Dunno. 3 years. Not much compared to some people here, but I haven't been active on the community about the first year and a half I joined, so suppose this makes up for it? I didn't even notice it was here until I checked profile randomly..
Hope to have many more years with you all! I'm sure that some will disappear- it's inevitable with what goes on in that world out there. School, work, the whole lot. But I hope as few leave as possible, and I certainly hope that I stick around as well.
With the happenings of a few months ago I was afraid the Forest would die out, but maybe it'll continue. I'm very happy this little anniversary could happen thanks to everyone who is able to donate to the forest's efforts. It would definitely be a downer trying to log into the Forest and finding the servers had been shut down. Glad that hasn't happened.
Came out a tad longer than I wanted it to, but oh well.

I was thinking of the baby deer, and there we have two phases, childhood and adulthood, but like any deer he has the stage at which a teenager, I know that the game is just for fun, but it would be nice too if you had the stage teenager? what do you think yes or no?

I know it's strange cause we enter like a deer male, but maybe could a deer be pregnant?

When I step over a deer stand or on top of him, begins to show a yellow circle, and increases and dropping symbols, why?

When I step over a deer stand or on top of him, begins to show a yellow circle, and increases and dropping symbols, why?

Do people draw on here? Do they do them on another website? There all soo smooth and not pixly and scratchy. How do they do this?

Mom just had surgery and got puppy bites all over my hand wonder what tomorow will bring

In which Dannii tries to explain how her characters found the forest, and how they continue to flicker between the deer and human world. WARNING :: May contain extreme rambling. |8

[=10]If Vipin was certain of anything, they were few in number:

The sky was a huge blue eye, and the sun was blonde. He was also fairly certain of another thing—he was alive. But he didn’t know for sure. He had been here for so long, in the world without trees, with only several reoccurring characters for company. Two of these characters were his sisters, one a tall, barb-tongued rebel with steel blue eyes, who he had known for a very long time, who was the other side of his soul, the rougher, more sarcastic side. That wasn’t all she was, though. He could see emotions well behind her eyes and feel sobs in her steps and could sense feeling in every breath she took. His other sister, the fairly boned, gossamer peacock, was small and rarely spoke. She had marvelously violet eyes that changed shades if you stared too long, and a heart that swelled bigger than her tiny body.

There were a few other characters. One was a golden stag whose antlers, rooted to his head, stemmed far into the sky. He was always accompanied by a slender, charming red doe who could evaporate into thin air. Together they created a dynamic of sorts, with the stag’s earthly presence and the doe’s watery effervescence, and it was strangely comforting, but Vipin rarely saw them. They came and went as they pleased, to nowhere in particular, leaving flowers wherever they stepped. He wished they would stay when he approached them. The stag always disappeared in a lightning-strike of branches and the doe turned into the sky. It left him with his sisters and three other figures.

These three figures were royalty; a king, a queen, and the Black Hand's prince.

The king, Nevermore, was dead. As was the queen, Azalea, and her prince, Calisto. Vipin knew this well. His sister, the tall one with steely gaze, had stabbed Azalea straight through the eyes. He himself had murdered Nevermore on a starless, black night. Calisto had died much earlier.