She's been given 2 weeks, due to liver failure and kidney failure from alcoholism, and malnutrition from anorexia. :/
But you'll be seeing the ghost deer in the forest. My frames per second will be horrid (netbook), but the ping here at the hospital is in the hundreds...
Hope someone can help Anzel get her set...won't be on long, but...
I haven't checked much of the community. But I keep playing in the forest. I love it so much...I feel drawn to it.
The more I keep playing, the more it inspires me to draw the stags. I wish I could help Micheal in production. Speaking of Micheal, I met him for the second time last night!
I was excited, but I believe he thought I was a new deer, since I didn't have a custom pelt, antlers, and mask on. But that's alright, I like to go natural.
It's funny walking around the forest without any custom accessories. Other stags spring up and shower me in gifts as if to praise me for my "new" welcome.
It's a nice feeling, and I laugh a little when I get the same pelt for the fifth time. I don't mind it actually. I'll just keep on going natural until I feel like being an individual and getting my own things.
The one thing I desire the most is the spell cast for a smaller stag. In a sense, I wish there were doe's in TEF. It would make the experience a little more thrilling, wouldn't you say?
Well, I'm off to explore the forest again. If you find me I would probably nuzzle you first, aha~
Sol had a very strange dream...
She dreamt of a place were she was something else, a strange creature with no hooves or antlers.
All her senses was not like they use to be, it was like they were dying away.
It lived in a world were there was no trees to be seen nor any water to swim trough.
It lived in a small, cramped area were there was no birds and the songs of the forest was silent.
It scared her... and yet, in that dream it didn't seem so strange to live that way.
"This isn't me! This isn't me!" she cried.
Then she noticed something that was most frightening of all,
... she was all alone.
1. In the beginning, there was nothing but a stag, dreaming of a river.
2. Beside that river grew a red flower. The flower dropped seeds and a great ocean of poppies flooded the riverbanks.
3. The heavy pollen from the flowers woke the stag from his slumber. When he awoke, he stood in dark space, empty and blacker than a crow's feathers.
4. When the stag bellowed, the sound ripped a hole in the blackness and he stepped through the tear into his dream.
5. At the top of a mountain, his step knocked loose a boulder which rolled over the river, and, sent flying, landed with a crash that cracked it in half.
6. The flowers ate the stone, and the stone looked like four hands offering up the world.
7. The stag ate the flowers and the black centers of the poppies looked like a crow's feathers.
8. The crows ate the stag.
9. The stag looked like a forest made of ivory branches.
10. By the river, there were nothing but poppies and two stones with four hands offering up the world to a forest made of ivory branches, dreaming of a stag.
I have been reading Zachary Schomburg's "The Man Suit" and wanted to try using a numbered list, as well
