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The biography of Rosine

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Ice's Diary Entry 5

"Yesterday I found my uncle, Xylen. He is soo grumpy! It was fun though! I had to keep a watchful eye out for stags because he attacks every one he sees.. overprotective.. very over protective.."
"Anyways, we went to the ruins and sat on a grave, I fell down the hole and Uncle just stood there in the cage watching me. Helpful. I managed to get out and then we danced for a bit with some fawns. Uncle didn't really want to dance but I made him, I think he liked it though."

"Then we bumped into Kojii. Elyana likes Kojii, Kojii likes Elyana. Uncle hates Kojii. As usual, Uncle barged past me and started to fight. I mooed loudly at Uncle. He glanced at me then concentrated on the fight again. I rolled my eyes then walked away, not looking back. Uncle ran after me and I turned, mooed loudly in his face, then kept walking on."

"I would have loved to catch the expression on his face!"

"Then I met Flyleaf. We hopped around for a bit then lay down beside each other. He fell asleep after a while and I got up and went away. Flyleaf is really fun and kind. I hope to meet him in the future."
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Wishes Whispered behind Masks (RP blog)

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Wish** Bio

Notes:**"Daddy...no..your..you cant be...Please daddy dont leave.......Bye bye daddy.

Minute~~ Bio Will be posted soon!!

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Jackson~* Bio Will be posted soon!!

Notes:*~: Why cant My happyness be put first..just ONCE!?
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Long Time

HAI GUYS, WHAT DID I MISS?

Lol, for real though, who all is around these days?

And why haven't I been around in over half a year, you ask? TEF doesn't work on my Bootcamp version of Windows. Been meaning to ask about it, but haven't gotten around to it yet, that's really why I don't go in the forest anymore. BUT, I've been working on the old fart computer some more recently... so, anyone left interested in a kind of planned meet-up? I'm sure Sqish would appreciate being able to have another romp in the forest. You'll have to excuse him if he doesn't bounce around as much as he used to, though. Age has been catching up with the 'ol fellow.

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I've heard of sitting ducks, but sitting deer? ;)

Hmm...the pics didn't show before...hope they do now?




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the endless forest traditions

I heard that on holoween you can get skull masks and there will be a big party by the big willow tree. i was just a wonderin if there was any other traditions that happen in the endless forest? Please reply back.

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Meet Crock

Yeah, I've been playing as this doe for the last couple of days. I needed a female character that fits my personality a bit more. Her name is Crock, and "Crock" is slang for heavily intoxicated from alcohol. Lol. Not saying that I'm intoxicated or anything but, her personality is going to be pretty much on que with my own. Which is obnoxious, annoying, fun, out going, laid back, and care free. This is who this character is. And she's a girl! n.n! So, I may be playing her a lot more than Tsudo, for a while. I'll still do things for him, but I'm going to be playing as this girl for a bit.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who unknowingly is in my video. And I hope all you guys enjoy! n.n





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The Deer Who Yearned To Be a Bird - Part Ten (Finale)

Chapter Ten – Wish

Bartleby was slow to recover. He kept himself in the shed for many days as Turkey would watch over him much like his mother that once watched him. He would smother Bartleby with soothing kisses as his Master would mumble out nonsense words in delirium. The wound had been infected, and despite Turkey’s gentle care, it could not be touched without the little fawn’s screams and raves to accompany it.

The crows would sit by their Master in place of Turkey during the nights. It is always a grim business to watch over such a broken soul. The once shrewd, pompous Bartleby now was nothing more than a quivering shell full of pain. Periodically, birds would sing right outside the shed, making the humiliation of the fawn even more unbearable.


“The little fyeul
Gout up in the day
Ignored wor warnings
Decided to stay.

‘Haddaway! Haddaway!
W’ cried and wailed
Fash as w’ were
W’ kept on wor tails

Smug little fawn!
Hide in your hyem!
Notting more than a hemmel
Fyeul! Fyeul! Fyuel!”

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