And thus, Pretzil claim the first comment.


The end...

pretzil: The end in the first comment? I am doomed...

ocean: Thank you. I wish I knew more about coding.

XD dooom IHM GONNA SING THA DOOM SAWNG NOWH! DOOMDOOMDEDOOMDODMDODKSDSKHDKJDHSDSHJ xD

Update: More added information. In general, Silun feels lonely. And so do I when playing him.

Looks awesome *_*

This is beautiful. All of it has the empty feeling of loss and a long grey existence to watch, since the very first picture. Can't explain it, but I feel like I completly understand this character just by looking at the edits you've made and the songs you've added. And specially how you described his feelings and the comparisons with the times of the day.

The position of the sun always had absurd effects in my emotions, which is why I can totally understand the relations you stablished between the parts of his life. For example, dawn always makes me feel deadly nostalgic and like I've forgotten what I'm really doing here, and that I have a long day in front of me, of joy or misfortune, that will eventually finish.

I don't know why did I spam all the information above, but this is probably the best biography of the most realistic character I've ever seen and I'm totally tracking it. The first picture is enough to allow one to say how he feels about his life and future.

I thought I should mention the last song, under the sunset, was removed by its author from YouTube...

I absolutely love the CSS on this bio. It is amazing. Far better than anything I could have done. <3

And I love this character, too. He reminds me of my stag Emdeaur, who also lost his love. -sad-

But I will look out for him in the forest sometime! I can't believe I haven't seen this bio before. It's lovely.

~Track. ^^

(haha.. for explanation:
Mr. GrumpySkull is not that fond of anything that has ot do with praying in the broadest sense... |D

He is a cow at times.)

I wish I saw this sooner, I apologize for not commenting until now. I absolutely love what you've done with his biography. And the writing is incredible and full of depth, as always. =)

I requested Silun for you here. (:
Thanks for requesting my deer before as well, that really meant a lot to me.<3

"When I sit at these Ruins, I feel like the air is full of an old language I have forgotten how to understand. I wonder how many stories are locked away in these cold stones..." The stag walked quietly from the lesser idols to the old room of the Ruins. He waited until his companion had bowed to the altar, watching with eyes both curious yet respectful of something he did not understand. "What do you hear?"

You don't have to respond, I just wanted to say something since my deer was sleeping for most of their visit haha. Happy one-year TEF anniversary, by the way. =)

This is such a lovely biography. I love how you wrote out parts of his life as the dawn to the sunset.

I don't want night for Silun. Such a creature shouldn't leave the forest. ;-;

Its been a long time but i totally remember Silun. I recognized his Picto right away Really nice meeting him again ♡

ya, i realized this earlier, dont know but this seems to happend more often any time recently.

He is such a handsome old stag, I very much like the time I am spending with him today. Spirited One is trying to make him feel like a kid again, as forlorn as he looked.

Ah ....Its you , discoverd for the first time <<33

Reading his story has mellowed me out a lot. It's an interesting feeling, haha
He was good company in the old oak

Tmava lan s pronikavyma sarlatovyma ocima si nevybira cesty nahodne a kdyz nekam jde, pak miri primo. Stejne tak tomu bylo i ve smeru k Silunovi. Jeji krok byl tuhy a neprirozeny, skoro by jeden rekl, ze mechanicky. Ne, nebylo to od bolesti (ta ji jiz presla), ale od faktu, ze nemuze nikdy cekat, co udela druhy jelen proti ni. Kolikrat uz se zmylila, kolikrat uz ji dali na frak a zpusobili zraneni (bohuzel, z kazdeho boje prozatim vysla jako vitez). To ji pripominali jizvy a sramy na jejim mladem tele. Nastrazila usi a pozvedla hlavu k monumentalnimu parozi. "Nerusim?" zavolala na nej jemne. "Jen tak jsem si rekla, ze by nebylo spatne nekoho navstivit..."

// Ze jo, mluvit cesky mezi anglany, a pritom to cloveka potesi. Mam porad tik klikat na prekladac.

Quadda sebou jen zlehka cukla, aby se jí jedny z ostrych vycnelku nezasekli tvá? (ba hur - o oci). Vtahla do sebe vzduch a ven vyslo jen jakesi: 'Hiuuuh'. "Davej pozor, malem jsi mi vypichl oci!" piskla na nej, kdyz zvedl zase hlavu. "Jeste je budu potrebovat." dodala uz mnohem klidneji. Pak se odmlcela. Stala proti nemu nekolik sekund, ktere by jednomu pripadali jako dlouhe nesnesitelne hodiny. Zkoumala ho pronikavym pohledem. Zdalo se, ze si cte na jeho tele jako na knize, do oci nemela velkou odvahu se podivat z respektu. Nakonec se jemne pouklonila, ale jen tak do poloviny. Jednu nohu natahla, zlehka pokynula hlavou a zase se narovnala. Teprve pak se k nemu rozesla a udelala si kolem nej kolecko.

