ima going CRAZY. im still not a stag yet TT___TT other than that, i must apologize to those i hang around. i dont do a lot because IM SO SICK of being a fawn XDD so, maybe when im a stag, ill resume to my mild button-mashing XDDD anyone else notice how easily i button-mash? XD

These are all from last night.



Runa turned me into a dove.



Now she's nuzzling the air!



Lots of deer here. Perfect time for a....



LINE DANCE!!!!



erm....



LINE DANCE!!!!





Haha they missed Quad!



Hey wait! STOP!! NOOOOO!!!



Infected.... :cry: :cry: :cry:

And the rest are the sitting line thing we did.

It appears that tomorrow is my Stag Day. In an interesting twist, tomorrow's also the one week anniversary of my wedding. (Does that even count as an anniversary?)

So uh... yay! Hopefully I'll have time to actually get on tomorrow! XD I can't wait to be a Stag and try on masks and KEEP them! 8D So if you see a default Stag tomorrow who wants you to cast spells on him, please do. And have a little patience, he's new to this whole stag thing. (No transforming spells please.)

Just a few funny/interesting screenies I've taken over the past couple of weeks.

This was sorta creepy...but fun to dance on ^^


Darcy challenges Witcher


In shame of his loss -cough- he then... runs away to join the Day of the Dead Cirque du Soleil!






Which provides excellent dance-club passes :3


Do't stop till you...drop!


And for the record, He's fallen in the pond 5 times in 8 days...twice trying to impress girls -giggle- Oh dear.

Dats all!

im not sure of how many of these i will make... but im really bored and felt like writing this. im sorry for not getting back to Hanging Flowers! ill try and write another chapter ASAP!

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To those of you who do not know me, I shall make myself known. I am someone who does not go out often, and does not socialize easily. I cannot express myself, and I cannot communicate. I am basically dead to the social world.

The reason you are reading this, I don't know. But something inside me told me to write about myself, since I have no one to remember me yet. Thus far, I have lived my life the way I wanted to. In pure isolation, I have been granted the gift of inconsequent curiosity. I learned something new every day, just by observing others. I have not been given the motivation to come out into the open and make some friends.

My name is Vessel. Where the name came from I do not know. And where my parents are is irrelevant. The most likely story to me: my parents found I couldn't speak, and so they thought I was imperfect, and left me. Good riddance anyway, I'm sure I would have learned less under their guidance. But through many experiences as a young fawn, and with meeting new deer, they read the shining symbol above my head, and told me my name was Vessel. But soon after, they found it was difficult to understand what I wanted, and so they left.

Blogging! It's hip... let's do it.

Back in the Forest after a long break. My laptop used to pass out with TEF on. But a while back I took it apart and pried out the dust, and it runs better now. Still clunky, but steadier.

So... there's a lot of new pelts and masks and stuff. Nice. And I don't remember there being a 'scared' emote either.

Ran around, met some deer who were into frantic antics, enjoyed that. Also tried to make some of them follow me, with some calling and running up and down, and it worked (a first!). Thanks, deer with the dude-like picto and deer with the box'o'cigarettes picto



I like it when things are a bit less frantic and every emote tries to say something meaningful.


[Hm. Clicking on the live forest map does nothing... shame, I wonder what these deer are called.]

Over and out.

I've been lazy. Time to see what Anzel's been up to.

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Does this pictogram have an owner, or is it one of the phantom pictograms? I've seen it a few times, but I've never found an owner, it just randomly attaches itself to deer.



Anyways...

Here are some picturesque screenshots of the Forest of Dreams:







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By the way, if you saw a deer with my picto, sneezing, it was me looking for a good set for Painted Lady. But, I gave up XP Hehe.

I only allow Painted Lady into the forest when I'm certain that the pictograms won't spread; she isn't to know about the glitch!

Anzel: She just thinks that all of the deer are hiding until she gets older.

Painted Lady: *sniffs a butterfly*

Anzel: *nuzzles her little step-sister*

((she's not really my step-sister, she's my deer anzel's step-sister...but i made both deer))

I'm member of the Endless Forest for a few days only, but still am inspirated to draw some stags ... stags bewitched with masks and everything.

http://ratheart.deviantart.com/art/TEF-stag-design-pink-89154445

http://ratheart.deviantart.com/art/TEF-stag-design-electric-89154887

http://ratheart.deviantart.com/art/TEF-stag-design-hathor-89154782

http://ratheart.deviantart.com/art/TEF-stag-design-anubis-89154653

my roomates got drunk and played on here for a bit. they were complaining because they couldn't kill the deer. lol drunks are funny

CHAPTER THREE

Two months had passed since Orphrite died. Still, the herd hadn’t found anyone to take his place. Before his sudden death, they thought Nimlin would make a fair chance, but because of her impulsive action that was out of the question. Her so called mission had failed, the position of does only got worse. Because Nimlin was one of the better does, the stags thought the other ones would be too impulsive and reckless to serve in their little army.
Even though most does accepted their position, Nimlin wasn’t pleased. Even Fenqua started to think about their decision, which wasn’t fair at all. She believed gender didn’t matter in this case. Abilities mattered, intelligence mattered. And not only stags possessed this, next to the fact that not even all stags possessed it. Qualities were divided amongst does and stags, Fenqua believed. She wondered if she could somehow prove it…

During these months, Fenqua had grown a lot and the white spots on her fawn pelt started to disappear. Her face was starting to look much older and wiser. Even though she had never been clumsy, her movements became more graceful. Also, Nimlin had started their training again, hoping that Fenqua would restore the doe’s pride. She had become harsher during these months and her training had only become harder. Fenqua was guessing that Nimlin chased her in order to increase her speed, so she would be the fastest doe in the herd. Or maybe even the fastest deer. Due to her training, Fenqua had no time to look for Skokey and this concerned her. She still had the feeling he was in danger, but Nimlin just wouldn’t leave her alone until she was exhausted and had to sleep. Otherwise, she wouldn’t survive the next day.