Dareh is my newest character

He's a Dik Dik, which is a very small deer, so when you see him in forest, he will be a mini-fawn. If you can imagine though, he enters the forest as a Dik Dik.

Dareh means circle in Persian, and I named him this because I planned for him to have the fawns-only circle pelt, then I decided for him to have a more realistic pelt.

His pictogram is here.

Also, since Dareh just got his pictogram a few minutes ago, he doesn't have his set. So is it Ok if someone can help Dareh get his set?

Heres his set:

http://endlessforest.org/community/pelt-selecter

His pelt is the third one of the second row.

http://endlessforest.org/community/antler-selector

Second on the third row

The mini spell

And his mask is the real deer mask.

He is hanging out by the Twin Gods right now. If you want to help him, just nod and Dareh will know what you are talking about.

Anyways, I hope Dareh makes friends with some more durrs soon!

So, this one's a little different - I felt like writing something from an orange Rock Hound's POV. It's just some thoughts really, no real story.

Please could someone help me get my set back? I would really like to get;
Noh antlers, gray pelt and the real deer mask. Help will be very much appreciated! ♥
My picto is http://tale-of-tales.com/TheEndlessForest/register/pictogram.php?username=Melusine

also I keep hearing thunder? what does it mean D:>>>>> hurr maybe that was just me xD
I'll be scooting around. Just MOOOO.

edit:
Thank you so much mysterious stranger! n_____n
Someone who has a circular picto with a little triangle? THANK YOUUUU ♥ ♥

About the endless forest, and new features! A new world called ghostland had appeared, and new pelts, masks and antlers could be optained. It seemed like you had to get through a portal to get to the ghostland, and to do that, you had to do something. I don't know what, I couldn't get through. Maybe you'll have to die.

I think I dreamt about this because of all the skull masks you see in the forest. What are so god damn amazing about the death, gloom and darkness? It is strange that we are attracted to it, when it is something we should fear or keep a dinstance to. But I can promise you this: Mufazzal will never be a selfpity, evil-wannabe emo which is so popular nowadays. That's just so phony, because.. He isn't sad all the time! And neither am I. I think people will die if they pretend to be sad all the time. Either of the pretending, or by being killed by people that got annoyed by it. Think of having a friend being sad al the time. I would probably kill him. Know why? If the world is so freaking sad and there is nothing to live for, then they wouldn't mind being killed! No? Then stop play this shit!

Well, this turned out to be a This-is-my-oppinion-and-I-want-to-smash-it-in-your-head-to-understand blog. Sorry for the last part, I added a bit more, because I agitated myself. Hahaha, I tend to do that sometimes!
Maybe I should check out the forest. It has been boring the last few days because nobody wanted to play. This may be a lucky day. See you in the forest!

P.S. I saw Beowulf yesterday. It sucked, and I hate the creepy features on the monsters. Only thing that kept me watching was because of Grendel is played by Crispin Glover, and after he died, I was too far into the movie, so I had to finish it. Nevermore. Hahaha!

[This was meant to be posted earlier, but I had no chance to.]
That is how it seems. I slumbered for awhile, not quite feeling like taking a stroll quite yet, but let my thoughts wander instead.
There are some missing as of late...
I had seen Amary not too many days ago, as well as Kaoori and Wesker...but where is Darkweaver, I must wonder? And...the Priest... He has long been absent from this Forest. I would say I am not worried...but that would not be truth.
...
It would seem in my time of writing this, I have gained the company of a reptilian-pelted stag with a rather...interesting mask.
We had an...odd conversation that I could not quiet follow. He never did explain what this "Playstag" is... Another, a doe by the name of Ourania I believe, joined us.
Then a fawn baffled me with casting various pelt spells... It took me a moment to figure out that it wanted its own fur changed, as well as to gain a set of antlers to go with its new-found fur and the mask it was adorning. Odd how fawns may keep regaining a change in appearance once it fades...
That green-scaled fellow had to depart while I was entertaining the fawn.

I must write more often. I fear I am beginning to become...rusty at it.


I remain,

Bastilion

"I can see them from here..yes, that's them! That's my herd.. and my father. I'd recognize his smell after all these years, no matter what.."
The two stood there for a while, watching the herd of shika. The shika grazed, having not noticed them standing nearby. Their coats were all the same variety- shedding their winter coats and gaining their tan color with spots for the summer. Kaoori stood, enthralled. She took a step closer.
"It would be wise if you did not move closer and make your presence known, Kaoori", Wesker stated quietly. She had told him of her past, knew of her father's forced abandonment of her.
"But my mother.. I don't see her.. she's not there!" Although Kaoori's parents had both abandoned her to the Endless Forest at an early age, she still had strong feelings for them, and it was upsetting to her to not see her mother as part of the herd. She bounded off in its direction, not hearing Wesker's yell of surprise.
There were many new faces in her herd. Many of the older ones noticed her, but did not recognize her, and shied away. One brave new face stepped up to touch noses with her, and this caused an alarm from one of the elders; a stomp on the forest floor.
A hearty snort was heard from nearby and Kaoori turned to face her father. He had not changed much, age had been kind to the stag. He had grown another tine, found a few more scars in the battles to keep his females. But time was creeping up to him.
"Father...", Kaoori whispered, turning to face him. They had not seen each other since she was a small fawn. Her emotions swirled in her heart; so many things she wished to say but nothing could come about.
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Katsutoshi rememebered this one. She'd been smaller than the rest. He'd hoped after they'd abandoned her she wouldn't make it. She somehow had.