Note: If you're arachnophobic to an extreme level (where even the mention of spiders gives you chills), don't read this o.o;

It's not bad, but...you probably wouldn't like my lame attempts at imagery, and would say, 'eww, spider silk, yuckeh'.

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The glowing specks of the forest twirled around her, settling down soon after she made her descent into a sleeping position. Her whole being was exhausted, her eyes droopy and unresponsive. And, with a final yawn, the doe rested her head upon the ground, and fell into a dream.....

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[i]The spider. How it crawled so delicately, waltzing upon the rock top, making a little leap to the stem of a weed.

A thread, silk-thin and shimmery, trailed behind the little black maiden. Tapping up the tree, the thread clung to the bark. A leap, and she was upon a fellow dandelion.

Leap, and she fell upon the rock, careful not to let the strand, which lie unbroken between the two weeds, to not touch the dandle again. Tap tap, she set the strand in place, in the center of the rock.

Hazy, the watching eyes faded, fell to a dead stare at the ground, and closed.

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Awoken to the eternal cry of the morning bird, gaze fell forward, and sight grew wider.

The web. Every strand, falling in place, perfect in every way.

The spider lie in wait in the center.

Time passed. A naïve grasshopper leaped into the dew-covered, shimmering web. The dew shook off, the young hopper panicked. Ever-struggling, it cleared the web of every droplet of water, and the spider moved in.

The spider bit. Nothing, just a simple nip. She moved back, and watched.

The hopper grew tired so quickly. It stopped struggling within a matter of minutes.

Carefully, the fae spider moved in. Like a babe, she cradled the grasshopper in a blanket of her finest silk threats.

Ahhhhhh.......! I forgot your sign....I'll added
in later then post the pic up again so you can see the sign
above your deers head...Yeah...I even screwed up the
coat patterns which I also need to fix...CRAZY WHITE ANTLERS!
Yes, the antlers can drive even the most fancy of people mad!

But yeah...I feal still like it's missing something though....
I might have to think but I think it's good...Hope
you like it Timber, I definatly need to clean it up and put your
pictogram up there!.....I should've made it look more actiony!

Name:
Palko

Name: Timber

Means: Well whenever I think of a forest I think of Timber Wood XD Yes I am crazy

Picto: http://endlessforest.org/community/echee

How to Remember It: Looks like a Capital "I" with a small check mark in it XD

Gender: Stag ( Male )

Mate: Isa <3 I AM ISA'S PROPERTY!



Personality: Timber is a young playful buck. He enjoys playing and running, and flying. He has many random spazzums so many deer friek out. But dont be alarmed, he does it all the time. XD He enjoys hanging out with fawns alot, because they are so hyper like him. Sometimes Timber goes emo and likes to sit by himself. You can give him company if you want . Timber protects his mate Isa. If your bugging her, your bugging me, which means Timber will fight. Though he doesnt like to. He also hates those stags that annoy the doe of the forest. So he also protects the doe. He is a real sweetie! Timber doesnt really have alot of fears, and all of his fears are usually silly. XD

Likes: Pond, Pinecones, Sleeping, Jumping, Running, Pelt Spells, mushroom circles, and hiding in huge trees (despite the fact his huge antlers stick out XD), Blue Flowers (born there) , koi in pond., pretending to be statue at ruins....

Dislikes: Mask Spells, Mean Stags, Deer Who Ignore him, Fireflys(scary O.o) and candles (catchs him on fire),birds (attack his antlers AHHHHH), devout spells (is so cary)

Friends: EVERYONE!

House: At Pond.....

Over all Timber is just a silly, young buck!

Why do I wearing wings?! And look, I see it in the water too! :'O (This is a photoshop made picture. )


Who said that deers can't fly? (Photoshop picture)


OMG, WHAT'S THAT ON MY BACK? SOMETING SOFT AND WHITE!?..but..it is not so bad...? =D (Photoshop picture.)


Aaaah, stop raining! My wings getting wet and heavy, and when they are I can't fly anymore!! (Photoshop picture.)

Please comment the pictures! I want to know what you are thinking about them!

Every time I load up Endless Forest and I try to connect, it keeps say: 'Connecting' then 'Error' back and forth. So I tried rebooting and tried again, still nothing!

This looks like an awesome game and I really want to play online, but it won't seem to do that for me.

Can anyone help?

I seem to be unable to connect to TEF. I've never had this problem before. When I load the game, I'd normally connect automaticly. But I don't. When I went to look at network and connect there, I got an error. TEF keeps trying to connect but seems unable to. I closed down my firewall/anti virus and everything but it doesn't seem to help.

Anyone else having this problem..?

-Stay's a lonely Seele

This is how Timber is suppossed to be. I have always imagined him this way. He is supposed to be a young, happy, buck. Not a wise old stag, like many of the Forest. I hope you like these.


Timber Sleeping. Ewwwww he is drooling! XD


Timber is BUFF?! Acually he is dreaming he is buff. XD


WHATS THAT? YOU WANT ANTLERS?! OK!


Hope you enjoyed my terrible art. XD

*this is a work in progress other things wil be added*

Name- Amica (thanks to Kelvana)

Gender- Doe

Family- Ocelo my big brother, he is a lady's man (I can't see why > < )

Appearence- Yet to have a set

Personality- friendly, loves fawns,loves to meet other deer, very energetic, Amica is just a big fawn


LIKES
*Running
*Crying Idol
*running In circles
*being a squirrel
*running in figure eights
*Magic
*running in all directions
*the river
*running around things

DISLIKES
*lake (loved it as a fawn)
*getting lost

I'll finish this later~

I'm only going to tell a quick story
about blackhoof...2 quick chapters of Blackhoof's fawny life.
I've always wanted to tell people of how crazy his life as a fawn is(his
life is still pretty crazy).

Ch.1
Fawny World

A fawn laid in the forest with his lean legs curled underneath him.
He breathed slowly and peacefully as he opened his eyes to say hello
to life. He could smell deer. Many deer. All like him, with smooth faces flat
faces.

He lifted his head to gaze around the place that he would soon call
home. "Hello my newborn freind," A small sweer vioce spoke.

He looked around curiosly until his gaze was set on a fawn with shining
purple eyes. She wore on her head purple flowers. "Who are you?"

"My name is Lilly. But you can just remeber my pictogram...You don't
know what that is do ya," she spoke. Blackhoof shook his head as he
shakly arose to his hooves. " It's what floats above your head and identifys you. Mine
looks like a cat's face...but really I don't know what a cat is...but an image was
brought to my memory.....I'd say your's looks like a tree...with something falling off it."

"Yeah well that's nice...I'd rather you'd remeber me by my name," Blackhoof sneezed.

"Yeah? Well what is it?"

"Hmmm....," He gazed down at his hooves thoughtfully. "Well, call me Blackhoof...I mean
my hooves are black."

"That's nice...Now come I shall show you our glorious forest that the twin gods
themself designed!" Ever since then Blackhoof had became freinds with many fawns. They where
like a miny herd traviling and playing. But one day... something shocking happened. As
he and his freinds pranced around a mighty Brown sag watched from affar.

"Fawn," he roared. The fawns jumped at his quick roar.

"Which one of us," Responded one of the fawns.

"The all of you," he reared. So the fawns willingly trotted over