I can't seem to connect tonight, is there matanice going on or something I don't know about??? I can play as an anano deer but I can't connect to my own deer. :/

Playing with CSS isn't very fun.

Will be born on Sunday, the 20th. (:

The birth will take place at the Twin Gods' hill, and the fawn will be born around 7 p.m. ( My timezone is Europe/ Oslo on this converter, if you need to convert the time. )
Everyone is welcome to be there, and personally I don't care much about everyone keeping their distance but as Verdalas has pointed out in a comment below; Walter is probably going to be rather protective so no one should do anything stupid. x'D
All I ask is that we all keep calm even if a stranger happens to wander a bit too close to the birth place. I don't want anyone to gang up on someone who doesn't know what's going on, I want this to be a nice and calm event. :')

So, hope to see you guys there! n_n

Thank you so much everyone. :')
Screenies under cut.

My Fawn had fun today

First, my fawn was sad, because yesterday my fawn argued with another fawn, then another deer came and started rubbing its head against my fawn, then another deer came and we all had fun Then two fawns came, my fawn ran of to the statue, came back, my fawns pelt was white, changed a sleeping deer's pelt to white then we all started laughing (the emote thing in the game), then I ran and changed my fawn's pelt to red, went back, and the two deers and my fawn started laughing.

(My fawn's getting boring, lets just say I, me, my..)

When the red pelt was gone, I turned my pelt to red, put roses on, went back and started dancing again.

Then I turned the game off, came on here and made this

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Hello.

I just wanted to tell my friends: I am inactive lately and can rarely get to the game. Because I have school that lately steals most of my time. Also, the internet is very slow in this area, so it's hard to play in some hours. However, as I can, I'll try to bring back my characters in-game and continue their story.

Please, said the mocking pheasant
As the shackles tore and laughed, clink clank
The stone walls crumpled with mirth and sniggered
Leaving a shamed face hung in misery
As a mirror image stared back at him and grinned

It grinned, he saw, it smiled and jeered
Pleaded to make him blush and sought to break him
A soldier may not disobey an order, and though he
was no soldier, it was just the same
Authority overrides pride.

Wh-tshh! Searing, beautiful pain!
Broken.