I'm a mini deer with 'orca' antlers and a 'common deer' mask. (see avatar) For some reason, even if I save my appearance, I always lose my pelt! It's like I have it, but yet I never did! If anyone has any idea why PLEASE do let me know!!

Patti thoughts (Ayala's controller)-- Wow, it's night in the forest.. I'm so happy I caught this moment.
It's only been a few days since I saw giant mushrooms and snow there, too. This is so cool. It is 12:29 CST USA so the effect may still be going on with Version 3.4 users.

Ayala's thoughts-

And so here I am. Wide awake and happy this night in the wood. The mist heightens every scent and perfume, moon kissed on the soft wind. I was gifted with a pelt of moon and shadow and I love it. A passing striped Elder gave me large antlers for the night's span. For that, I am grateful.



A fawn gave me a delicate mask. One that I shall keep. It's maroon but reflects the night inside of the mist which surrounds us right now.



The moon is lurid with calming peace and I am falling under her spell.



Oh, mist on my whiskers, I drink.

Oh, moon on my back, I feel your soft velvet light.

Oh, friendly shadows that enhance the sound of my people, I rejoice.

Oh, peaceful flyers, I hear your happy chatter and I smile.



The waters show the legless swimmers in bright colors that tickle the eye.

Had Steve (aka Shalaco) out romping this morning. He met some great deer and wants to know who they are!!!
But first, waking up to the night.


He's loving the fog . . . .


Now, who is this lovely stag? Steve had fun derping around with you!


Relaxing with his chums. And who are the skully deers? Seems you were watching us derp . . .


Dance party of derp.


See your deer? Steve wants to know!! He needs derp buddies!

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?

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