catcherofmen http://tale-of-tales.com/TheEndlessForest/register/pictogram.php?usernam...

songs: Bloody Mary https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gwAmb2MtZk
Entombed https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67oBykAKUuk
Dulcinea https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ycg8Od101Ug

dress: full zombie deer attire

gender: male

age: adult

personality: Thankful for every second of freedom in the forest, loves to gather deer in group activities. Is a fallen heavenly entity that desires to be holy, to break through the curse; he is under control by dark forces. Has a mostly unseen guardian from the darkness that's intertwined with his being; this is no ordinary love. Has seen divinity. Unbreakable spirit. Supernatural life. Sees great potential in every single deer they come across, no matter the design and is humbled by them. Accepting personality, desires to make others feel welcome and to make a connection. Not always free; his background, and at times the present is being in complete bondage. When out of forest, is under control of their cruel handler; thus every moment away is precious, seeing every interaction as a chance for breaking through their handler's control. |||| ++Masculine. SO WILD, WILD STAG. Freedom fighter.

scent: pineapple sage, burning palo santo

size: Very large deer compared to most, defense for himself and others is no issue in-forest.

favorite weather: feels most alive and connected in rain, thunderstorms.

p.s. I forgot how to do ALL the coding, and am on the lookout for artwork for this stag.
If you've interacted with my nightmare stag or would like to interact, I encourage you to track||comment

I have never used this forum before so excuse my noobiness ^^; I met a nice person today on this game. I know ingame you can't see usernames or anything like that so its complicated to find this new friend of mine. I took a picture of their deer and pictogram though, so perhaps one of you may know them or even be them?

https://sta.sh/02ezjku4doiv They are the big white deer, I'm still a new fawn haha
Any info would be great <3

I've been so busy and frazzled from being an adult and working and the like. But I have some time to finally pause and play this game and let my sweet fawn Candle run around again.

Feel free to say hi and play with him if you spot him sprinting about!

jackalope | male | undead
demisexual; biromantic; cisgender
multiple personality disorder
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´ possesses the ability to control his state of existence
´ often uses other people as tools in his manipulations
´ has a way of using other's secrets against them
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+ vindictive, persuasive, seductive
= mischievous, manipulative, cunning
~ mysterious, self-absorbed, daring
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nightfall pelt; space beluga mask; orca antlers

"every illusion in between
all the lies that I have seen
oh let me be your Augustine"

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
I haven't existed in a while.
TEF decided not to work for a few months, and... yeah.
It FINALLY worked for me a week ago, and I plan to be on very soon.
Cya, deeries!

-Fyn

I was in the forest and I got a night pelt, antlers and a mask that looks like the mouth is open what do you guys think about that for deerpelt?

To whom do you really speak to. . .

To whom do you think you see. . .

To whom do you know and try to seek. . .

Surely, it's not me. . .







Sometimes, we look deep in ourselves and find that the monsters are not someone else.

We find out they were us all along.

Desperate.

Clawing.

Sickened.

We are our own fear.

We are our own agony.

Always on the crusade against our self for our self.




I looked inside and saw the grinning dark being that of myself.

It drenched out the light- the light I thought I was so righteously so.

Surely I wasn't the villain.

Surely I wasn't as broken as I thought.

Surely I wasn't the shroud to everyone's disdain.




But it was all a lie.

It was all a fabrication.

All made up to be the best pretend so I didn't have to face myself.

But oh, how it's all different.

How I see the scars and fresh oozing wounds and find that I only accept it for what it is.

I used to be a hero.

I used to be the knight.

Or...

Maybe...

I never was.

I only thought so to make myself seem worthy.

But I am not worthy.

Damned.


Damned would be the word among many.