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Return to Nature - Perspectives II (Artists please look)

This story is dedicated to the artists of the Endless Forest community. After you read, please look at the request beneath it for a fun event.

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"Inspiration"

I called your name, asking, "Let me be born today. Bring me to life." You answer as your pencil touches the paper. You have thought of me all day, and slowly you begin to draw my frame.

The lines connect and become my body, my skeleton. I feel myself start to take shape. You take a pen and ink in the pencil lines, giving me eyes, ears, a nose, a mouth, legs, and a tail. I can finally draw upon my senses as each are added. You finish the last details and return to your pencil, creating a scenic landscape for me to live. You provide sunlight, grass for me to eat, trees to protect me, and birds to keep me company. You finish the land with your pen, revealing the true beauty of your own imagination.

You then take a box of colored pencils and make my world come alive. Your strokes give beautiful definition to the world, and I feel the land I stand on pulse as if it had it's own heart. You then place the pencils on me, and I suddenly feel myself become one with the landscape, my body having warmth and a pulse of my own.

With the last bit of color, I live in the world you created for me.

No longer am I a part of your mind, but a living creature in a world of my very own. I now will do my share to honor you, by inspiring those who see me and my land to dream of their own creatures to bring to life. I have become a living dream for all to see.

Thank you for creating me.

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Were you inspired by this story? Did you see your own deer come to life in your mind as you read it?
XxoncaxX's picture

Pleas help me big proplem

Hello friends
After a long time I sign again because I have a big proplem
I now have 7 64 bit windows and the proplem if I spell the user data in the data I used is clean and copy the game to start, I have not the coat color but the deer is brown ....
why is this so please help me.


Hallo freunde
Nach langer zeit melde ich mich mal wieder weil ich ein großes Proplem habe
Ich habe jetzt windows 7 64 bit und das proplem ist wenn ich bei userdata die spelldata die ich früher hatte rein kopiere und das spiel starte habe ich aber nicht die fell farbe sondern der hirsch bleibt braun....
warum ist das so bitte helft mir.


warum hilft mir keiner hat hier niemand windows 7 oder so?Question
Alphafrost's picture

A little freaked out.

Hello all, I am a little freaked out by this:

I can't log into TEFC. I can log out and everything else, but if I do, I have to get a new password. Any help? And then, I have to do this every time I log in. It's annoying, and confusing. Any help?
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Trident's File


EternalWanderer's picture

{Tutorial} How to Resize your Shapeshifted deer {growing the creatures your deer turns into}

updated
♣Replaced link by node. If you shared, better fix it
♣Title change. Was itching. How picky, yes, I know
♣Adding steps for causing this glitch in version 3.4
♣Added some fail CSS, it's merely for organization
♣Minor updates here and there, such as, grammar


Probably you've seen giant-sized shapeshifts around; most caused by the beta of the newest version. However, you can enjoy this glitch in every version.
With this tutorial you will be able to change the size of your shapeshifted animal.

How the Prince {Soko} came to be...

The birch forest was quiet and calm...all of the trees were reaching up to the sky, each one was hoping to touch Jupiter where it hung bright as a star. The sun had just begun to rise and stretched with rose-orange fingers across the sky. The sky itself was cloudless, the stars were still visible all around with the white-faced moon watching the world beneath her. She sent a cool breeze through the forest and it cooled the glistening sweat from the coat of a young stag that'd been hiding for the night.



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Seele's picture

Holiday sketches! (Many pictures warning!)

Sorry about making a new blog for these. I'll be linking to this blog in my sketchblog, but, I felt these needed a seperate place.
I've been drawing a lot these two weeks. Lots of boring evenings, and then there were rainy sitting-inside days. Some of these are better as others, but I hope you like them <33
Some get a maturity warning, too, though there is nothing going on, just nudity. I am sorry if this offends anyone, and if so, tell me and I'll delete it! <33

Images are all JPEG's, so they'll load faster. They're also all messy to burn your eyes quicker. Heh.
Alphafrost's picture

Ca somneeone please help me?

ONE MORE QUESTION:::


Is Tef adoptables free?


-Hides in too many questions corner-
Gustiro's picture

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May End Up Recycled.
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She Told Me Her Name Was Billie Jean...

...as she caused a scene.
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one,
Who will dance on the floor in the round...


Sure, she could have done everything she wanted to. She could have easily have spelled that snoozing hart nearby, make him her pretty little peacock, if only for a second. She could have completely ignored the butterfly doe next to him, as she protested the snowflake's playfully malicious act. She could have stepped on the Mini nearby, with all the intent of being grating, annoying.

But no, she sat perfectly still.

She could have easily have been an ass the night before, and gave that poor Nightfall stag a hard time, with a flash of sugar brown, and a flurry of feathers right beside her. She could have told off the large chocolate stag nearby, telling him that fighting got no one anywhere. She could have really jumped in on the fighting, the Kabuki pelted stag swinging wildly this way and that. She was convinced he was Bi Polar, and could have easily have told him off hours before, when he circled her, sniffed her, thinking about it, and oh yes, he was thinking about that coat of snow, so pure in its presentation, so tainted underneath.

But no, she sat perfectly still.

She could have been running and jumping with them the whole time, ribbons of red, black, blue, gold, white, colliding, meshing like they were one. She could have been the prankster that trumpet antlered the largest one, the leader, as he snorted and bellowed at her, and oh, she would just laugh it off.

But no, she sat perfectly still.

She could have done everything in-between, white fur shedding its way off of her, her back to the world, wind sneaking through her helm. She could have taken her helm off, said "Fuck you all," and exposed that ugly -though everyone said "Beautiful"- face, hints of red gathering at her cheeks.
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