Hey guys, you may or may not have heard that I was diagnosed with a reading disorder. In short, I read a few pages of something but don't fully comprehend what I'm reading, and also I get tired of reading it after a few pages and put it down. It really made me feel awful that I don't read some of the longer stories on TEFc, despite being an advocate for reading more writing and giving writers more credit.

Therefore, could you please do me a favor? Please share a link to a story you have written, so that I can challenge myself to read them. It's going to be a test of dedication and discipline, and I will do my best to fully understand what I'm reading so that I can give you a comment at the end.

If you don't really have anything you've written, please give me a link to a news article that makes you happy.

Thank you all for your help. *nuzzles*


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Finished -

Watchtower by Wetterhound
All Grown Up by Licorice
The Master and the Maiden by Kumiko

I do love volunteering at the humane society, especially working with the kittens, sadly they love not just me but my glasses. The sweet little fluffy babies come purring around me , and suddely CLAWS ON MY BACK! Oh just that sweet little black kitten climbing my shirt attempting to eat my scrunchy. The frenzy begins and soon the glasses come off and my shoes are deployed as decoys. Oh sweet kittens your little purrs make the bleeding and lense scratches worth it.

This is a very ugly bio, at least until I learn CSS.

Nigel

He is not a monster, not a hero.

No powers, no weakness.

Nigel



Thank you Licorice for this awesome picture!

Set

*Orca pelt
*Crow/Hands mask
*Antelope Antlers
*Miniature

Info

*His parents' names were unknown. He somewhat remembers his mother's name, but only very little of it. His mother never spoke of his father, nor his name. And one day... she disappeared, and he hid near the safety of the Twin Gods, so they would protect him, until he grew up. He now searches for his father.
*Nigel is not an enemy. He does not have any other form. He does not have any powers. He is just a normal deer, and forever will be.
*Nigel is quite a coward. Especially bigger deer, as they are stronger. Yet he is not shy, and eager to make new friends everyday. He will run from danger, and will only fight to protect loved ones. He would die for them.
*Nigel is a fast deer. Because of this he isn't that strong and also has low endurance, he could not run far without getting tired.
*And that is why he is not much of a runner. In fact he hardly moves up at all. He is a lazybutt and loves to relax and snooze. Unless he is chilling with his friends, of course.
*Very friendly and would never insult someone. He would only insult a deer he dislikes.
*British accent.
*Has black hair. From the back of his head, and some strands dangle in front of his light blue eyes. Hair is covered by his mask.
*Has an ugly scar right above his front right hoof. He has no idea where he got it from.
*He is not exactly friendly to fawns, and never really hated them either. He just... ignores them. Usually bows a greeting to the fawn, then walks away.

I stumbled upon my login info for an account I made about three years ago. So of course I set my fawn aside (who will remain unnamed for the time being) and tried messing with my old avatar, who I will be exploring with over the course of the month. I would like to achieve this look (below). I am almost there, I'm just missing the pelt. If someone could help me get the pelt I will gladly repay them with a drawing of their character. I'm a pretty decent artist and this would be a good opportunity for me to practice. Examples of my work can be seen here > http://tarahelfer.tumblr.com

You help me, I help you.






-paperfang

Hello!

I'm FireDragon, and I am new here! I am friends with user BluedeerLegend18 in real life, and she taught me all about this place! The spells, the Abiogenesis parties, everything! So I decided to take a look around! I stalked looked at some of the things going on in this community, and then ran around in the game, and I decided this would be an awesome game so I signed up! Although I probably won't be doing that much stuff in the game because I'm a fawn and I don't want to be a boring fawn

I'm also going to have a character, I thought it would be fun! I'm trying to make a bio for him, and I'm trying to learn some CSS code thingys. I hope I can get his bio done soon! I also be using some of Blue's pictos, since she said she'll never come back here again (or at least, be very inactive around here). So you guys don't get confused!

And, I hate to ask this, but can someone draw me a picture of my deer for his bio? He has the Orca pelt, the Antelope antlers, the Crow mask, and he's a miniature. I would draw a picture of him but I suck at drawing.

Well, anyways, I think that's all you will need to know about me. I hope to see ya guys around!

Is there a way/place where I can hear all the different roars according to their masks?

I'd like to test some in order to develop a character. Thanks!

Okay, rules are simple. I want everyone to post 1 comment each.

Reason: To see how many members we are here. :3

Wow.. Thats alot so far!

Alone, a fawn lay curled in the crook of a tree's dark roots. For a couple of days now she watered the tree with her bitter tears. Sun spotting camouflaged her in this place, maybe that was why nobody came near the little child, she did not know. She did not know anything other than the obvious facts: she was alone and hungry.

The fawn blinked in to the sunlight as she watched others play, graze, and go about their daily lives. She had tried to eat the abundant grass around her that sustained her older brethren, but would always seem to wind up getting sick, like one thirsting at sea thought could not drink the water. Her stomach rumbled like a miniature thunderstorm had lodged inside it. The sickly, starving being lowered her head again and closed her eyes. A whimper came from her lips, and she squeezed her eyes tighter. A hiccuping cry barely drifted on the air as she let free her frustrations under the trees. Today, no tears came. She had finally grown too dehydrated to produce them, another fearful sign.

The fawn just lay there, shivering, alone.

(Thank you, otis.)