Dark, ominous, foreboding
Thoughts and feelings floating
Clouded vision, clouded eyes
Living dead, wants to die

Black, menacing, threatening
Affliction suffering
Losing the love, Losing the life,
Listing sins, filled with strife

Pain, agony, reliving
Sweet relief in the drawing
Tangled thinking, tangled speaking
Sketching life, sketch dreaming

Numb, paralyzed, abashed
Color and lines penciling
Clearing the way, Making a path
Curving ways, Curving wrath

Tears, a healing, more crying
Pours out through my finger tips
Intense focus, Intense movement
Release please, Release please

Peace, a calmness, a respite
Animals symbols abstracts
Metaphor light, metaphor dark
Balance in, balance out

In the darkness came the art
In the darkness came my life

Hello... I'm new here. Since I'm a total failure at online RPing, I'm not sure how successful this attempt will be. But I love this game to death and it's super addicting! I can't wait to make some friends!

Name: Riala

Gender: Doe

Personality: Strong and very sociable but hates starting up an engagement with anyone. Actively seeks out others but is too shy to approach. Once you get to know her, though, she will never let you go.

Description: Default antlers, peacock pelt, no mask.

Quick Bio: Waking up in the forest, she knew that she was forgetting something. It was as if she had woken up out of a dream, but as she felt the grass beneath her hooves she was obviously mistaken. For a fleeting moment she came to the conclusion that she had been reborn into another life- but just as quickly as the revelation came, it disappeared, and all Riala was left with was knowing that she was young and free and absolutely starving. And so she went to snack on some fungus. Thus begun a beautiful childhood.

As she grew, she kept to herself and observed other deer from afar, watching them to see what she should act like. Now she is older and still the same, though less skiddish around others and capable of holding her ground. Quite level-headed, too; it would take a lot of doing to anger her or even ruffle her fur.

THIS WILL BE CHANGING A LOT, PROBABLY.

I'm not going to save any of the old stuff. I'll just be building on top. This is just a general character sheet for easy reference. Stories or anything will be separate posts.

Can someone with the older version cast the Candle antlers on troll deer please?

I cannot connect to the forest. I can re-log, and disconnect and then try reconnecting, but nothing happens. I have no idea /what/ it could, be whether the BZD is causing all of the backup or what, but I cannot play TEF unit this issue resolves itself. Which most likely means missing seeing the BZD for the first time in all the time I have been here. I am sorry, but this issue simply will not resolve itself, and I wanted the skull mask more than I wanted anything else, after losing my last one. If anyone can help, I'd appreciate it. But no matter how long I wait, the forest never loads. Not getting what I really wanted for Halloween this year, I guess. Good job to those who have even /seen/ the stupid BZD in-forest. To be frank, they need to remove this issue before I explode.

Cutiepie has left the forest,this is the story of her going back home.Enjoy =]

A story I am doing of Shika and her sister. (They will be human)

The italics is a dream or past. If the title is not obvious, this is a dream Shika is having when she was little, she is now realizing her past. The dream is taking place about 10 years ago or so.

My writings suck, so yeah only doing a little amount of these stories, heh. This is only chapter 1.

Music added! Please play! There is also a picture at the bottom of Shika's reaction (Anime style)

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The fog broke like dawn, all of the sudden turning into daylight, leaving things a little changed in their place. I'd never seen the world go from night to day so slowly and so all-at-once like that: the forest's time is odd, but that moment left be breathless and clean.
After candles and lightning, graves (was my own grave, empty, among them? I get little chills), and bursts of poppies sending out bubbling opiates like fountains of light... It's strange that the departure of someone powerful and distant as a star, not the presence but the absence of something -- that such a thing is what leaves me breathless is astonishing in and of itself.

He came up to where Walter, Illrose, and I were sitting. I don't really understand how she could stand to be near him... Except, perhaps, that she's like me, and can't tear herself away. I'm not sure.
But one moment, I was thinking about ... other things... And the next, when my attention returned, there he was. I wondered if he had read my poem about him -- had he liked it? I bet he hated it. It really could have been better -- I had never even noticed that he breathes white smoke, or even thicker mist containing a thousand motes of light. How emberassing!

After he had gone, I sat for a little while with Rutilus on the edge of the fog, watching the light begin to change, and feeling like I was witnessing the heart of something stunning, in the soft half-grey, half-gold light. They should have sent a better poet. Well, I will consider the matter further.

...Still, I doubt he even knows I exist. All the same, it was impressive. And to watch the fog lift and light seep in like a sudden breaking of surfce tension -- even as I played among the giant mushrooms...

Below the cut. c:

HI peoples! ^^

I made a video and posted it on youtube but its kinda short and maybe needs a lil more work...
Tells me what you think plz.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TxnGsdCAN8