The smell of deep and old darkness fills the air. It crackles and grinds, surfaces and dives back into the dark, the deep gold sheen of the bark spirals. This friction births warmth, and from that warmth grow antlers. From that warmth grow the deer.

A white, sharp shard cuts into the cream velvet, and as it touches the skin, dissolves. Then come more. It contracts the veins. The ground swallows the white, that's how it transforms itself rigid, cold: The cradle of the fawn. Everyone is born alone.

From the parting eyelids peek out thawed eyes. In the distance, trails of light prance in the dark with hushed noise. Aromatic scents fill the lungs. And silver threads, from which usually stars hang, lift the legs up to raise the tender body. Another inhale and the muscles bloom. Pebble hooves descend to the ground. The legs already know what to do - animated by the spark it was born of, it springs towards the other crown-bearers. The body stretches at the apex of the jump, warm velvet skin stretching across the bone and muscles.
The cold air encases the form. It will remember this shape, among all the others that came before.

The leaves had fallen off the trees leaving shadowy grey images in the light before dawn and in the light before dusk. The paths followed well worn, well known, and had served well for play and raising fawns. Gazing from the ancient tree with hollow a deer could see the meanderings of any deer or deer group. The last couple of weeks had been different. The daily pattern had changed. For long periods of time no deer would travel along the wood paths. So, the paths filled with rabbits, squirrels, and squawking crows.

Where had the deer gone? A trot by the lake showed they had gathered there to play. No predators exist physically in the forest. Sometimes vague feelings of unease happen. As if pressure builds in the skull to the point and explosion happens right behind the ear. Often a dip in the lake removes the unease but this time unease had hit the lakeshore.

The deer instinctively knew their ability to frolic disappears with the unease spirit. Underwater excursions and pit playing became a favorite. It is said those that can fly high with a flyby also could shake it off. Most of all a good chortle with a good deer friend can do it too. Grass rolling, leg kicking, butt wriggling, and snorting puts a reducer on the unease. The Deer knew all those antics had a purpose but who would have thought a roll in the grass would do so much good.

proper bio here one d a y

pretty sure i played this game at some point back in the day, but that was years ago now and i've since fallen out of it. got reminded it existed yesterday though and decided to revisit : D
i'm pretty disillusioned as to the workings of the game and where the community's at though, so i have a few questions

- is there a discord? a toyhouse group?
- how do you get masks and pelts?
- how do you find who pictograms belong to?
- when is the game most active?
- how long will i stay a fawn?
- where do people get those css templates from? has anyone made a directory of a bunch of them?
- where's the main place that people roleplay?

thanks so much to anyone who answers :] TEF is so peaceful, i love it. can't wait to get to know you guys

I invited her to dance
first circle
forest has joined in flowers
I fall asleep next to her
with spells
opens
folded dimensions
we look at each other
will trace its shape
ethereal
image in memory
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I close the door
the sweet smell of the forest
from the depths
intoxicated
I fall asleep again sweet
the hyacinths will taste
tomorrow morning
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