I missed my 1 year TEF birthday on the 6th D: I've been so darn busy lately. I created Ourania on the 6th and joined the community much later. The people that told me about TEF are not here and do not play right now but I'm so glad they did. I've met so many awesome people and had a lot of fun wih you guys in the forest. Thanks everyone! <3 <3 <3 <3

A bit of Greek mythology.

Don't you hate it when....
you do stuff. But you don't think of the consequence.

And its something you regret later.



And you can fix it, you can fix the problem. You can make it go back to the way it was.
But you are worried that no one will ever take you seriously again, or you worry that you will hurt others even more than the mistake you did in the first place.










That really sounded like I was pregnant then. Rest assured Im not.

I speak of more...strange(?) matters.
I wish I never did what I did. I want Ravenflight back. I miss her. She's like. A part of me. A part of me that isn't officially dead. A part that is lost.
I miss playing her in forest. With my own clever tongue and hand I can easily write her back. Play her back. Draw her back.
With plots I can bring her back to the endless forest. Theres no denying that. And I have many clever plans to do so. But in doing so, it would seem unoriginal. It would be like.
"Killing her
OH WAIT GUYS SHES BACK
Oh she's dead/left the forest
LOLJKS HERE SHE IS"

Basically. I would fear that I wouldn't be taken seriously. The whole thing wouldn't be taken seriously and Id probably confuse and upset many of the deer in the forest that knew her.

I just don't know what to do.

Well. I do know what to do. And I want to do it.
But I don't know if its the right thing.


Isn't it funny how characters can affect us like that?
We may not see it. And maybe some characters aren't like that.
But so many of them are reflections of ourselves. Little parts of us.
Personalities. Mannerisms.

And when you let them go. You cant help but feel the pang.

What a strange little world.

A dream I had.

Fallen hopes and dreams
Shooting stars flying
All across the sky tonight
The gentle breeze and the smell of a storm approaching
Giving off a genlte peace
Come what may
The lighting hits
And destroys it's victim
And in one house
The thunder muffles the screams of help
The thunder is also a symble of the terrible crime
Revenge
They say it's bitter sweet
But did they ever warn about the consequence
The rains falls from the sky
Like weeping tears from the heavens
As the blood seeps from the body
The murderer walks outside into the storm
A jolt of lightning lights up the sky
Regardless of the storm
The murderer can only look at his hands
Hands covered in blood
Hands that were once innocent but know the hands of a murderer
Shock overcomes him as he drops the weapon
And tears stream down his face mixing with rain
A cry of regret howls in the wind
As the act of revenge is know regretted
The storm continues know carring a sadder but symbolic role
It cries out it;s loss to the world
But many can not understand its cry.

I've seen screenshots of different weather and times of day... does this even happen anymore??

The sun invades the forest shining through the trees.The sun drifting closer to the sky as the morning lingers into the afternoon.Small creatures climb and play through the trees which is their natural playground.A white doe gracfully walks into the scene only she isn't totally white on some of her back her fur black taking the shape on wings,and just under her neck is a black cross.She looks to the blue sky with her piercing amber eyes.
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"I am humble to walk this earth,grateful for this life I live"she lowers her head to the ground to sniff the grass."I know not whether I shall be accepted to this community or not,but I am what I am and I'm who I am,aceptance isn't necesarry.But it would be nice to make friends"she takes a couple bites of grass and nibbles on them before she soon becomes full.