No, seriously. While my accounting of such things is usually pretty poor....
It appears that today (or tommorow, but I have school tommorow) is Seed's 3rd birthday, and my third anniversery of playing TEF. Seed's first diary was written 3 years ago tommorow, a day after his creation.
Now, I haven't always been as good a community member as I should have... But I just wanted to say thanks. It's really good to be here.
The thick white fog surrounds me
And veils my eyes of all I see
Of every mushroom, deer, and tree
It is a day for fear and misery
The fog makes this day so dreary
For those with their hearts so weary
But my vision has much more clarity
For I see the fog as Nature lovely
The deer run and call out terribly
Their noise so ambient and scary
But it sings in my ears so musically
I smile and walk this day so foggy
Fawns run through the land ghostly
With their fun and games so playfully
I'd ask to join them if they'd let me
But they vanish through the fog quickly
I go and sit under the willow tree
And notice nearby the shadow of thee
So I ask of you "what you believe
Of the fog and of this day to be?"
I never thought this day I see
To fill my eyes so beautifully
So I declare this foggy day for me
A day for us all, the day of KingEnvy
This is a silly little idea, but perhaps it will receive some feedback. In fleshing out some of my characters and working on their profiles, I have decided that my character Cross collects antler sheds. I am not quite sure how a fox of her size manages to drag such things to her den, but anything's possible in The Endless Forest, right? I was just wondering if anyone would like to 'donate' their character's antler sheds to her collection. I would simply need your character's name and perhaps a reference of their antlers if you have one. Those who donate will be acknowledged in her profile when it is posted. Thanks. (:
I am nature. In Summer and Autumn~ when I naturally sway from side to side due to a gust of wind, It's simple and elegant creating a sight to be seen; As winter starts~ when it rains and gets to a freezing tempeture, the water starts to freeze and weighs down on my leaves, making it harder to sway and less elegance is seen. As it turns warmer, the other sister of mine takes her toll and melts the icicles weighing me down, my elegant sway is back, creating my own little breeze as I do so. This is my life, An insanely repeatative circle...