"Na tobe se vek podepsal uz hodne..." dobirala si jej. Zjevne ji nevidela v slusnosti duvod vykat. Nikdo ji to neucil. "Nejlepsi dny mas uz za sebou, jak koukam. Ale ta srst vypada hrozne. Napadlo te lehnout si nekdy do Pond? Ta voda tam omlazuje, leci a ja nevim, co vsechno. Podivej, i me pomohla." Otocila se k nemu zadi, a pokynula na osklivy sram od rohu. Driv musel byt velmi hluboky, silne krvacet a zajiste krvacet. Po tele mela i dalsi podobne sramy, ze vsech stran a na kazde casti tela alespon jednu malinkou krvavou skvrnu. Pak se otocila zpatky celem a ztichla.

Parozi tentokrat svuj cil naslo. Jen se spickami otrel o jeji srst na krku a ona znovu vyjekla. Jakmile se narovnal, chvilku se snazila najit svoje jmeno. Skoro nikdo ji jejim jmenem neoslovoval. Rikali... vlastne ji nerikali nijak. Ona mela jmeno, ale tak malo ho pouzivali, az se citila byt bez nej. "Quadda," prozradila mu svoje jmeno. Chtela jej i zastrasit pomoci svych predku, misto toho si svou kratkou prupovidku po kom je, a jak je titulovana, nechala pro sebe. "Co tu delas tak sam? Proc nejsi s ostatnimi, s druzkou, s vnoucaty? Nebo s jinym prateli?" vyzvidala.

"A kdopak to je?" ptala se dal. Jeji hlas byl dost zvedavi. Asi neprichazela do kontaktu s jeleny kazdy den. Ti, co se s ni pratelili, byli casto pryc, se svymi rodinami a ona si musela vystacit sama. Ocasek pobavene zvedla na znameni, ze ji zaujal a jeji zvedavost jeste vic povyrostla.

// HAHA.

Quadda jej poslouchala. Kazde slovo si v duchu jeste nekolikrat zopakovala a pak si je poskladala do vety. Zjevne chtela pochopit kazdy vyznam, vcetne tech skrytych. "Ja myslela, ze babicka je samozrozena z hlavnich bohu a ze bratra nema," mumlala si Quadda spise jen tak pro sebe, castecne dost nahlas, aby ji slysel. "A proc na nej cekas? Neni to nikdo hodny a urcite se s nim neda dobre povidat. A pohled na nej taky nebude prijemny. Kostra... brrr..." Quadda se lehce otrasla a predni nohy natahla pred sebe.

"A co kdyz se s tebou nechce vubec bavit, co pak? On te nevidi a ty ho videt chces," rekla Quadda a zavrtela posleze hlavou. "Mam z toho zmatek. Myslim, ze tohle je neco, cemu ja nikdy rozumet nebudu." zamrucela si. Sarlatove oci se leskli, jak si snazila vse poskladat a sama sobe vysvetlit. "I kdyz by bylo velmi zajimave si o nem nechat vypravet, rikam si, ze on bude velmi, velmi, velmi nudny. Ja sice taky nejsem kdovijak zabavna, pry se me mnoho jelenu a lani obava, ale urcite mam pestri slovnik, nez on. Copak ti rika, kdyz s tebou mluvi? 'Ahoj, jak se mas? Co tvoje vnoucata, jak rostou...'. Urcite spolu neprobirate dalky za Mlhou a Pastvinami. Nebo ano?"

"Kdybych si odmyslela kostru a cary, nazvala bych ho Walterem, protoze tohle na nej uplne sedi," rekla pobavene a castecne i fascinovane. Walter byl jeji zivotni vzor, a nekdo by rekl, ze se k nemu chova jako k bohovi. "Me ani nevadi, ze me nikdo za zabavnou nevidi. Mam klid, nikdo ke me nechodi pro vtipy a kdyz chci si hrat, nebo delat neco jineho, tak si vzdy nejakeho jelena na zabavu najdu. Spise jeleni se snazi pobavit me, ne ja je."

"Myslim, ze tvuj pach a padajici srst... Ne, delam si legraci. Jen jsem hledala nejakeho samce, ale to uz je v podstate jedno," zazubila se a dostala trochu obavy, zda - li ho nejakym zpusobem neurazila. I kdyz by ji zajimali jeho vlastnosti, nakonec si rekla, ze ona ho pozna a zjisti si tak pak vic.