I had a writing muse, so picked someone I wanted to write for. Sorry if I get Teradeer's personality wrong...
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The fog is thick in this forest, yet I am not afraid. I see hoofprints buried on the path, and know you have been here recently. I follow the direction they go, peering deeper past the trees for you.
A slight form passes by. I stop and look. Your form looks like a deer, but...where are your antlers? Are you missing your jaw? What happened to you?
You stop and look, your eyes are collected yet haunting. Your fur...is it even fur? You are covered in pale pink like the muscles that hide beneath the skin.
What are you? Are you a monster? Are you a demon or a zombie? Or...are you my guardian?
You approach. My heart races. I stay still, and you stand before me. I see your form here as you look upon me, yet I have no fear. You pace around me, studying me as well. What are your thoughts? Will you reject me? Will you harm me? Or...
You walk away, back the way you were coming. I watch as you turn toward me, not speaking (though how could you without your jaw?), but only peering to me. Do you want me to follow you? Will you protect me from the horrors of this forest? Can I trust you?
...Yes...yes, I will trust you completely. I see your true nature. You are beautiful, you are mysterious, you are...me...
Lead me away, Teradeer. I will follow you to the ends of the Earth.
Why are some people on the fringe? I mean, I have been here a year and no one has truly said hello, ohhey, ect. to me when I appear, even though I am trying to be active in the community again. No one notices. Are my efforts in vain? Does no one like me? What? What makes you drawn to silence when you see my posts?
Now, another question. Who are the fringy people who do a lot of hard work and never get noticed? Why?
Summarizing;
Why aren't people acknowledging the people who try to not be fringy? And why? What appeals to you about another person?
This isn't meant to be rude/harsh, I am simply curious. If there are any rude words, this can/will be deleted.
if anyone has a wolf quest account that is already activated and that they dont mind sharing or that they are not using please email me the user name and password to ive waited almost a week and they still havent activaed my account ive tried logging in and it just says not activated i dont know whats going on but i really want 2 play
hi everyone!!! sorry I Haven't been playing the endless forest! *willow bows her head in shame* anyway I am online at the moment so if you want to find me look at the ename ruins!
Sometimes Mufazzal hears this deep resounding noice as if it were comming from a dark cave or the breath of a giant spirit. He has many times tried to find the source of this mighty presence, but without luck.
As another mystery that he deeply want's to solve, I ask i anyone know what this sound is and means. And how you got to know.
Off topic, I'm going to make a drawing of Mufazzal that will be used on the Biography page I'll make of him. And my boyfriend is now for the last time out filming his music video. They have been working on this nonstop from Friday to Sunday, so I've been very much alone. I can't wait till he comes home. And no more sleeping over actors.
Fly fly fly! Don't look back! Just fly!, she thought nonstop. Her legs carried her as swiftly as they would allow. The doe was not afraid. She had dealt with them before. But this time, they were much more persistent, and so many more than before. It would have been suicide to try to fight them here.
If only I had Dad's powers, I could stand up to them rather than run..., Zephyr thought. Making a turn, she bounded over the rock hounds, barely avoiding their fangs and infection. It was a bold move, and some have attempted only to fall short and into their predator's salivating jaws. Zephyr had learned from the best.
The skeletons skidded, changing course. A few slid into each other, crashing and becoming a mass of infection and bones. Those who kept their footing continued the pursuit. They wanted this doe badly, not only for the satisfaction of the kill...no, her scent was similar to Quad's. They knew she was of importance.
Zephyr ran toward the birch forest. Zigzagging, she managed to lose a few more who were too busy paying attention to her and not the trees they slammed into. Dumb wolves!, Zephyr thought, and nearing Red Hill, she climbed up the side of the highest point in the Forest. Running on instinct, the doe bounded into the air, expecting to make a perfect escape.
It was here that she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Letting out a cry, she lost her concentration, and landed hard onto the solid ground. The doe tumbled, the bones in her dainty legs snapping. She rolled to a stop, and motionless, she wailed in pain.
The moment she jumped, one of the rock hounds chasing her, an orange variety, shot at her from the distance. It's infection connected with her belly, a perfect, accurate hit.
