Hello!
This is my second blog entry and I just wanted to introduce myself to the TEF community.
I actually played this game about a year ago but never got to introducing myself to the forum community since I was a bit of a shy one back then~!
The game is really calming for me and I've been trying to get back to roleplaying thinking this would be a good place to start up again.

I'm hoping to do a couple of pieces of art for the game as well (pelt concepts if we ever get events like those again) and character refs.

Anyway, thats all for now.
See you all in the Forest ;u;

Any gen, I'd just like it to be unique enough and adult. I may be picky. I just need one for Azar. Will trade sketches for it, though I am not the most accomplished artist.

- Will be updated once in a while -
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Found a fawn along the river, interacted with her a bit, gifted her a new mask and pelt to fit her behaviour. She seemed pretty in dept to the pond.

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" Agh, what now? "
A small blackbird, perched on the male's antler, chirped down at the male with bright eyes among the other five resting red breasted sparrows. Isken slowly shifted, head raising slowly to not bother his small feathered friends, and watched the blackbird fly down from his antler onto the soft soil surface in front of him, squawking and pestering at the red male continuously.

" What do you want? " The male questioned, then realized.

He soon got up, staring down at the ant's nest he had been sitting on, shaking and kicking off the small bugs here and there (with his bird friends flying off of course), and got off the spot to let the bird feed. Well. That sure did occur.

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- Isken - Ken - Isk -
. Red Deer / Unknown Other Heritage .
- Male / Adolescent / Asexual -
. Quiet / Affectionate / Observer / Botanist / Wise / Kind / Agile .
Aug / 29th / Virgo

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Loves - Silence, Nature, Birds, Companions, Botany.
Hates - Surprises, Loud noises, Destruction, Annoyance, Pestering, Death.
Fears - For the destruction of The Forest.
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Current Relationships:
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friendships:
. kotoli/kelpie
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enemies:
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mutuals:
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Large frame for an adolescent, red pelt tinted with white underbelly/behind/face, wears a kabuki mask, antlers always decorated in hyacinths or poppies, usually sits on a moss covered rock in which he likes to claim as his own, when interacting with a new friend/acquaintance usually speaks with a soft voice.
Smells of maple leaves and a indescribable mixture of berries + foliage.

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Notes to finding him in game:

- If a foal roars, he responds.

I should explain why I so randomly disappeared (how long ago was it?). My cousin, who was my best friend, died in a car accident. I got really low emotionally and just couldn’t handle keeping up with people, let alone my characters on here. I’m so sorry I left without an explanation, I just wasn’t ready to explain. And then once I was gone for a while, I felt like I’d only be disrupting if I came back.

So let me start over if I may, in a way. I really missed you guys and this community. I’m not too sure if I’ll start over with new characters or bring old ones back. Honestly, I kinda miss Rhea. I know it’s been a while though so I have no clue how that’d go with her in forest; I know I couldn’t exactly pick up where I left off. But yeah, can't resist bringing Rhea back and maybe Alani too.

I can’t get in the forest quite yet. Maybe in a day or two when I’m at a better computer. Hope you guys aren’t too mad at me for disappearing. I hope I can get back into the swing of things here and talk to old friends maybe and meet some new..

Just felt some inspiration, so if anyone wants to put in a response I will be using Jaz.

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It was nearly dusk by now. The bird chirps and tweets had finally began to break and the luscious liquid honey sun rays poured its last bucket full over the thick pine trees, leaving a sticky golden shine over the landscape. Spots of yellow painted the vibrant green grass—mainly hidden by tree shadows—that the spotted doe rested in, her mind racing with heaps of questionable thoughts. Consuming her time, and attention.

She restlessly squirmed her right hind leg, a jet black, leather textured bracelet with deep, glowing, crimson dots was wrapped tightly over her ankle, she uncomfortably nipped at the thing but seemed to tighten even more. The tugging halted.

Evening sneaked up across the solid black mountains and sharp tips of tree tops, the fire flies began to dance around the forest with their astonishing white-green glow, shaping the brightly hued flowers. It was such a beautiful picture. But a certain ear-splitting sound crept across the land. An all too familiar sound. Silence.

She began to fluctuate once again, but as the wind whistled within the trees, and the crickets sounded their comforting chirp, she felt... at home. Jazlynn was beginning a new life, and she was beginning to accept it. She had no choice.