Character development RP for Ephriam and also a challenge for myself. I plan to reply at least once daily to this RP, in order to get myself back into a routine of writing, and hopefully develop a proper character that is active. If anyone would like to join me, that would be great!
(Oh, and take a look at Ephriam's pictogram. It reminds me of Simba's symbol!)

E2A: Feel free to just jump in. No requesting required!

The stag swayed, his head held high as he floated through the forest. In all ideals, the black and white beast would be a wonderful competitor in the season of autumn and her rutting games, but he chose against partaking out of principle. No, Moss didn't think himself the better when compared to the participants. In fact, just one year ago, he felt himself inferior to those who could take up their tines and fight for the females. Now, though, he just watched them do what they were born and bred for.

Bugling echoed back and forth. Each white ear picked up the sound of another pair of potential knights. I hope they find what it is they desire. The silent prayer was sent out through thin lips shaped in a mild grin. Any further prayer was cut short by the deafening sound of bones upon bones. It made the stag's blood run cold and muscles burn with heat at the same exact moment. His ears pinned but yearned to hear it again. Black eyes closed, he fought to keep them from opening to go and watch the deer partake in their battle, whether it be mock or not. From the sounds of it, maybe two gargantuan beasts were brawling. If so, he would find large swathes of tilled earth and broken trees to mark their arena later. The forest was already dotted with a few such spaces, and would be peppered by the time they finished.

Silently, the stag marched on. The mannerisms of the moose were apparent, though he was nowhere near such a size. The plod at which he held his gait was slow and meandering, as if he were unaware that war raged on around him. It was then that he crested a small hill and found a gathering of does below. They surrounded the giants that were fighting for their maidenhoods. The scents of musk and estrus mingled on the wind. It only seemed to drive them harder at their goals.

It behooved Moss to take a moment to share the does' respect. These stags sweat and bled as they tested the other's strength.

If you could bring back any of your old characters, who would it be and why?

Name "Soundless"
Gender Female. Antlerless.
Age Unknown.
Breed Magical creature. Deer made of plants.
Communication Can speak. It's not known how. Does not speak above a whisper, though.
Defense Camouflage.
Offense uses her body as a weapon. Can grow brambles if given time or can use wood to stab an opponent.





This is an Origin Page for the Character "Soundless." Below is her origin story. Contained within is her description. This page should be the one you see when you follow the link from her pictogram.

Please feel free to RP here based on current or future interaction with this character.

Original writing prompt:

At one time, it was a deer.

There is a point where deer just grow old, and they die. She did lay down and die. Her body, left in a thicket, decomposed. The magic that filled her was reabsorbed back into the earth in order for the earth to protect her bones...


Foliage rustled in that place several years past her death.

A pictogram winked into existence above her head once more... only that head was no longer flesh and bone. Gnarled bark created round space where the eyes of the creature should have been. A delicate wooden head rose from the earth as far as it could manage, before vines stopped the ascent. She found herself still tethered to the ground on which she had given her last breath. Now expressionless, the entity could only inwardly scowl as she moved forward one vine-and-wood appendage to gain leverage. She forced herself up.

Clods of soil and bits of foliage rained down as the vines that tied the doe down snapped free. Roots spread like fur over what was once her stomach and lower-extremities. Leaves rustled on her back and shoulders like the scales of a long-ago beast. The re-animated old bones still hid inside the years of foliage that had overtaken the space where flesh once held domain.

I recently was having trouble with my cursor disappearing behind my Chrome window in Windows 8 on my touchscreen laptop. Today I found out that disabling the hardware acceleration ( settings > advanced settings > uncheck box for 'use hardware acceleration when available' ) solved the issue. I then logged in to the forest in windowed mode and found that my framerate was 10fps higher no matter where I was.

Not sure if it works, but I think it may be correlated.

Just thought I would share.

[center]The forest hand't changed in a long, long time. The stag's thoughts turned to this as he plodded along, enjoying the sights and sounds of his home. The inhabitants had, but the forest had not. A sense of finality washed over the black and white coat Moss once again wore. All-in-all, he was trying to justify his return to his old appearance. It seemed to be working well. Why did I feel a need to change, if the forest hadn't? Rueful feelings stirred in his deep chest. The toxicity wasn't toward anyone but himself, though. Years now, and he had tried to change himself so many times that the deer had lost count. All of that was for naught. The echo in his head made Moss turn back his white ears for a moment as he stopped to the left of a favored tree.

