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From the community site. I may just lurk, but I won't be posting or updating anything for a while. Yesterday's drama has me feeling bitter, especially after reading over it again.

I love you guys, take care.

(I will still be in the forest and on MSN, for those who have me.)

IMPORTANT EDIT: For those entered in the Fanart-a-thon, I will be sending my art in through Doe. I'm still participating in the event.

I'm on my laptop and the game won't let me log in as Quad, so I'm playing as a nameless.

This is the wierd error I'm getting when I try to log in

Anyway I'm hanging out at the Ruins dancing on Quad's pillar. Please come and say hi or dance with me. I'm at the hospital with my dad for the next few hours and can't find anything to do.

*edit* I'm hanging with Laruna and Redkora, so if you see them with a nameless stag, that's me

*edit 2* and Verdy and Jen and Mystress came to dance with us! I feel so loved :3










Thank you guys for playing with me today. I'm so glad we have such a caring community, and I had a lot of fun with you all even if I was a nameless

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The reminders of ages long-since past, Sumias is at best small, at worst a dervish. Foul-mouthed and fast-tempered, she is of a frightening intelligence. Nothing looking that white and pure should be that cruel and ill-tempered. Sumias was out to stop the world. Or kill it trying.

At the end of the day, when all the world had fallen into sleep, Sumias roused herself from the inked depths of slumber. Like demon's ichor, she poured herself across the forest, in search of things best left unseen, unearthed. It was not as such that Sumias had no sense - she had plenty. Too much, perhaps. No, it was just that Sumias needed to know. There were secrets that had not yet been discovered, and it was the way of intelligent things to oft meddle in things they had no business.

When she was up and about, she rarely stopped. Over and over, bit by bit, she explored every nook, every cranny. Every stone was overturned by the blunted end of antlers, to find the insects that went scurrying about before the white-moon's light, making her a bobbing bit of first winter's snow, before it's been marred and sullied by the slush and the mud.

She did not go loudly; in fact, except when directly speaking to someone, Sumias does not make a sound. Not one: no branches, no leaves crackle beneath her hooves. Her horns scrape no bark. To the ears, Sumias does not exist. Her breath is never loud, her heart never races in her breast.

[=#8f6767]There is something terrible about Sumias. It is not in her size - she of such diminutive stature that she is hardly a threat in that regard. Neither is it in her color - she does not have a pelt of rot, nor a face of skull. Perhaps one could argue that there is something in her voice that is disturbing.

“Incoming message”, a female voice booms across a tinted glass-walled laboratory, lain out like a modern day office and sectioned off with Plexiglas cubicles containing separate experiments. A holographic screen spreads across the far back wall, displaying the insignia of the Irken Elite. The insignia fades, and is swiftly replaced by the image of the Irken Tallests. A lanky, feminine figure strides down the center hallway, and stops only a few yards away from the screen. Her dark golden eyes narrow slightly. “My Tallests? It’s been a while. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” she immediately questions. “Always so serious…” Purple mutters before speaking up. “By now you must have heard about our Blood Sport 2 challenge? There will be particular threats to the empire participating in the challenge, so we’ll need you to join and ‘take care of them’, just to ensure there won’t be any dangerous winners.” She sighs, crossing her arms in front of herself, head tilting to one side. “Seems like such threats would just eliminate each other… But if you insist, Sirs... How much should I expect in payment?” She inquires. “We’ll pay double your usual fee, provided you… what’s the word I’m looking for?” Red trails off, glancing at Purple. “Survive?” Purple questions. “Yes… Survive” Red finishes.

|| : RECENT EVENTS : ||
->Will not be participating in the rut; will act like his normal self.
->Helped a doe get her set back; Peacock anlters, real deer mask, crying idol pelt.

CURRENTLY / OFFLINE.

|| : THE BASICS : ||
NAME / Alvar
Al-VAR
Meaning / (German) Truth-speaker or guardian.

Nickname / Al.

Gender / Stag.

Age / Adult.

Eye color / Glassy white.

Main Set / Zombie antlers, zombie mask, Gray pelt.
His pelt turns dark as night during Halloween/Foggy days.


Picto / x


|| : HEALTH : ||

Physical / 100%

Mental / 100%

Emotional / 100%

||: PERSONALITY : ||
Very wise
Helpful
Protector
Courage
Leadership
Dominant
Confidence
Mysterious
Strong
Honest
Competent
Inspiring
Straightforward
Loyal

|| : DISLIKES : ||
Shallow reasoning
Spell spamming [for no reason]
Cocky deer
Being scorned/laughed at
Being under estimated
Deer attacking Does or Fawns

|| : LIKES : ||
Cool nights
The sound Rain
Mushrooms
Pine cones
Looking over deer
Does
Fawns
Protecting

|| : BIO : ||

goodbye forever. I can't get on anymore. period. Next week I'll try going to the library and try there.



wish me luck.






I miss you guys.

Today I met this deer in the forest I had so much fun with!
Anyone recognize the picto?? THX!





...I miss the forest map:(

Holy crap, it's been like two years- almost, since I've been in TEF.

I'm sorry!

I was reading my old blog posts and sadly, I don't remember half the deer I mentioned, I'm awful.

Sooo here's the beginning of my excuses! First and foremost, WORLD OF WARCRAFT. I've been a naughty night elf. In my defense, they have very pretty graphics and even some deer! Except.. generally the goal is to kill said deer...... umm. I'm also starting college in four days, so I probably chose a really inconvenient time for myself to come back, heh. I can assure you, I'll be fighting with my procrastination demon to decide between writing a paper or frolicking in mushroom circles and making new friends.

I was in the forest a little bit this morning, switching between my, erm, four deer. I made a new little fawn, Hunchback, whose pictograph does, indeed look like a hunchback !. There is Bell, of course, my tricky little doe, my first deer under the account Drew, named after myself though he is a stag by all means necessary. And finally, there's Feline, seldom used and sort of a secret, his/her, it's, rather, pictogram looks like a laying cat to me. I'm sort of in a stag mood, so I'll probably be using Drew for my romps. His pictogram is like a tree with a backwards L in it, if I remember.

I tried logging in last night but I got some funky error message so I ran around unnamed. I saw 21! But everyone else is a stranger. Sad day!

In less fun news, I work this evening, but I might be on later. /end of ridiculous update.

that must have been extremely new. She rubbed a tree, and a pinecone fell out. Of course, she used it to give the fawn some new antlers. The fawn ran around in circles. |D
So she did this about five or six more times, trying to get the fawn to try it himself. But... To no avail.

Hee. The whole ordeal was rather amusing, but Tea eventually got agitated enought to run off.