Hey everyone I'm new too this but I know I'm gunna love it I know some people on this already like thyzar that's my mate

Hello! I was out playing in the forest today, when I met a new friend! He or she was wearing skullmask and a brown pelt I think. I printscreened the deers pictogram, but unfortunantley I screwed up and lost this screen. It's not in the screenshot map. We were playing and casting spells on eachother.

And then, earlier today, I met another deer who was wearing a black and white pelt, with no mask, ordinary antlers and purple flowers in them. Gosh, I wonder who those two deers are?!? If you recognize this, please answer, since I want to know who you are! I had alot of fun!!

Hugs from

~ Kebi

Hi! Im now back on track again, after like... umm.. 2 years of inactivity. Glad for it, really, I've missed it! And now I want to ask for help! You see, in two years many things changes, and it seems that my old spelldata file, where I got my pelt saved isn't valid anymore. Nothing happens when I paste it in to "userdata". I used to have zombiepelt/Skeleton pelt and skull mask with matching antlers (the big red ones) and I wonder if someone could be so kind to send their spelldata to my e-mail, containing one of those pelts or both? I feel a bit naked only in ordinary brown pelt, haha. Thank you friends!! Here's my e-mail: sienri@live.se

Hugs from
~ Kebi

It was within the echoes of the empty forest that solace was found. Quiet breath mimicked gentle waves here. The swaying motions that accompanied breathing almost mimed the rocking of a boat if one felt themselves grow detached from their earthly bodies in just the right way. Was there truly a right way?

Gulls bob on the ocean, the white boat seeming to wish to be one itself. Waves that were colored by the sky's reflection lapped gently upon the hull. Lake breezes swept up nostrils and caused gentle sighs. Only a slight plop was heard as the fishing lure hit the water.

Was it the lure, or did an acorn hit the earth nearby? Ears pricked in that direction only could confirm it was when the pattering of little squirrel feet was heard. The clicks of their chattering barely broke the silence.

The clicks of the mast and sail echoed over the land. Bright white and tall, it stretched toward the sun and began to call out, flapping in the wind and driving the boat on. Lures great and small trailed behind the boat, strumming tightly with each time they contacted the rod.

Like the click of a woodpecker against the trunk of a tree, the flapping of a bird against the air with its wing, it all was constant and added to the echoes of the forest, not so empty as once thought.


Supposed you could compare this place to a boat on the water. It was worth the giggling, assuredly. The stag lay himself against the ground to sleep, to dream of open water and floating gulls one more time.

Ok I really need a bio pic for grey but I can't do it because it would take me so long and plus I can't shade with ms paint. If you don't mind a hand drawn pic of your char( another thing to keep in mind I don't have a scanner so it's going to be a picture of the drawing... Sorry) I would be willing to draw your char (no backgrounds because I suck at them). If you're interested just leave a reply with a ref if the char of yours that you would like me to draw. Another thing, if you just want to do a trade that would be awesome as well.

Here is his ref and also an example of my art....
Greyhorn's ref

This is the picto
It'd be much appreciated ❥

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The void...it has kept me for so long. It seemed I grew accustomed to its warmth that enveloped me. To step out seemed almost...scary. Yes, I would admit it. I was scared. Wouldn't you fear the light if you knew darkness for as long as I? When that pinprick appeared in the distance I wanted to run, but it seemed deep down in my soul I yearned for it as I moved toward it.

Then there it was, the forest in all its wonder. The void was different. I was weightless there and things did not move so dizzyingly fast. My legs stumbled beneath me, and my muscles did all they could to hold me up. Even my flayed skull felt heavy on my neck. It was a wonder I did not appear a deer ensnared by a spell gone horribly wrong.

It took some time to orient myself, though the way the world moved in my eyes made my stomach ill. Death was more welcome than my churning stomach. Finally getting my feet moving fairly well beneath me I headed to the pond to soak my world weary body. Perhaps I was not meant for this world anymore...

Then I heard the snap of a twig and my body clenched tight to twist my head and ears about. If some predator was upon me, they would find out that I could still bit harder than they. Dreaming of being the meanest birch tree in the forest only was thwarted by the fact I could not become the said tree!

But it was nothing after me, but my kind. My. Kind...

It had been so long, and even in my longing to be alone I found a longing to be with them now and again. In the void there are no deer. There is nothing. Just me and my memories.

Stepping carefully through the brush I found myself greeted by a rather bouncy deer, and I could not help but want to join in. I grudgingly admit I was a terrible jumper, and my social skills were less than stellar, but it seemed to make the quality of time together no less. It also did not seem to make other deer turn away.