Okay, first of all I want to say thank you for all of your helpful answers to my last blog question. This community seems to be full of kind people.

Now, I have a new question. I want to see an image of my pictogram to I can set it as my icon/avatar for my account, pictures, and blog postings. Where can I find an image of my avatar? And how do I set it as my avatar?

Thanks in advance.

A story my boyfriend wrote about a friend of his (this is NOT fiction though). I really think more people should actually read about it, as I found it really inspiring... Take the time to read it, I personally think it's worth it.I'm sorry if you're offended about the fact it's not TEF-related. But I'm certain the community can handle it.
So here it goes.

I'll always be amazed on how much the internet can unite people over large distances, and create friendships just as strong, if not stronger, than those in real life. Among the chaotic highway of websites, forums, blogs all over the web, I have met a lot of people, and many of these have marked me forever. So here I tell a story of one those people, a person who has definitely been one of the highest influences in my mindset towards life. (...)

...the little death, girl.

Crawling, creeping, creaking along, she let the world ease beneath her. Grass and leaves, they littered the floor- the latter swallowing the former. There was a certain sort of irony to that, too - one that didn't go unnoticed. Soon, the world would be white, snow in thick drifts. Bleats would turn into beats, hooves stamping in the snow, and she knew it would only make them easier to catch.

The little lives here were nothing but figments of an overactive imagination anyway. Soon, it wouldn't matter one whit.

The snow would come and snuff out all of those lives.

It would have help.

She would stalk and slither after them, one by one, effective adversary to taking out all those little lives.

She wouldn't lose a lick of sleep over it, either. She wouldn't stay up and stare at the starry sky, wondering why, Gods, why? had she done what she'd done. Why had she ended such sad little stories before they got started?

Sad stories about a deer and a hunter, a picker, a perfect personification of all things wrong in the world. She knew it better than most, and even then, she didn't feel the need to stop herself.

A few feet away, a fawn was nosing at some leaves, searching for the barely green grass hiding beneath it. Just another day, another meal, another five minutes of fame it might have felt the second she snapped her teeth around its throat.

So much for playing in the snow.

And I forgot how to play.
XD
So after a hearty laugh at myself I dipped back in and found I didn't loose as much as I thought. Unfortunately I lost a lot of my deer's stuff; he had a nice set too. Do I have to jump back onto the old version? Or is there a way to transfer the data? Or would someone be willing the help me get my old things back? Also, any way I can make pelts permanent? I had one that I liked but it washed off when I accidentally fell in the water. I don't want to risk that again....

Well, back to hopping around and figuring out this silly thing.

Just a hypothetical situation I thought up and wanted to write for a while. I suppose you can say it's a post-Halloween story. Enjoy.

This story is a little graphic so be warned

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"I can't stand it! I hate him so much, but...I want him so badly! I'm starting to think that this plan of taking over won't work...at least while he's still in the picture. Unless...", Iugulare thought for a moment, "Unless it wasn't me who infected the Endless Forest."

Anirapio tilted her head, "What are you suggesting?", the dragon questioned.

The stoat grinned, "Why didn't I think of this before? I could propose a trade to the Twin Gods...they get to remove the 'threat' of infection if I surrender to them, if only they let me take Quad with me."

"Would they fall for that? And what do you mean about it not being you who infected the Endless Forest?", Nekumbra questioned.

"Well I have you two to handle that.", Iugulare spoke.

"So we'll be infecting while you're captured?", Anirapio thought, "It's risky...but if it's what you want to do..."

The stoat nodded, "It is. I get a break from this assault on the planet and get to torture the sweet little blackbuck while you take over. Then you bust me out when you're finished.", she said. She rubbed a small amount of infection on the two of them to make sure they could infect without her.

The plan was set. It was now up to Iugulare to negotiate...

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Quad walked toward the Twin Gods' statues to find a shocking sight. There were Michael and Auriea, talking with Iugulare! His Grand Talux wings burst from his back, and he was prepared to fight, when Michael said, "Stand down, Quad.

I want to no if there is more girl antlers i only no about the feather ones and the bud one and flowers. Any others?

It is dark early this time of year.

