Last night I fell into a restless sleep. It has been some time since we have had fog this thick, this heavy. It’s lingered for so long. I was glad for the company of my mate, my son, and my son’s new friend. After the events of the evening, it was hard for me to let myself relax. But with Wesker around, I soon found my eyelids drooping, and sleep finally finding its way to me… and I welcomed it as best I could.
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I do not remember much of myself as a fawn before I came here. I don’t know if it is because my mind wishes it that way, or if it was because I was simply much too young. But every now and then, fragments of those times pop up into my mind…usually when I am sleeping. They take me to those days which I would rather forget..
Mountains were my home. Tall mountains with thousands of trees that seemed to stretch on forever. It was here that I opened my eyes for the first time. Winter was long here, but it was worth it for the summers. At least, that is what I heard from others in the herd I was born to. It was a small herd, mostly made up of does. Then there was my father.
Nowhere near as large as, well, say, Wesker, Sir Iaurdagnaire, or even Virgil.. But from where I came from, he was a formidable foe. He had survived many battles of the rut and battles for his life, and he had scars on his flank to prove it. He was not a kind stag. He didn’t have to be kind; that was not his role in life. He simply needed to make sure his fawns he fathered would make it to the next year. And that his does were not harmed.
I do remember the day he looked at me. With total disgust. My fur, my pelt, had never been the same color since the beginning; a bluish tint from the start. I, of course, smiled at him. I didn’t know any better. And then, his first words to me:

“Get it out of my sight.”

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For whatever strange reason in the next few weeks, my mother did not abandon me, although my father pressed, almost threatened her to.

Wow, I've never seen the forest in fog before...the dancing tune sounds different and theres bats everywhere!
And I keep hearing howling, is that a mask or a wolf...? o_O
I also saw a mask I have never seen before! It was red and green and yellow!

I'm probably telling you all stuff you already know but I'm just over-excited.
*deersqueal*

Update:

Can anyone help me think of names for two stags? ^.^
Most of my deer are does, apart from Sparx but his char is meant to be a fawn so I never play him in-forest.

I wanted to create some deer stags because some deers in the forest have antlers, which i have just realised, which are the spring ( i can't type properly, its 6 am nearly. :[ ) antler things.
When a stag sheds his antlers, they are small in spring growing to summer, the velvet skin coming off in autumn and then the antlers shedding in winter! ;3
I just thought everyone has an obsession with those antlers.
I thought they were minature bee's nests at first. o.o

Keme

"...does it, Sir Osias?" He smiles bitterly, a strange sight on the fawn's face that is normally alight with laughter, curiosity, something innocent. Not today...something is strange about the fawn. His antlers have been growing in, now, fast in this magical forest...He will have his first set soon. Little candles, complete with a glowing flame, lay in front of the first tine, flickering in an odd beat with his heart and blinks.

He had found this deer because he sensed that Osias knew something, something that he wanted to know too.

He stares at him, sitting above the fawn like a king on his portion of the broken stone. Keme sits below, with no illusions. He is not a king, just a fawn. Just a fawn attracted to strange, often dark creatures, leading him to ones like the Demon sitting above him. The bitter smile fades as he begins to speak softly to himself, murmuring.

"My mother...adopted mother. I don't think she'd like you, Sir...But then again, she didn't even raise a hoof to say 'don't'. Not like Kaoori at all...I think she loves somebody more than me, Mister." He looks for confirmation from the Demon, then suddenly continues.

"It's this fawn...'Empty Child'. Miss Joro loves it...It'll be a fawn forever, you see, Mister Osias. Not like me," He looks up, attempting to see his own antlers, "'Cause I'll be a stag soon." He sighs and looks down, frowning.

"And she said she loved me too, but she didn't say 'forever'. I think she gave up on me..." He looks back up suddenly as the demon moves to sit beside him, for reasons he can't quite understand. Osias is warm, a welcome friend in the atmosphere of the mist he is so frightened of.

Hello again! (Hmm... I posted a few moments ago... Oh well!)

Um, I was sort of wondering if any one wanted to Role Play as a father or mother for my fawn... (Don't know why, but It feels weird to ask... He he....)

Hi! I joined just today, and even after barely a hour in-game, I'd like to thank the creators of this game for how wonderfully they made The Endless Forest! (Though I'm having some trouble getting a new pelt, but oh well.) I guess i just wanted to say hi! So, um, Hi!

Hi! I joined just today, and even after barely a hour in-game, I'd like to thank the creators of this game for how wonderfully they made The Endless Forest! (Though I'm having some trouble getting a new pelt, but oh well.) I guess i just wanted to say hi! So, um, Hi!

Words whispered through prison bars
Loose their charm
While the one who speaks is free
And unbound
He only gives me hope
To break it into pieces
His words I would hang on to
Till my last beating breath
But time has passed
I have grown old
My skin is wrinkled
My bones ache
And still I wait
In this prison cell
For him to set me free
Alas my heartbeats are numbered
And he is no where to be seen
The words that he once spoke
The ones I cherished
I have grown to hate
For his words have become lies
He also had given me hope
For something that will not come true
My freedom is bound
In these prison walls
But not for long
For my heartbeats are numbered
And I shall soon be free
Those words of his I will forget
For this is my only escape
For my body to die of old age
But for my spirit
To break free
But I shall remember the man
Who whispered words through these bars for me
That turned in to lies in the end.
So now I wait for my last breath
It wont be long
Before I part.

Warning - blood and gore warning

Forest of the Zombie Harts

Fledermaus awoke with a nasty headache. The air was strangely foggy and had a decrepit smell. He coughed a little, trying to get used to the air. He noticed many of the trees were rotting, and the limbs were bare. What has happened to the Forest?, he thought.

Standing, he looked around, not seeing any other deer in the area. He began to walk toward the Pond, hoping to find someone there. Approaching, he could see the water wasn't quite what he remembered.

He stopped, staring in horror when he saw the water. The Pond was murky, and bones littered the shoreline - deer bones. Fledermaus was sick, and he could not stand to see the Pond in the condition it was in. Turning away, he ran toward Twin Gods' Hill. He wanted answers.

"Michael! Auriea!", Fledermaus cried out. The hill was coming more and more into view, and his hopes rose with each hoofbeat. Sliding, his hope sank in one moment. The stag collapsed, saying under his breath, "...no..."

The idols were completely destroyed. Bits of the Gods protruded from the ground, and thick weeds were already growing in the area. The Hill had never been unkempt.

"Fledermaus?", someone said nearby. The voice was familiar, but odd to his ears, and turning, he saw a zombie stag standing at the base of the hill. "Who...who are you?", Fledermaus questioned. The stag was nameless - their pictograms had vanished when the Twin Gods' magic left the Forest.

"It's me, Fled! It's Masque!", the Zombie said. "Masque? But...you're...", Fledermaus began to say, when the zombie nodded, "I know...and you need to become a zombie quickly. I'll take you to the Big Zombie Deer, you must submit to him, or...", he shook his head, "...or we'll have to kill you!"

"Masque, what do you mean by that?", Fledermaus questioned him.