Day one,

It appears that my first spar was with the stag that I know as Ralph, the old Stag bows, thank you for the spar and the antilope pelt.

The first night Timberrc had 11 does visit me at Timberrc's corner of the forest. I kept hearding the does and going up to meet them serveal were sad and I went over and nuzzled them

Ashaki spent some time with Timberrc until the server puttered out and everything just puffed into smoke. Bows to Ashaki I did not run out!

Had a bachler group hag out with me for a while, Saiyko and Steele stopped by.


Day 2

Was a bust, got in as a nikked deer, danced with a doe in the grave yard. will post pictures later. I posted them because of the light candles was a very nice effect. Hope you enjoy!






Day 3

In my corner, see what happens. Spared with Shimmys Stag at the base of the ridge were Timber sleeps! Timberrc conceeded his spot in a lost spar! The old Stag bows.

Timberrc wandered the forest with other stags and spent some time with Saiyko and others. Was going to challenge Virgil but was a little slow on the uptake anded up watched Virgil and another Stag spar.

Said good night to Steele and Saiyko. Entertained the fawns for a while then drifted back grassy area Timber hides. Mett a Does in blue peacock pelt and and natural horns with red poppies in the horns. bowed and greated her, hearded her some, marked trees and then Timberrc and her horn spammed each other for a little while. Timberrc said good night and layed down with her to sleep.

Day 4
Timberrc regained my grounds and spent time guarding it, went out and about and danced with a group of stags when it was quite. Guess you call it a bachular party!

[center] The sun was warm and the gurgle of the nearby stream lulled in the balmy evening air. It had been this way for a while, ever since the fog.

Stretching my cramped muscles I rose intent on finding Garth. We hadn’t seen each other in quite a while and I longed for her companionship. Turning to leave I was frightened out of my wits by a sleeping form exactly where I had lain moments before.


I had not seen the new comer and at first I was fooled into thinking I had fallen asleep on this stranger. Looking closer I saw that they had fluffy honey and butter colored fur, the long sleek shapes of several feathers on their head made me think it was riptail, he did after all sleep most often under the willows that overlooked the glassy surface of the pond.

They appeared to be male, judging by the strong crest of their thicker neck and the ropy muscles beneath their fur. Cautiously creeping around their other side I was surprised to see not the grinning face of a skull but the sleek taper of a real deer’s muzzle.

For the first time I looked to his picto delicately floating above the crowning spires of his feathers. For a moment its shape was obscured by the long waving branches of the ancient willow we had fallen asleep by, then as the wind wisped them away I gasped.

The delicate curves that defined a deer’s very soul matched my own. Now very curious I stepped forward and gave him a sniff. His smell was sweet and sharp at the same time, like the scent of decaying pine needles, russet with rot.

This is a question fail but can anyone tell me the combo of buttons you push to show that you deer is sick, or coughing for that matter? :3

A poem sits, half-formed in my head: Oh hail to the sun in all of its guises:/ the triumph that sets, the defeat that rises. Tell me, dear forest, pink and violet at your horizons, tinged with the red of poppies and warm hearts: is your sun setting, or rising? I've heard most say sunset, but it feels untrue to me: it is so soft and still, subtle and sweet, that it makes me think of the surrender of dawn.


I woke up and encountered the doe Leeadora. We frolicked for a while, and ran up to the Twin Gods Hill, where she tried -- largely in vain -- to get the devout pelt to merge with her skin for a longer while than such blessings normally last. We also danced and played a bit, before she went -- she has the strangest way of dancing, even for the Forest.


I return again, and wander the Forest alone for a while, meeting up with a fawn and Yorres for a moment, when a thought struck me: I should perhaps go by myself, and play in my favorite patch of flowers. Yorres followed me, and so I ended up frolicking him in that path of flowers, and another, our paces changing easily, like those of the butterfly; we moved like a slow waltz, or bubbly fawns, or somewhere in-between. We took a rest, and arose to go walk towards the ruins.

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Home is behind
The world ahead
There are many paths to tread
Through shadow
To the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall
Fade

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MAIN Deer- Nine(personal deer, not IC)
Deer for the Day- None, school has the game blocked.
Inactive Deer- Walkeri, Signet, Laceless(temp), Nikodemus, deer(temp)

I will add banners and other info, here. I will also be changing some of my deer profiles around, so this may be the only thing I update.. for the most part? c':

I thought I should share this beautiful movie with the others here. Even though it has nothing to do with deer or Tef, it inspired me in many ways. The lovely dub-team, that redubbed it in english, should be coverd in lovely flowers of thanks.

That one stormy night

What I personally love about it's story, is that it has a message very close to Kimba the white Lion, which I also adore in many ways. It even has the same style Osamu Tezuka (Kimbas inventor "the manga god") loved to use, those little comical and not so realistic behaviours or expressions of the characters and still a way of bringing the sad and dramatic parts over, without ruining them.

Just give it a look, I'd love to here your thoughts to it.

leea will be near the pond if any one would like to help her get her set ^_^

Name: Willow

Gender: Female

Frinds: Deerrock ( dolferia)

Personalitie: Very friendly, likes making friends, would love to have a mate and have lots os kids, loves to play, and run around, Loves other deer, ext

Sleeping spot: Sleeps in new places still has to find the perfact spot

Currently: Online

Doing: Dreaming (trying to get the pictos to spread)

Thinking: How on earth can Dag live after that?...

Feeling: I really hope I'm doing the right thing

Wanting: To see Gwen again, to see Dag alive and well.

Needing: Medicinal herbs, or a spell to try and battle the sleeping sickness he's fallen under.

Current Appearance: Zombie Antlers, Skull Mask, Brown Spotty Pelt
Desired Appearance: Natural Antlers, Real Deer Mask, Divine or Grey Pelt