I haven't checked much of the community. But I keep playing in the forest. I love it so much...I feel drawn to it.
The more I keep playing, the more it inspires me to draw the stags. I wish I could help Micheal in production. Speaking of Micheal, I met him for the second time last night!
I was excited, but I believe he thought I was a new deer, since I didn't have a custom pelt, antlers, and mask on. But that's alright, I like to go natural.
It's funny walking around the forest without any custom accessories. Other stags spring up and shower me in gifts as if to praise me for my "new" welcome.
It's a nice feeling, and I laugh a little when I get the same pelt for the fifth time. I don't mind it actually. I'll just keep on going natural until I feel like being an individual and getting my own things.
The one thing I desire the most is the spell cast for a smaller stag. In a sense, I wish there were doe's in TEF. It would make the experience a little more thrilling, wouldn't you say?
Well, I'm off to explore the forest again. If you find me I would probably nuzzle you first, aha~
Sol had a very strange dream...
She dreamt of a place were she was something else, a strange creature with no hooves or antlers.
All her senses was not like they use to be, it was like they were dying away.
It lived in a world were there was no trees to be seen nor any water to swim trough.
It lived in a small, cramped area were there was no birds and the songs of the forest was silent.
It scared her... and yet, in that dream it didn't seem so strange to live that way.
"This isn't me! This isn't me!" she cried.
Then she noticed something that was most frightening of all,
... she was all alone.
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Today I woke up and tried to meet with someone the trees were whispering to me about...it didn't work out. Maybe another time. I wandered a while until I noticed Aleit dancing with a sweet little fawn, Floresta. I greeted them and moved to join them in their little dance, the fawn's movement shaking little bits of pollen off of the poppies she wore. She made a muse enough for me for a quick poem. Then we all sat and basked in the warm sunlight for a while. Then Aleit heard, in the way that deer often do, of the death of a dear friend of his, Motzart. I never knew him, but loss is always sad. I wish I could have stayed longer and given Aleit warmer comfort.
When I work, I heard Walter dancing with 21 and many others. That hadn't happened in a long time. What, a year? more?
I don't know what to feel about him sometimes. By "him," I of course mean Walter. By "sometimes" I mean "constantly." I've almost entirely written him off before tonight. Sometimes I think there must be two parts to him: a monster and a stag. The stag isn't a perfect stag; he's easily riled and he's jealous and overprotective. He's grim and he's cranky and he's strange. But he can laugh, and dance with friends. He can be warm, and walk slowly in the rain, trusting on the guidance of his friends. The demon is nothing like that, so unlike it I almost cannot reconcile the two as being the same person. I'm not sure I fully understand it, or if he does. I've seen too much of the demon, too little of the stag. And what he's done is horrible. I cannot bear to think of the pain he's caused, and that my dear friend is behind it.
...But tonight he and 21 and Aleit and Quad and Zerg and Oisin and so many deer, many of whom haven't know the better side of him, all danced together. It was a very fun time. It seems like he, at least for the moment, wants to put the darkest of his darkness behind him. I want to believe that, anyway.
