You two:

I, and hopefully, the community
Wish to thank you
For everything that you've done.
You've bought so many people together;
Created a forest full of
imaginations as endless
as the forest itself.

You've made a community,
thought it has had its lows,
that brings the warmest of welcomes,
the most beautiful of art,
the most creative characters,
and the chance to show the world
that you can shine
Brighter than the sun outside your window.

Thank you.

greetings. today is my second full day as a fawn. i can't wait to grow up, especially after finding a pelt i might want to keep. i just cast a spell on a deer asleep next to me, and its pelt changed to a wonderful grey and purple combination, which i had not seen before. so i had to log out and post about it. i hope i see it again and, in a month's time, can wear it myself.

This is an rp blog for me, Trigger_mortis, and kittycatkita for a plot between our characters

This a closed rp so please no random jump ins <3

Thanks.

If you want to start a new blog with me that’s perfectly fine

Or you can interact with my deer here http://endlessforest.org/community/node/53906

Tracks are more than welcome!!, if anyone would like to read.

For anyone wanting to keep up with the story line it starts here

http://endlessforest.org/community/node/53906

(same blog as the first link) between my Des and Triggers MA

Could some fawns help me costomize my deer when i am on?

Can someone please email me the spell data for the skull mask???

i have a idea
i would love to have some photos of lilly and all of her friends and family
<3
i found a spot where i want them toke

I once wrote something. It was when I was sad, Usually when I write at my most satisfactory state. Anyhow. Anywho. I was going through, Let's call it a 'Phase.' I liked being alone and I was always well... irritated and upset. I can not remember what I wrote word for word however I do remember the story line. Now I've finished babbling...
There was a boy so pale and quite,
His hair was dark, This caused a riot.
He got no joy to talk and babble,
His own little world in growing old bubble.
He of course acted or spoken no different,
To those of whom we're called an infant.
He wanted to leave these horrible place's,
For people who understood how to take things in pace's.
He went stroll around the tree's,
The frosted leave's and the chilly breeze.
This was abnormal,
The signs were informal.
The dark is creeping in,
A common thing...
A tree,
A loner,
A heart's desire.
He woddled towards this tree, Oh gee,
The next thing is inopropriate to see.
A shake, A scream, A cry, A dream,
Now he wasn't alone. But this, this is all to be seen. ♥