my mother told me "tama" meant "jewel," whatever that means. maybe how my lips squeeze together and barely touch as I pronounce the "w" or how the "l" sounds so much like an "r." my mother knew a lot about a foreign language, and she tried to teach me, keeping her face close to mine, as if she was smelling my cheek, and trying to look me in the eyes as she airily whispered to me when i looked at different things. who was my father? idk? my mother, perhaps. i'm tempted to say no one taught me to sneer, grunt, or spar, but if that were the case, i guess i wouldn't know how to right now. "tama" means the fortune to have had them; if not for them, i would not know. "tama" means my past, stored in the box of my mind or straw left to dry between a crooked pine's roots. "ttaammaa" i breathe, looking for the smell of forest fire in the air.
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i'm resting my head next to my torso, where i smell that same snow-furred buck, like the ash from that forest fire. "father? mother? me?" except the curve of his back is different, and one moment he might be here, and the next gone. "where?" except no matter; i still smell the straw under the crooked pine's roots festering. i'm tempted to blink, to check whether i am asleep or awake, but if my eyes are already closed, maybe i will mistakenly open them. if what i see is the same, i could have been dreaming about reality or i was awake the whole time. "what do you make of it?" the snow-pelted buck asks. i hadn't noticed him approach. "make of what?" he's looking at the ground again. "this." he points to a strange track. finally i say, "it looks like a crow's." he smells it next.
Today I got reminded of how I used to play this game way back when, I somehow remembered my account info and wow this account is 11 years old. I put so much time and effort into my deer as a kid. Super exciting to see they are making a new version!! I think I may start to pick it up again so many lovely memories <3
funny how my last entry was remembering this game... and now here i am, remembering this game again. good thing my browser recalled my log in info or i probably wouldve just made a new account!
i had TEF on my mind because i was playing a lot of Meadow and Feather recently and realized i havent touched this game in a long time. boy, did not realize i made this account almost 7 years ago! and i had no idea TEF was being remade too!
ill run around the game a bit and maybe ill donate to the fundraiser to check out the alpha of the new game. cool to see this place still has life.
Hey guyssss!! I tried so hard to draw Simo but it seems like my drawing skills are really poor If any of you is willing to help me out with a drawing with Simo on a transparent background (Such as the ones in all the bios template since I need this for a bio haha) contact me here or on discord. Thanks alot guys and any help is appreciated
i want to see a waft of falling snowflakes against the midnight sky, so i slowly look up. the air is static and dry, so still that if i were to lie down, the rise and fall of my chest would still tell me that i'm moving. i see small white dots drift randomly downwards. the sky is a deep blue-gray, and light grey stars peep through the frothy clouds. the dry air stings my eyes, so i blink them, slightly irritated and searching for a place to sleep. large rocks unresponsive and deposited lie next to a young birch tree to the right. i usually think that in those nooks and crannies i will find gems, like bells that ring so quietly that the air seems to fuzz, or thin strands of wampum. i can't make the wampum, and there's nothing i can do about that. so, these gems are miracles of the endless forest. i think my thoughts imitate a number slide puzzle, but...
You all know who you are, I wonder if you still think about me. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss you (all).
I used to be anxious every time I got a DM, but now, I particularly burst with joy when somebody boops me.
I'm in a much better place now than ever before.
Now I only think of the good stuff now.
The friends we've made along the way, the many fun, perhaps emotional experiences we've had, the jokes and belly-bursting gags I've had with others...
I hope y'all doing fine too. How are you all?
You may occasionally spot me with my dearest Cannibriel, Siddhartha or Torfastr in the forest.
(Don't be shy to poke me if you miss any particular character.)
i happened upon poppy flowers. it was like they were looking at me, and i didn't know what to do. i was going to sit beside them, but the ground was saturated, so when i stepped forward w my right foreleg, the spongy soil squelched, pushing rainwater up to my hoof. i smelled petrichor; i thought it smelled nice with the poppies. i could've found hard ground, but i didn't want to move bc i thought i might offend the forest, poppies, dirt, etc.. if only the poppies' petals were dry, airy, soft like a finch's down feathers. i touched the tip of my nose to a petal, and i thought it's texture was velvety. "who's to say that they aren't?" i guessed. chirp. chirp. chirp. i caught a waft of another stag. chirp. chirp. when i turned my head left, i saw a snow white coat. its neck was bowed to reach a mushroom growing low on a sapling. chirp. chirp. its coat was brighter and more blue than other white coats, so i thought its dirt and dust might be falling to the ground. chirp. chirp.
If any of you is willing to help me out with a drawing with Simo on a transparent background (Such as the ones in all the bios template since I need this for a bio haha) contact me here or on discord. Thanks alot guys and any help is appreciated 
