You could call me Foxtrot from my picto, which I'll post later but- THE FOREST IS DARK!!!! Owl hoot as Trey, my char, shudders . What is happening? Is something special happening to make this happen? Has it happened to you? I'm hanging with a squirrel buddy near the tree right now. (i wanted to become Tiny Trey lol) I'll post tinypics later but can anyone explain?

does anyone want to play TEF cuz i'm rly bored

Ok so the forest still won't connect. Anybody got some tips on how to make it log me in so I can see you guys again?

Curled comfortably on the throe-rug before the fire place, black nose twitching under a tail of long wisping fur, ears slightly twitching in the emanating heat, Kam slept. The thick white strip of fur running from her nose up to stop between her long lashed eyes. The black fur on the ridge of her back bristled as she snarled in her sleep.
A rocking chair creaked as a large, finely built man shifted. The newspaper sheets in his hands rustled, causing another growl to rumble in Kam's chest.
"Heh! Think she chasin' t'croaws oot o' t'corn pautch. Heheheh." the man chuckled, shacking his head before turning his attention back to his paper. He was a middle aged man, tall, broad shouldered and heavily muscled, do to the hard labour that is required to run a farm. His face, lean and high cheek-boned, was weathered. He had thin lips and a straight nose with a faintly detectable boyish band of freckles across the bridge.
Allowing a ghost of a smile to spread across his lips, blinked his hazel eyes as he read The Daily News, Farm and Stock articles.
The clanking of cups in the kitchen could be heard loudly as the farmer's wife made the afternoon tea. A moment later footsteps were heard as Annie entered the living room. She was a small woman, but nicely covered, her small jovial round face beamed as she took pride in doing even the most menial things, like preparing afternoon tea. Her raven-black hair was pulled back in a loose bun which exposed her beautiful blue-gray eyes.
"Tea! Come on Tom! Up an' oot! That's moi chair. Sit'n yer own!" she admonished playfully. At the sound of her voice, Kam snapped to attention. Tea time was always the best. Annie was a well known woman in the community, one liked by all. Her cooking skills were also known clear over the Yorkshire Dales.
Kam scurried over to Tom; despite being so rough and strong, Tom, deep down, was a softy, and she knew it, however, the only problem was, so did Annie.

Curled comfortably on the throe-rug before the fire place, black nose twitching under a tail of long wisping fur, ears slightly twitching in the emanating heat, Kam slept. The thick white strip of fur running from his nose up to stop between his long lashed eyes. The black fur on the ridge of his back bristled as he snarled in his sleep.
A rocking chair creaked as a large, finely built man shifted. The newspaper sheets in his hands rustled, causing another growl to rumble in Kam's chest.
"Heh! Think 'e chasin' t'croaws oot o' t'corn pautch. Heheheh." the man chuckled, shacking his head before turning his attention back to his paper.

A digital drawing/sketch or painting of my Wild Thing.

He is a TEF deer from head to toe, wearing the Dark Real Deer Pelt. His antlers are normal, everything about him looks EXACTLY like it does in-game.

Link to his bio is in my signature, but I will post it here as well.

Please? Anyone? I'll give you cookies... and maybe a return request of art or writing

i'm going slowly towards the end of my drawing blockage so i'll make a little request.

the only thing you have to do is:
Post a bio/picture reffrence

and say if i should make a smaller version of the drawing as a sig.

i can do multible deers i one picture

remember to credit me- or you don't need to just don't say that you maked it yourself then i will become really sad

when the name of the eer turns into a link it's done

1)Akemi for Riia-Chan - Done - Sig

2)LightBringer for Gruffen - Done - Sig


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She was in an area hardest hit by Hurricane Irene and I just want to know if she's okay.