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Fan Doodles [Ears/Eyes/Hoot]

Turns out ethics lecture was far more boring that I had intended. So I ended up doodling some other player's deer in the meantime.

All I had available was a black pen, a pencil, and lined paper. Done with no references or colour since neither were available at the time.

Pictures under the summary split.

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Deer Anatomy Reference Scans

Clicky Right here!

Some scans of the anatomy guide the animators used when drawing and animating Bambi.
They're presented as skeletal models to show how the deer's joints should be depending on what they're doing.

Also an adorable picture of the artists practicing and a deer trying to eat a sketchbook.

I figured it might be a good reference for the artists on site.
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Experientia docet stultos[Furfur Diary 12]

This story picks up right where Illegitimi non carborundum ends. It takes place after the events of Two weeks too late.

If you have just stumbled upon this story by chance then head over to the Story hub to get caught up.

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Tales from the Ring Leader [Story Collection]

The large speckled stag raised his head towards the sky and smiled faintly.
"I warned ya didn't I? I told you a month ago that I had a story to impart to you. Well here it is. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy telling it."

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Nightfall [Tales from the Ringleader]

"Mama..."
"What do you want?"
"I'm scared..."
"Of what?"
"There's a white see through man"
"For fuck's sake..."

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Hey mister...[Marcaello/Rhys]

Raise your hand if it's 1 am and you're too lazy to format?
-raises hand-

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He heard it before he saw it.
Twice in one day.
This was a record for annoyance.

He only glanced back for a half second before his nostrils were assaulted by the putrid scent of violets. Rhys stood up shaking his head violently to clear the spots and remove the offending blossoms. He eyed the surrounding trees with some contempt before he laid back down.

His rest was interrupted again as he tried to close those eyes for a second time.
He raised his head scanning the treeline and growled softly under his breath.
Damn children.
They would be the death of him.

He sneezed violently a few times and took for the air. He defied the bounds of gravity and rested effortlessly in the treetops. It was silent and even the birds would hush their songs when he was near. You'd never know such a large deer could be so light on his feet, but for all of his extra pounds he soared.

Finally....
peace!

Rhys let out a relaxed sigh and laid down his head until he smelled it again.
Closer this time.
....
He raised his head and peered over his shoulder.
A skull and crossbones hovered inches from his face and the large garish imp mask rested lightly on his back.
"PSST...hey mister...FLOWERS!!"

Rhys groaned and laid back down his head.
It never ended.
He did his best to ignore the tiny dancing hooves on his back and glared down at any passing deer, just daring at them to comment.

Little bastard was persistent.
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For Marcaello
Now stop raping my deer with tussie-mussie. Sticking out tongue
He likes flowers, just not on his head.
Seriously kid, watch your back or Rhys'll fat on you.



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Daboia [Finata]


"Hello, my name is Finata.
About 2 months ago you tried to end my life.
Do you think I would forget?
Do you think I would give you the chance to harm my friend Varius?"


The small stag eyed the large female with pure contempt. She was intent on going after one of the only friends he had. Varius didn't know any better. He was foolishly trusting of anyone. He would tie roses to Bylah's antlers if he thought it'd bring about a smile.

He growled lowly and placed himself between the harlot and his close friend. How badly he wished that Kalpita was there to defend him. His larger protector could send any deer scurrying away when she turned those curved points on them. Yet this time...No he was alone. Trying in vain alone to keep the one who scarred his childhood body forever form striking out again.

It might not be today.
It might not be tomorrow.
but soon he knew she would lash out against another.
Finata would be there every time to put himself between a loved one and that doe.

The pretty face did nothing to hide the monster underneath from him. He saw it on the third of January when he strolled too close and she unleashed the hellish fury upon him. A mere child and she struck him multiple times with the intense fury of one willing to drag an innocent to hell.

He growled warningly as the doe turned her back on him and walked away.
No. She did not recognize this scarred and bloody face.
But she would get to know it intimately if she went after one of his close friends again.
He saw past her facade. Past her haughty little laugh and taunting smile.

Sure, make him seem like the bad guy for pushing his friend from her clutches.
He knew better. He would always know better.
You don't forget your first nightmare.
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Withholding [Rhys]

He heard them before they first spoke up. The hesitant baby steps. The scrambling hooves on rock. The young ones. He despised them, but sometimes education was necessary.
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Seshi Status Page


As Seshi is appearing in forest as opposed to Furfur until their story is finished. As such I made this temporary status page to reflect how Seshi is feeling. Any avid reader of the story series will find this a good post to track if you don't usually run into him in forest.


Pictogram
Current Mood: Bored
Currently:: Resting in the forest
Current Thoughts:
"I rather dislike this snow...Oh hello Virgil"
Physical Health: 98% Feeling feverish|Mental Health: 100% |Emotional Health: 70%

Last activity in forest:
Woke up|Sat with a sleeping Virgil

Last activity in story:
Played with his son| became tired| Currently resting
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Passive Agressive [Seshi/Amazon/others]

A short story based on forest events today.
It features several deer who Seshi ran into.
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