So last night, at 3:00 - 4:00 AM Eastern Time, I came onto TEF. [ was up latee, bored. ] Then I ran into this deer, and we ended up following each other and playing with fawns, meeting other people, etc. After and hour or so of running around and playing, this person bowed to me as a goodbye, and logged out of the game.
This deer had the Antelope Pelt, Real Deer Mask, and Antelope Antlers.
My deer had the Real Deer Pelt, Real Deer Mask, and Fan Antlers. [ now my deers antlers are changed to the default ones tho lolz. ]
I really wanna know this person because I had an awesome time with him / her. I wish I could've taken a screenshot of his / her symbol [ or in-game name thingy ].
If you are this person, or know this person on this forum, please please please please please let me know.
I had an awesome time playing last night.. I am coming on at the same time tonight hoping I can see this deer again. :3

Thanks for reading ~

So sometimes you'll meet deer in the game that you follow around and you kinda don't wanna leave them!

Seeing other deer together, (hugging & such), makes me wonder where my friend went.
I saw this deer at maybe 3:00-4:00 AM Eastern Time and I was wondering if that person was on here.
My deer is brown with the lighter brown under-pelt, and he had the moose looking antlers,
with the brown mask-face-whatever. Does anyone mind telling me the names of pelts and things?
Anyone, I really hope I will be able to play with this person again. We had fun and had a bunch of fawns following us around. <3
So this is my first post..
I've only seen TWO people with this pelt that I think you get from Halloween or something.. It's kinda a black but it looks like your skin is ripped off in some areas. & also a skull mask? I want that! Does anyone know about that?

Thanks for reading.

I've been using the permadevout pelt for a long time as my deer "Atticus" but for some reason it doesn't seem to want to work now. (And yes I have the right game version) Is there something else that's changed that I should be doing or does it not work anymore?

These are the steps I've always done to make it work-

1. Go to the twin gods and pray until you turn white.
2. Go to your menu screen, to network, uncheck the 'connect automatically' box and hit disconnect.
3. When you are disconnected, then hit connect
4. Go back to the forest, stand up as your deer, run around a little, or air-jump, and when your game connects again you should have the permadevout pelt.
5. Make sure you are not wearing a pelt when doing this- naked


Please help if you have an answer, thank you ♥

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Roiling water pushed her down, pressed her cheek against the black mud and held her there helpless. She tried to fight it, but the churning waves won out over her strength, pushing cold salty water down her throat. It filled her lungs, sealed her throat, and flooded her nose with a burning sensation.

Just an hour ago everything had been perfect. She hadn't come home to her father's anger in a month, been greeted by his yelling at her, telling her she wasn't good enough, not good enough to live, let alone live in his house under his roof.

The ocean was her comfort, her only haven from him. Camellia walked down the thin sandy path that wound down near the coast every day that she could. This was the first time she had come at night.

She didn't know exactly what she did, but the memory in her house, not that long ago stood out in her mind. Camellia had come home late, and remembered his hollering, then the smack of his hand against the pale skin on her cheek. He had slapped her. Hard. She remembered how she'd screamed, terror and pain that he had broken the barrier that stood between them ever since her mother left. He was just as shocked as she was, and his disbelief lent her time. She had torn out of the house and down the dirt path and thrown herself with all her heart and mind into the water.

The current tugged at her, slapping her with the brute force of the ocean as she swayed in the water, giving in to it's might.

Her head slumped against her chest, and all was blackness and the warmth of the liquid surrounding her, coddling her. If she wasn't half-drowned she might have wondered how she could still breathe.
Then, a pause as the girl opened her eyes and swam, pushed her tired limbs into movement and heaved herself onto the shore of some body of water that was no longer recognizable to her.
Everything seemed almost bigger, taller than before and bigger. And this was when she looked at herself, twisting her head to get a good look and then throwing herself back into the lake's murky waters. It was as if she was trying to drown herself all over again.

Her legs were stronger now, but so unsteady. It seemed as though she had become a deer! But Camellia continued to try to get herself back into the depths of the pond, flailing with hooved feet, and finally, collapsing with a broken sob on the bank. Her bruised body needed rest, and as she curled up into a tight little ball that was all that she could fathom.

[hover] this is an interactive with camellia, a human-faced doe character who has just entered the forest through the pond~ interactions are very much appreciated.

What is abiogenesis and when do they have it?

Another war story? Oh, no. It's a half rant/half explanation of Zash's past in a fairly better way than what I originally put down. Please note that this is Zash's perspective and opinions and they don't necessarily reflect my own.

Enjoy another side of him, the rant-y angry, bitter side. Mild cursing.




War has since lost its old romance. The romance you read about in the history books, the one where men ride forth of their valiant steeds to meet a death they may or may not conquer. The one where men clad themselves in armor, brandishing a bow or a sword that seems to fit them perfectly.

Yes, that old romance is gone.

Gone with the metallic blade, gone with even the crossbow, the axe, and the arrow. They even went so far as to pull the steed out from under them, to have them stabled; hobbled, waiting for the breath of war they will never see again.

The open battlefield of day is replaced with the relentless battering of day and night, with no place to hide, no place to run. Burrowed in the ground, waiting to be flushed out like a fox.

Waiting for the hunting hounds to come.

That was the game he was thrown into, whether he realized it or not. Deep down somewhere, he did. It was an underlying knowledge, a whispering thought hiding between the lines. Yet, like everything, he didn’t want to believe.

And why should he? War was glorious. Beautiful. Something that every young man wanted to be a part of simply to prove themselves. Who cared about all the little details? It didn’t matter when the glory of fighting for your country became such a grand thing, to rid the world of the evil that harmed it and its people.

They failed to mention the rats the size of small cats, the trenches, and the bombings well into the night. They failed to mention the chlorine gas that wandered the trenches and no man’s land, probing about the earth like some blind creature. They failed to mention the aircraft, easy to detect but hard to avoid.