Raindrops fall off the eaves and hit the pavement, a million tiny mouse-traps in the dark. The wind wails like a small child as it blows through the trees. The child calls out for her mother, who seems to answer, before you realize that it is the roar of a train's whistle bringing death to any in its path. Your heart stutters with the cold as the rain pelts your coat with wet, icy bullets from the dark, bleeding clouds. Thy hang like a low and dusty ceiling, a basement to a bright world covered in stars, little holes in the fabric of the night sky. The bottoms of your bare feet freeze, as if the concrete were the frozen gray snow that collects in the crooks of curbs in the middle of winter. You slap them hard as you walk, trying to bring the heat of your blood back in, but the cold only creeps up your legs as if you were wading slowly in to an arctic ocean. The wind caresses your face gently, reminding you with its little beads of water why you came out dressed in everything except your shoes.

If you cried, your tears would offend the rain. You hold them in until it becomes too dark for the water drops to see them rush down your face in a flood that would make Niagra jealous. The tears hold no emotion, but dive headlong from your eyes in a constant stream of kamikaze fighters that head for the ground, bouncing off of your cheeks to mingle at your chin, leaping to join the cloud-blood-rain.

The heat assails you as you let the shower clean the dirt and grime from the pale and cold skin. The soap and lather, heat revives you.

You're ready to go back out again, and find yourself snuggled up in a strange room but with someone who is in no way a stranger.

[=timesnewroman][=10][center]You mustn't fall asleep just yet, darling, it is not quite your time...

A blurry horizon of deepest violet. The sea of gold washes from side to side, gently lulling the trees into a hypnotic trance, enticing the vivid feathered bullets that shoot slowly here and there, stabbing the dirt. Look upwards, to where the sky should be, and see only an empty void...deepest violet. Cast a stoned eye to the future instead and look upon pristine diamond that glistens in the unexplained moonbeams.

Thou shalt hold no other Gods before us.

Hot breath smelling of sweet oblivion. Rusting corpses and hungered ghosts swimming in the meltdown of a softening brain. Inhale, seek solace, and find only choking exile from oxygen. An arch nemesis clutches at an exposed throat and threatens quietly to cease life altogether. Beg emptily for release and salvation. Recieve none and, in suffocating frustration, flail clawed hooves at a faceless smile.

No, no...this won't do. Don't you know who I am?

Impossible to tell until told first, without the stretching bones that hide so many strange faces. Such beauty concealed behind curious monstrosity, a poignant lesson to be learned. Blackened eyes from a nameless race of titans, the old ones that came before...but how to remember such things, being so young? Able to breathe again, sucking disappointing life back into the chamber.

Thou shalt not...thou shalt...thou shalt not...thou shalt not, shalt not, not...

Snapping smile and hateful lap of tongue against high and mighty cheek. Distinctive taste of blood and sin. Curling white smoke from the same diamond figures, wrapping around the faceless beauty that surrounds nothing.

I decided to start back up on the forest fashions, I had to take a short hiatus for a fashion convention. And what's a fashion convention without the fashionista herself there? Teehee! Well anyway, the Fashion Magazine is back in business.

Hello, and welcome to the Forest Fashion Magazine! I'm your host, the fashionista herself, Zephyr, and I'm here for guidance in all things fashion! As you may know in fashion, one day you're in, and the next day you're out! In the Endless Forest, this is just as true - some pieces of Forest flair may be fashionable one day and trash the next, so keep your subscriptions HERE so you can keep up with the latest trends, and stay far, far away from those fashion disasters! I'll keep you updated on all the latest gossip in the comments, and trendy fashions as well as fashion no-nos will be listed right here!

Got a gripe about the fashions and un-fashions I list? RANT ABOUT IT! You may affect future fashions, babe!

Also check below to see if you're mentioned as fashionable or totally unfashionable!

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09/11/11 - Today's Forest Fashions:

Fashion hot-spot (most fashionable place in the Forest) - By the river, cause that's where trends are born

What's fashionable - "Trumpet" Antlers

Fashion no-nos - Nothing since everyone's been dressed up in their most awful clothes in the back of their closets for Halloween, so everything is approved by the fashion police...this time...

Always in style - Peacock Mask, Peacock Antlers, Peacock Pelt
[b]Always out of style - Nakedness!