice that a symbol is etched into it - one very special to you.

A pictogram, the name of a deer you have created. You rub the stone curiously - it feels authentic and is cut deeply.