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Okay, you were warned, the image contained in this link does contain slight mature content. You have been fairly warned.

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+ A S P E N +

Male

Straight

Fawn

Abandoned by mother, but hasn't yet realised she isn't coming back. He's not worried yet.

While he waits for his mother to return, Aspen will spend the majority of his time playing - especially with his friend Chrysanthemum

+ P E R S O N A L I T Y +

High energy + Excitable + Sweet-natured + Naive +

+ Free-spirited + Oblivious to danger + Optimistic + Not too bright, but don't worry he'll learn eventually

+ C A N B E F O U N D +

In the Birch Forest, running or hiding in the long grass + In the playground + Around the pond.

ARGH I swore I would do this some day. And now I have. HUHUUUU So late though wtf.



My closet full of crap that I almost never wear. WOO.



Fake flowers and evil alarm clock...



THIS IS WHERE BUSINESS IS TAKEN CARE OF.



My biggest dragon... I... collect them... shutup.



Self explanitory.



THIS IS ONLY PART OF MY COLLECTION. I took these pictures long before last Christmas, so two of my dragons aren't in any of these pictures.



I like me some movies. And sexy lava lamps.



More crap. More dragons. Gay blinds.



HAHAHAHA



This is where OTHER business is taken care of B|

That's... it. WOO.

This is the continuation of Below his Belly.
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Queze raised his head and listened to the faint chatter of the birds.
He had been resting for some time at the area known to the others as the playground.
To be specific in the “deermuda Triangle.”
He had long since regarded the area as his own and was currently watching a flock of songbirds squabble over his discarded feathers.
It was nest building season and he found himself in awe of the lengths that the tiny sparrows would go to in order to have the flashiest nest.
The larger crows and magpies were normally the victors, but he was well known as a soft touch and the smaller songbirds crowded around and clamored for the discarded feathers when it came time to preen.

today was my first day on the endless forest and it was AWESOME! i love this game
i took a bunch of screenshots for you to look at
lol, this turned out longer than i thought....


first i visited the graveyard, it was kinda creepy but it was fun to jump everywhere XD
i met a few other people, im still very confused by the actions so probably noone understood me really and i was mooing a lot XD but then someone gave me a really cool looking pelt (i dont know who it was but thanks)!


i ran around a little bit and suddenly someone gave me a mask too! (thank u too) it looked beautiful together so of course i had to take sum screenshots i might use that pelt and mask when i grow up!! but they were gone after a minute or so i wish i could wear them longer!

Hello all,

I have an online store called Redkora's Forest Fare to help raise funds for Project Greenleaf. My store is one of those listed on the Project Greenleaf page.

Anyway, I have re-listed some items up there. Check it out!

Also, I wasn't able to reopen custom commissions during the Holidays due to the large amount of responsibility I had in organizing and dealing with things I had this time around. After I take stock in what I have for supplies, however, I'll reopen commissions.

[=10]"[i] Dont you just love when things go wrong? When you're out with your mother, your best friend, your lover, out in the field. And then there's the crows... they fly from the forest screaming a word that could relate to another, 'man'. You know the cry im talking about? That cry, that high pitched shriek of terror from a single crow, that symphony of agonising pain from tens of woodland animals as they become swallowed by a dark hole that throws them into another world, a world were all is happy and colourful.

But, when the little creatures arrive in that world, they do not rejoice. Nor do they jump for joy! Instead they sit and hang their pretty little heads. They hang their heads and weep, because they failed. They failed to do what their mothers told them before the mother died. They failed to live, failed to reproduce, failed to help the next generation.

Because when that piercing scream made by hundreds of crows rattles throughout the forest, you do not stand and listen. No, you turn tail and run. Because, once the crows have called, there is yet another warning that you would have heard as you ran... a bark. A yipe. A yelp. A howl. A snarl. Those that come from canines, come from 'mans best friend', the dogs. Even the wolves dare not challenge these beasts. Beasts bred to destory even the largest and strongest of creatures, bears, moose, elk. All of these were fair game for them.

Out in the field you were shocked to find that a wolf had turned on one of its own. You were suprised as it sunk its fangs into the others hindleg and twisted, a sickening snap echoing through the grassblades. The larger wolf ran forward, the other left on the floor, screaming in agonising pain. Then you learned what the larger wolfs' idea was. The dogs burst from the thicket, and ran for the wolf that was screaming so loudly, that it hurt.

No.
That wasnt fair.
Then again, now the wolf had a broken leg...