Today I enjoyed my first day as a fawn. I had fun, got lost several times and found out I'm quite the clutzy little deer, but all in all, I had fun. Though the elder stags seem to have formed a tight group with each other, some of the other fawns seem to be more playful and accepting of a few giggles with another deer they are not familiar with.

I also had fun with learning how to use magic. Of course, I was taking advantage of the sleepers, but the effects don't last too long, so I'm sure all is well.

I must note that the elders have such beautiful fur. I hope that I too look that majestic when I grow up.

Anyone wanna meet me?

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I'm thinking of getting a drawing tablet for my birthday but not sure what to get... can anyone suggest some makes for beginner users? I've heard about bamboo tablets but I would like some references. thanks


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...on my brain.

Curious inconsistencies, the sort that set teeth on edge, that was the way the Beast tended to work. There was no rhyme, no reason, no real way to tell what he was thinking. Deep behind the fires float in empty sockets, a brain was perpetually turning, churning, vomiting up thoughts and ideas.

None of them were meant to be taken home to mother. None of them were good - nothing good had ever come out of the Beast. Plenty of good things had gone into him though, little lights and lives he'd chewed up and spat out.

He was not in the business of caring; his was not a mind meant for mild-mannered thoughts. The only thing Bylah had to show for the way he acted was the corpses he'd left lying in his wake, a pretty little parlor trick to appease certain spirits that thought it was his duty to work.

Work? What was work to something that never stopped eating?

And so the Beast spent his time smiling - for one may smile and smile and be a villain - and could never quite stop, either. A skull, after all, has but one thing it can do.

Then here came this small thing, this white wonder that thought it knew better. Briefly, Bylah had thought of Nine, another white monstrosity, so small in his audacity. Nine had slipped and slithered, shoved himself beneath the rot-wet of Bylah's side, and had stayed there perhaps longer than he should have. You can't stay close to something that reeks for too long, before you, too, start to stink of sun-molten flesh.

Bylah considered the thing as he did all else - dispassionately, without care or consideration. What did he have a need for companionship for? What did he care about white things, and how eager they all seemed to sully themselves with him?

I've opened up point commissions on dA,

If anyone's interested in one, of their TEF characters, take a look c:

Would someone please explain throughly. Everyone seems to have a good mix of these but, I on the otherhand.. I am a ginger deer (I love ginger..BUT) , I'd love to know some other good secrets in the endless forest. I particularly love the peacock look.. someone please help me , I'm clueless.

Rein

I really wanna watch some TEF people on dA

Link your dAs please!

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mine is pembr0ke

always under constraction

Can anyone draw a pic of my char Greyhorn that I could use in my signature? Just tell me a price. If interested please leave me a comment. He has the dotd pelt, candles and the skull mask. Thanks in advance.