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Zena ...

Zena



Name : Zena
Age : adult
silbings : twin sister http://endlessforest.org/community/ginger-ray Ginger Ray and older adopted brother Anjali
Current Feelings : energetic
personality : adventurous, curious, nervous, outgoing, hot headed


Whats up with Zena?



As may notice, Zena may not be very outgoing with you. This may be because of an action you might have done, or she just doesn't feel comfortable around you.

She isn't always like this. She's mostly a happy deer, but she may be anxious at times. I wouldn't take Zena's actions to heart as she is quite hotheaded and, when anxious, quick to flee. Eye
*made by Ginger_Ray*


Artwork



Simple Fawns


A picture of me and Ray when we were young fawns.
Thanks Anjali! Smiling










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Wewt!

Guys, I am making a comic, and a story about Tef for my project in L.A (launguage arts Sticking out tongue) I am really excited. It's about.. well... here... I wrote this in about 10 Min, so excuse the lack of correctness. Sticking out tongue

I hope this encourages others to do the same (No, you CANNOT copy, my story is (c) ALL ME!

:B

Let me try this. Just a sec...




And see what the deer see~

The forest was quiet. As usual, only a handful cared bout the meanderings of others. What is it the small deer saw that day? The forest, the forest as it should have been. The plain, and beautiful way the leaves floated down from the treetops. It felt like... Magic. The magic of the forest. It was commonly known that magic was here, in deer, and others. There was no true way to see it, you just knew. The small deer walked to the lake, his footsteps light, the ground curving away as he neared. Fawns played in the shallow parts, enjoying their freedom. He smiled, pleased with this place. The gods had served him as the Guardian, in times of ill content, he had kept the forest alive, along with others. Redd, KingEnvy, and many others had stood against the bullies of the forest, tearing down the trees, in an attempt to gain something new, rich and beautiful. They had forced the fawns and the does away, for the forest had many places to hide. Sentry had led the charge, keeping the area covered. The deer’s had placed banishing magic upon the ground, and the tall, odd creatures had run in fright when many deer had told them that the forest had belonged to the Twin Gods. they had no idea these deer world die to defend their home. Sentry had sat at the twin gods, sheltering everyone after everything had happened.

The does and fawns had come out of nowhere: Leaping, jumping, feeling bonded to the earth. Sentry roared, excited to see the day melt into the sunset. “This, this is the forest” He had thought, pure joy radiating from him. There was no other forest like it.

Hello! :)

Hey! I'm new here, I only got the game yesterday so yep, I'm just a fawn.

If you wouldn't mind, I'd like some help for me to get started. You know, like the action bar, I don't really know what all of the gestures mean. And these spell things. You know, when other deer change your appearance, what's with that, and how do I do it?

All help appreciated. Thanks!x
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testing blög

No tracking please. Shocked
this'll be kept here for later abuse.
because I want to mess with css sometimes too.

Um, Help please?

Sorry if this is posted incorectly or in the wrong 'section' ( if you have any ) But i'm new, i joined just now and everytime i log in to TEF, my fawn , yes i have a fawn already , but my fawn runs around, and NO ONE is connected, i close the window many times, and log out and in, but i just cant seem to see people! Help!
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Teiboku's updates (online)

Mood: Normal
Thoughts: There are so many new faces..
Doing right now: Wandering around/watching others/sitting..
Where he/she is: Anywhere around the Pond
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Teiboku's Bio
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Oh dear...

My forest won't connect O.O
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Poem: The Kind-Hearted Tree





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A woman wanders through the night
her pale face drip with tears of fright
her dress in morning dew is soaked
and in her steady grip...
a rope

Blooming fully, the apple tree
standing as her butcher to be
from the limb to which its bound...

The rope goes to her neck around.

Despair has driven her this far
soon ended is her memoir
she climbs the apple tree to fall
but succeeds she?

Not at all.

Old is tree with trunk and limb
so her faith is much more grim
the branch breaks, her feet meet the earth
her face isn't covered in blood...
but dirt.

A woman wanders through the sun
knowing, her life isn't done
escaped her own verdict, so brute
hanging in the tree, no woman,
but fruit

She smiles and tastes the apple it bears
and waters the tree again with her tears
they fall no more in fear or grief
but in joy of living,

and of relief.



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More of the same

Day 5 + Screenshots

Here are some pictures of deer I met today.
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