The stag sat with his back to the First Forest and face toward the Playground. A soft noise was made when he bedded down. Nothing changed just because he was here. Everything went on as was normal for the Forest. Somewhere deep inside the stag was a nagging thought: I am required to change just to keep up with how they change. A small amount of bile rose with the cud that the stag wished to ruminate on. The stag's upper lip crinkled a bit as he swallowed the concoction back down. That thought is toxic to who I am. The ugly feelings were brushed to the side, not completely gone but not all there. The only thought in the stag's head was to lay his crown on the forest floor.

The ground was cool and lightly wet. Moss would protect the same-named stag from a muddy face. The two-toned hart scanned the base of the grass in front of him with his dark eyes. Everything needs a base to start from. It was a kind of eureka moment, if there ever was one. Carefully now, the bases of the grass were really studied. Everything was white and dark. Grass was green, but the base was white and dark.

I need development!
Please only RP if you are prepared for your developed character to make a friend. A squirrel never forgets!

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The little rodent hiccuped, a small amount of blue smoke puffing from her tiny mouth. The action woke her. The little thing scrambled to her paws and sat still, twitching her nose and letting lose a second hiccup of blue smoke.

Spriteling blinked those big brown eyes. "Oh." She exclaimed, then quickly clamped one of her tiny hands over her now-articulated mouth. "That's NOT how I should sound." More surprised words fell free. Instead of realizing at first where it came from, the doe squirrel looked at her hands. "I must've..." The little thing again brought her hands together in front of her nose, this time closed. A look of shock crossed her features. That shiny nut! It must have not been a nut after all. Darned forest with all of its darned weird...

A pair of the deer does chatted off in the distance. Tiny, tufted ears listened intently, and found that their language was no longer a mystery to her. "Whatever that nut did..." She thought out loud, scampering over a log and around the base of a pine in an attempt to scoot closer and listen. They were speaking about fawns. What were fawns? That was answered quickly when a pair of deer pups raced just past her spying position. The startled animal pressed herself against the tree as tightly as possible to avoid their flying hooves. Quickly, the once-thoughtless squirrel put two and two together as the mothers greeted their babies. "Mental note... Fawns are Deer pups. Best stay fa-a-ar away." The red rodent quickly turned and bounded off, her nose taking her in search of adequate food.

Spriteling muttered to herself as she searched through a bed of hyacinths for a spot she had cached seeds back before she was... well... like this. The femme didn't realize she was muttering.

Name: Spriteling o

Age: Young

Gender: Female

Species: TEF Squirrel, which I assume is based on Sciurus vulgaris, the eurasian red squirrel

In-Game Appearance: Squirrel spell

Talents: Cracking nuts, hiding, general mischief, spying

Fearful of / Will avoid: Fawns, being stepped on, demons, cats


Origin: "Look. I don't know how I got here.

This made me laugh. I needed to share. Anyone else have any deer-related laughables to share?

As if in a theater, the sky had darkened before the fall had begun. Rain played a symphony on the pond, drops differing in size differing in note when they hit the larger body of water. In contrast, the same rain fell in thick wet splats on the leaves of the trees and in areas where it already had collected on the ground. It drummed on the fallen logs and exposed trunks. Every face that left a den was soon drenched by the onslaught of spring.

The koi-stag had been among the Birch trees when the rains had come, and had enjoyed them for the past few days. He had spent enough time with the koi fish to realize that he wished to stay in the vicinity of their home for now. At first, a tiny tree had beckoned his attention. Today, however, he had discovered a perfectly-sized hollow at the base of a large willow that overlooked his brothers in the pond. After a little more digging to remove unwanted rocks, Moss had settled down in it to watch and listen to the rain.

The willow foliage hung limply, but provided much needed respite from the rain. Moss peered through it at the almost-melted pond. Occasionally, a deer would bravely venture there despite the floodwater that surrounded it from the melting of snow. He watched as they investigated the crocuses that had replaced trees, and frolicked in the mud that coated the banks and sucked at their hooves. The koi-stag smiled at all of this, happy to see others having fun. He rested his head on his forehooves, oblivious to anything but the play before him.