Anyone wanna rp with Tanarus? :]

I'll post an intro up, all you guys have to do is post a reply. It's open to anyone!

HIS BIO: HERE

The forest was quiet in the early morning as the young stag awoke. He squinted at the sun sleepily, but got up nonetheless and with a stretch, began to move throughout the trees. A few birds chirped in the distances, but most was calm. Tanarus rubbed his horns quickly against a pine tree as he passed, careful not to mess up the candles on his antlers, before shaking his head and breathing in the crisp morning air. "A little cool out today..." He mused to himself and set off to begin his day.

Striped legs blended with the pale golden grass he walked through, but his emerald back stuck out. In most ways, he resembled a young bull elk like his father, but his kirin mother graced him with a long, tasseled tail. It was dragged through the grass behind him and Tanarus listened to the quiet 'tink' sounds the plants made when they hit his golden tail cuff. Stopping by the edge of the pond, he dipped his head to take a drink and await company.

Hi



Would anyone help me get a set for my character, Bear. He is in dire need of one.


He needs:

Candle antlers

Long face mask


and


Kabuki pelt

If you have the time, he will be at the crying idol with this pictogram

Thank you.

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She must have thought me very silly. I was working on the final poem for the scavenger hunt (Hooves crossed it goes well; it turns out I have one less poem than I thought I did. Oh dear.) when Sage arrived, to see me muttering and pacing. She didn’t laugh… But as I explained my woes to her, the idea formed and struck me like lightning, the words a pitter-patter of rain in my heart. When I write a poem, I admit it: I am not thinking. Not in the way that I think normally. All the parts of me that worry and fret move aside, and what moves in me is pure words. It’s editing when the thought comes back. Still, to spend so long pacing, and then be over in so little time…That’s odd to watch, isn’t it?

Still, when we were done, we went dancing again. The strange dancing, the slow-dancing that I showed her once; we’d both been thinking about it. We began to try and work out some signals – follow me, for example. In fact, that’s our only example. Just as the thoughts began to slide into the movement, into the cardinal-flush of her fur, into delightful play of language made of eye contact and a nod of the head, the first and truest language of the forest…
A little fawn came up. We happily danced with him, and until a second one came running, we even made a small attempt to show off our dancing to an audience – I wonder if the little fellow thought it strange?

But with two fawns, there’s no way we could focus long enough to do much more. We quickly fell to just goofing around, running and hopping in circles, gaining and shedding fawns like leaves. I think at most, we had 3 with us at a time, and total, we had 4; we’d occasionally stop to cast some antler magic, or take a break for me to sit and take a note or two for this entry.
I didn’t know their names, and for that, I’m sad.

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Seed had been pondering this for months: do another scavenger hunt? Well, it was not so much if he should, but if he could; could he find enough places? Enough poems? Well, he felt he had, in the end. He had worked and pondered and, at last, he had found enough poems.

As before, he took a great strip of birchbark and a berry-ink on his antler-tips of his own design, and he wrote out a note in the language of the deer. He left it unsigned; anyone who didn't know that he wrote last time wouldn't know who wrote it.

He liked it better when people didn't know he wrote it.

And it said:


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[center]To All Dear Forest-Dwellers:

In the interest of letting poetry be as it was meant -- a surprise look at the world, a delight to reach and understand, and a part of the community -- I have gone forth once again and spread some of my poems throughout the forest, with each poem tied to its location. To each poem, I will release clues. Should you fail to find it, you may just find another clue to its location. I will release them gradually, so that I will be able to preserve them for my collection in case no one decides to hunt them out. Each wave of poetry will get, ideally, harder to find: you who can find the last poem will, without question, truly know the forest. You'll have truly gone and looked around, and been fully aware of this world. I applaude you, and applaude you all who love treasure hunts and pretty words.

I hope you find them as unexpected treasures.

I'm just going to use this is apologise in advance if I see anyone and use emotes that might be seen as negative, I'm still learning and trying to work out what it all means

I found the dance emote though, and managed to put flowers on my head, and other peoples! Yay for having plants on your head XD.

I don't seem to be getting my registration email, I've checked the spam folder in case and I've not got anything new. I know these things aren't instant, but I registered over an hour ago. Is there something wrong? Or am I just impatient?

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