Hello there! I disappeared from the forest a while ago...
I wonder if anyone still remembers me. This is "WindHowler".
Anything new? Anything old? Anything whatsoever in-between?

I saw Fincayra on the other day, and right now I see TIMBER on <<;

On the community site, that is >:3

Hehe.

Hey Isa i got intouch with TIMBER on WolfQuest and he said for me to tell u this

"Hey Isa it's me TIMBER!
I just wanted to say I'm really,sorry,and I really care about you! I hope you are blessed in any paths you take in the future.You'll find a better mate than me,I promise.-weak smile-

<3,
TIMBER "

I'm in Gettysburg at a craptastic hotel. -_- But I have internet up until I leave in two days. XD I'll have it once again when I get to New York.
I'm working on art, yesyes (movie stuff more then deer stuff, lols) and some writings. PIRATE FANFIC IS COMING HER. DON'T WORRY.
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That will be all.

Yes... It is official...I logged in and Swallow Tail
is a nice young doe!

COME ALL TO SEE HER IN HER PRIDE AND GLORY...
crazy....

the coat and style you'll see her in is her true style!
SEE YOU IN THE FOREST...

You can find her probably running around..

Yesterday a strange phenomenon was spotted in the Forest. A nameless stag that wouldn't move; it just stood in one place by the pond.

It was noticed, however, that if one were to have it in their view as they're moving away, it would start running once they reached a certain distance.

Move closer again, even by just a tiny amount, if it's "within range", it'll stop running again, as Scape shows.

He performed this test a second time using a different location, with the same results.


This was followed by the sighting of what was believed to be Zaeyde's picto on the border. It quickly disappeared, so Scape made nothing of it. Until he chose a random direction to run in and came across this.

Zaeyde's picto, deerless. In just a moment, a default deer soon appeared on the spot, bearing the picto. Both disappeared soon after.
And then...

Are zombie antlers randomly sprouting from the riverbank?

As Scape faded from the forest, the nameless was still seen in the same spot. Hopefully the next day it would fade too.
Except it didn't...

Now that I'm finished with Divine Intervention, I don't want to start my next story yet. Dunno what I should do now...

Anyway, for those of you who missed it, I finished the story yesterday:

http://www.endlessforest.org/community/divine-intervention-epilogue

I guess I'll start working on some short stories. I have a few ideas that would be inspired by things I went through while playing as Quad, including -

Fawnhood

- Meeting the Great Zombie Deer
- Finding the red pelt at the Crying Idol
- Learning to waterwalk
- Quad's curiosity about small animals
- Finding the red flowers (and reactions from other deer)
- Hide-And-Seek through the big trees

Staghood
- Quad's dark days (a.k.a. the buttsniffing time)
- Meeting Auriea and losing his antlers
- The head-mount trick
- Guarding the old bridge with Quamar
- Floating Nem

--- winded ---

Hark, you foulest zephyr
You shall never tread before me
With your cutting hooves and hushings
Bringing chillings down their spines

Take what I'm throwing down
Dance with bolts of sapphire lightning
With their lazuli and amethyst
To lock your eyes with mine

And that, my dear companion
Is the reason why you're scarce
And why the birch forestry's grasses
Never lay or break or bend

A toughie? Break my thunder?
What a dolt, oh what a blunder
That you think that you can pass between
Reality and here

For we cut world from world
And we sewed it back together
Took a fleck of time and weather
For ourselves to have and hold

But the winds, they never stray here
And they cannot ever stay here
For we are not social beings
To the world which you call home

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What do you think? Is it "Poetry en Motion"-worthy?

It's about why the forest has no wind.

I know, it's kinda short, tell me if I should lengthen it.

But outside, a storm ahs been brewing and the wind is basically rumbling through the trees, I can feel it. If I don't post this now, I'll be gone for a while, until the storm passes.

Envy:;.~

I feel it much more often then I should now.

I envy the does that converse so easily with stags. I envy their bravery to simply walk up to them and greet a new stag like they were old friends. I envy the control over emotions they have; to be to control their urge to run in embarrassment away from him. Or maybe that part is just me; I never show emotion, and when I do I can never control it.

I envy their beauty.

I envy the does who attract every stag to their slender frame and warm eyes. I feel like a repellent, always shunned from a group because of how much a stag I look. My eyes are a cold slate blue, never to be warm or inviting. My pelt is a dark opaque shade, shaggy and disgusting. My mask… My mask is what defines me well. Most does are blessed with the beautiful deer mask, and oh, what an amazing sound it makes! But I have made I promise… I never wear that mask in honor of the doe Run.

My bellow is deep, not graceful and moving like most does’. My body is muscular, not slender and lithe. My walk is slow and annoying, not quick and timed. My face is partly disguised and hides the monster I will become in a few months…

I envy the does.

What am I to claim that I love him?

Hopefully this may change.

Pray that it might.

Best Regards,

Aspen;;