I've been trying to change the font size/colour for ages and nothing happenens. I click a format (BBCode) and nothing happens.
It said to do stuff like this:
[colour=red]Deer[/colour] and nothing happens!
Am I typing it wrong or do I have to change the settings on something?

I just wanted to share a great poem with you guys.

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If by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

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One of my professors shared this poem with me, in particular the line:

If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

He explained that people who see things not as failures but as a learning experience will go far in life.

Hello everybody!

So obviously I'm new, I wholehartedly thank the Deviant art fan page for leading me here. Endless forest is perfect, playfull interaction without the messy buisness of launguage, or speed typeing. But you know this already or you wouldent be here, So let me just send out a thankyou to every one I have met in the forest so far for making my first few days in the forest majic.

So um, a little about the player behind the deer;
Im an Archaeology grad, my life is music and art. It looks so simple on paper but at times it is unbeliveably hectic, im so glad I now have a forest I can escape to. Weirdness follows me and pretty much describes myself and my friends. I keep finding myself spread thin over several projects or 'extra cirricular activeties' as my teachers used to call it, despite vowing to simplefy things each new years, at the moment im co produceing an amdram production of pirates of panzans, on the exec of a craft soc., a medieval re-enacter, searching for; work, a house and a life direction. Presently I am located in West Yorkshire... oh and I tend to insomnia or being noctournal.

See you in the Forest
Phoenix

will someone please open a RP blog with me? anyone? anyone?

In the forest there is a strange crow and every time i go near this "thing" something sinister or mysterious happens...It is rarely seen... but i found it at the crying idol... the mutant crow is very...suspicous... all i have to say is... watch out for.... the crow....its big and fast... and has a diet of mostley seeds,nuts,mushrooms.... or even small creatures...oh and don'y piss it off... its vicious..

My deer, flutterby, has been turned into a "wolf" so she will change time to time into a wolf...if she starts attacking you then just start RUNNING! but, if you wish, you may challenge her but you won't win i promise! XP....if she does attack you either hold really still, start running, or fight back. Just because she attacks you doesn't mean she hates you its just that she is a wolf and its natural, she will even attack her friends so just be carefull... the reaction accurs when she is mad,in love, or sad. i am trying to fix the issue but for now she is a wolf.. you know its her because she has butterfly antlers,butterfly pelt, and real deer mask and her picto looks like a cell phone.. she will hide from you so be carefull of what lurks in the dark....XP

Chapter One
Chapter Two

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Hours ticked by and the sky grew dark. Such a warm, beautiful summer night. The fireflies flashed their lights as they floated between the trees, dancing to cricket song. A monarch-pelted youth remained curled in the underbrush, alone still and long past drifted off. It was a fit -less sleep, for once, exhaustion taking hold of the young one like never before. So much emotion to experience in one day…if he were at all conscious he’d have been thankful it had kept out of his slumber. Alas, he didn’t stir, his body reveling in the secluded comfort of his current state of being, stretching it for as long as it would last.

Someone was watching him.

A stag stood not far off, eyeing the youngster through the grass. His stocky, impressive frame was silhouetted in the darkness, his dark pelt blending perfectly with the night if not for the streaks of gold running across this back, drawing the moonlight. His eyes matched them, a brilliant golden amber that glowed as brightly as the fireflies that flitted around him. One had to peer closely to tell the difference. They held a darkness too them - a hardness, perhaps- but also curiosity. After several moments of stillness, the buck moved forward, daring to come closer to the sleeping adolescent . So innocent…and so small! This was what was meant to replace him? As amusing as the thought was, it brought him neither satisfaction or the smallest of smiles - only pity. So vulnerable, and out so deep. It would be so easy to end the boy’s life right then. So easy to save him…

He was within feet of the sleeping youth when his head sprung up and ears pricked forward. He stared into the distance, following a small noise in the leaf litter to its source.

Oh boy. Okay, thought I'd try this. Been a while since I just jumped into a rp thread that wasn't set up and whatnot. Going a bit old school for the heck of it. <3 This is open to anyone who'd like to do a bit of interaction with Rakkaus. (If anyone was curious to have something with Rovaniemi, lemme know)

This post was originally about a pelt.

I was wondering if anyone could help me get the deer skull mask, the one that was avaliable at halloween, I can only get on TEF tommorow and I will happily meet anyone at any time (apart from now) anywhere.
Sorry If I'm asking too much , I'm just fascinated by everything I see. xD

The deer of the Endless Forest cowered beneath the bushes and trees around them, does huddled their fawns closer to them hushing them to be silent as she listened.
All the deer of the forest shared the same fear, it was time for Death to claim yet another life.
There was a loud bang and a stag let out a call of alarm, darting from his hiding place and out into the open. Death heard. Death saw.
The chase began.
The huge monstorous stag gave chase to the small one. Its hooves thundered along the ground trembling the bones of fawns and the jaw of its skull mask rattled with each almighty bound. Death was nearing its victim. The frightened stag rushed around the corner, pursued by Death. Then there was a cry of pain and a sickening squelching sound of antlers plunging deep into flesh.
Thick red blood spilled upon the grass around the dead stag, its face frozen in a horrorfied scream.

Not far off Death was standing on a rock. The moonlight parted from the trees and shone down on him, casting an eerie glow. Even if you were far away you could pick out every detail.
His hooves were as black as coal and had spikes jutting from around the ankle. His pelt was black but torn in some places , revealing pink flesh and white bones. His back was covered in a long cloak of many different colours that flowed down to his knees and partly covered that huge bushy black tail. If you looked even closer you could see that the colours making up the cloak were different deer pelts: some green and scaly, some black and white like an orca's pattern, some torn, some scarred and some stained with red blood. They were stitched together with some invisible lining, blending together as one design.
Around his throat Death wore a necklace, a bit of chewed up rope with deer hooves hanging off of it. One was small as a fawns and one was as big as a stag's; all of them were cracked and bloody.