Eyes rest in perfect sockets, almond-shapes forming as they open from behind their lids. Dry, the lids blink to moisten the pair of beautiful orbs so they can see and tell the waking spirit behind them what the world has to show them. The spirit slips and twirls like a kite's tail inside the beast, rousing the body.

The muscles bunch and relax, becoming animated. Inside, the spirit grows happier and more restless, relishing the stretching and tightening of muscles as much as the body does. Long, thin appendages stretch toward the sky, and long, thin appendages stretch down to the earth as the beast stands. A slight moan escapes as the beast ends its morning stretch, spirit thrumming as a heartbeat behind the beast's skin and muscle.

The face of the beast parted in a yawn. A moment of blindness occurred as cheeks pushed eyes closed, before the face closed again. The pale-faced beast looked out at the world. It was new today.. his world was new! This was not good. Not at all. How would his body act in this new world?

Shuddering, the beast let out a bellow. My name is Rentier! I am awake! This is my home! It seemed to announce to every being in a wide radius from his bedding spot.

It scared the spirit, causing it to black out.

The beast stood still, frozen as if it were ice.

Floating, the spirit slowly uncurled, stretching itself to fit the body once again. A gasp came forth from the beast as it took in air. This only whistled back through its body, out a pair of nostrils somewhere between human and cervine. That was also the way one could describe this beast: Somewhere between human and cervine.

Rentier stood as tall as he could have, stretching to an amazing seven feet, not including the antlers perched on his head. They had each six points and measure four feet long from skull to tip, all as deep brown as his fur. The dark ruff at his neck shivered as he let out another long call, this time announcing his passage through the forest.

Hello everyone!
I just found out about this site a few days ago when I was scouting around looking for games to add to my main blog, Woodswolf's Code Central (a blog that I run about MMORPGs that I play), since FeralHeart stopped working for me (as well as some of my blog viewers; everything was black and I couldn't see the landscape and there were all sorts of crazy error messages).
Anyway, I'm new in the forest and I've been scouting around looking for 'things to do and places to see' (I forget where I heard that... something on TV... I keep thinking it's off of Glee, for random reasons). I've already gone to all of the main areas (as in the Playground, Pond, etc.) and I've collected a few spells (although I'm not certain I have - I barely see any other deer).
Now all that I'm really concerned about is 1) meeting a few people and becoming 'friends' and 2) waiting until I'm not a fawn and 'saving my stats', if you know what I mean.
I am also a willing candidate for roleplaying. I'm relatively a 'newbie' but it shouldn't be that hard, as I have read many roleplays online and participated in a few in various games (that had chat, however).
Well, I'll conclude my post.
For all you Star Wars fans out there: May the Forest be with you!

The deer Nyra saw with Eagle is his SON!!!

He don't like you attacking his familly.

Please don't be mad.

One of the Gods is in the Forest right now.

In the Birch Forest. (:

EDIT: Auriea has logged out. Still, it's always nice getting a visit from her. Thank you, Auriea. <3 (:

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It's true that there's very little keeping me bound to this forest. I spend less time among the trees and more time in the confines of my human home, able to escape from the others. By being alone, there is no chance of betrayal, or failure, or disappointment.
But despite this...solitude, I feel stronger. As if the past no longer matters. Despite losing the things that used to matter most, I am still alive. I have done better than some. I've survived. Bitter and unable to trust I may be - but I'm alive.
I have my family. And I don't need another.



You know that feeling you get when you're running? That feeling that makes you think, for a second, that you're flying. Yeah, that one. Y'know what I'm on about.
Anyhow, that's pretty much what life is. For me, anyway. Dunno about you, love.
I mean, I've got a few issues. Personal crap. You wouldn't be interested. Don't know if people would expect it from me or not. But hey, it's not a choice.
Anyway.
I actually miss my girls, y'know. Tuna, Marti, Isis, Emiva, Fen, Row, Tabi...All my girls. An'--I feel bad for not goin' up to see T yet. But I'll do it someday. Kept that picture she sent me. Got it tucked away in a drawer with the rest of the pictures I have.
Y'know. The naked ones. No, no, I'm kidding.
I'm a bit more human than I used to be, I reckon. I mean, I've always preferred the streets to the trees, but I fit in better in the human world. A lot better.
Nice to come back every once in a while, though.



[=#835e3d]I have lost all faith in the Gods.

[=10]An entry to keep all things related to 'no quarter' in one place. I'd really like feedback on this; it's the first time I've managed to keep interest in a multi-part story and really try with it. I know it doesn't seem TEF-related right now but it is, and I'm getting so little feedback on it that its rather discouraging. I'm glad that there are people reading it and I'm glad I get any comments at all, but like everyone else I'd like more. Is it interesting? Does it pull you in? What do you feel towards each character? What do you feel might happen? Do you have any suggestions of your own? Seriously - I'd love to know what you all think.

Hello all. I am finches (yes, it’s spelled with a small “f”). I am new here – okay, that’s a lie, I’ve been here a while. At this moment, I have no friends and no characters.

Let’s talk?

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Days passed, and became weeks. The weeks became months, and passed the languid drawl of summer, and the cooling serenity of autumn. Soon, time plunged into the callous chill of winter.

The woods were alerted to her presence very quickly; she was making far too much noise to remain unnoticed. Birds flew to the safety of the trees, the rush of their wings barely audible; drowned by the terrible sounds that the staggering woman was making.

In her arms, she cradled a motionless bundle. In her throat, she held a terrible wail, and let it burst forth again as she slumped forwards against a familiar, leafless tree. The woman's shoulders trembled violently, face soaked with tears as a hand knocked weakly against the bark.

"My baby, my baby, I--please, the keeper--my little boy..."

She had never wanted a son, but gender did not matter now. 'Ven', as she was called, crushed her forehead against the tree's wood, still weeping and crying, clutching the bundle in her arms.

"Please, please, please, anything--bring him back, bring--please, keeper, please..."

Nothing. She gave a tortured wail, high-pitched and atonal, scraping against her own eardrums.

"Please! I'll do anything, anything, please! I want my son, I need him! PLEASE!"

And then, just as she was about to give in - a response.

'The keeper wishes to inform you that Death comes to us all.'

She had heard that before. The woman shook her head with a broken, shattered moan, eyes clenched shut though the tears still freed themselves from behind the lids, and ran openly down her thin, ill face.

"Please--please, keeper, I beg you--I'm dying, I can't take him with me, please--please--"

'The keeper is inclined to believe that the child was never destined to live.'

"Everyone is destined to live!" She raised her head, one hand clawing at the ground, whilst the other kept her lifeless child tucked safely against her chest.