Question 1. Do the new halloween sets exist in this version?

Question 2. Can you still get the zombie set and does it wear off on you?

I mainly want to know if the new sets will be availible this time or if the zombie set wears off on me :3

I do so love dandelions; the Twin Gods must be very happy recently, to give us such blessings day after day.


((This has been another visit to Seed's Poetry Corner. Collect them all!

...I'm sorry. I felt kinda compelled to bump it, just once...))

Goodness knows if anyone's going to read this, but anyway:
Ambusyck is the name of a character from my Book (one of many theoretical books which have yet to be written, this one is the most complicated and has the most work done on it, which isn't saying much since I haven't really started writing it yet D:) and he is a Blos-Flod, which looks a lot like a deer anyway. So there it is. I'll be playing The Endless Forest everynow and again; I've got my end-of-High-School exams in a few weeks, so I don't have much time at the moment...

Seriously, when I want to get online to play the game does the same bullcrap that it's doing to others. Picto's gathered in one spot and not spacing out, no deer, etc. etc. I'm really starting to get sick of it! I swear, I want to participate in the rut but I won't be able to fully ENJOY it because of this...

Is it because I'm running on version 3.13 or something? Because I downgraded so I could be able to cast DoTD Pelt on others... if it's going to be doing this maybe I'll just go BACK to the newest version... I'm trying to get on Toxic right now... but I'm having NO LUCK on the freaking Pictos spacing -.-

Damn connection... I know it's not me or my internet... because my internets running JUST FINE! Maybe if I disconnect like 50 times it'll load like it did last time -.-

Ehe, meant to have this up a couple of days ago. Think of it as a prequel to this.

Not to worry, it's all just feverish rambling.

... I think.

Good lord, I think I caught the dramabug. *D*

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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