Hullo folks,

I am new to the community here, though, I have been playing for a few weeks now. (understatement)

I just figured I would create an online presence for Toya - my deer.

Toya is a Japanese word for an arrow made out of a peach tree branch. The name though, conjures the thought of a beautiful-but crooked arrow. This is symbology that is potent and meaningful to me- but likely too complex for me to divulge right here and now.

I am an independent artist, specializing in colored pencil works of wildlife, fantasy, and often I delve into the wild human archetype in much of my art. I love drawing antlers on human beings- you can just guess my delight at discovering Endless Forest.

I am here to share art with you, when I find it appropriate, and to shamelessly run around looking for beautiful screenshots to share.

My favorite thing though- is when all of us run together. If you feel like a pesky deer is trying to get you to move your feet. It may be me. Lets go! Lets go!

-Emily

P.S. Why is my picto icon a million icons and not mine?

I decided this will be an interaction blog thingy just for Blukii. It will be a lot cleaner and easier for me to keep up with. I want to get some experience doing forum roleplays, but the freakin' writer's block keeps getting in my way. I may start off with just my characters speaking, and little descriptive words until I get the hang of this.

hello queria to say to them that they must be to tier to us like person so that in the game they are very amiable and I believe that of people but, to me gustaria to know them and someday able to be friendly and I mean something to them but that in the game I feel like in house when I am with you


kisses

Part Two of GingerNut's Diary~

I hate making cosplay accessories in general. I've just come back from my best friend's house after spending FIVE DANG HOURS trying to mold polymer clay into... yes... a mellennium ring from Yu-Gi-Oh.

*SHOT*

Yes, I'm going to Otakon this year and cosplaying as Bakura. I thought this would be easy. I thought this would be simple. I was wrong. Trying for two hours to fit six screweyes into baked polymer clay was pretty much my version of Hell. My friend and I basically spent quite a time cursing loud obsenities to noting in general while constantly repairing cracked clay.

They say that making your costume is half the fun, but is it really? If you are a fellow cosplayer, please share your frustrations as the anime con season rolls along. It'll make me feel better, that's for sure.

....Now I have to do english homework... Geh...

Reposting because I never had the chance to reply to the old posts, it's far too late now...
I havent deleted the old one, though.
Feel free to criticize this page.

This is an Interaction Blog for The Sentinel.

Preferred Formats:
Role-Play, any style you wish
Can do drawing/painting responces but not so fond as they take up a lot of muse. x3

Wanderers Silent Dream

grow strong little one (:

This story is the continuation of Non compos mentis

If you have not been following this series then feel free to get caught up at the Story Hub.
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Frame rate; 11 to 9 fps
Status ; Online
Best View; FF
- music auto starts.

I awake on the forest floor, from my bed of moss and leaves, and with the warmth of young sunlight, I instantly feel more confident, and with this confidence, I decide to take my first proper exploration into the forest, which is interesting to say the least. My little namesake symbol has now appeared and I show it off proudly to a couple of midnight blue stags who quickly cast a spell on me, I do not mind walking around in a peacock mask, but it is a funny sort of hello.

I meander thoughtfully through the trees, and watch proud stags with heads full of fork lightening antlers race by, it is true, I cannot wait to be like them. My ramble takes me to a small drinking pool, a couple of fawns greet me and I notice that, as they drink, they are turning into other woodland creatures, curiosity overwhelms confusion and I follow suit. I must say, that being a squirrel running between the hooves of fawns was nowhere near as intoxicating as my first flight as a dove.

Throughout my first trip, my appearance has changed many times, I welcome these changes as they inspire me greatly, it is nice to try various pelts and masks, as they provide a window into the stag I may become, they are also a great way to bond with other deer. The most haunting experience was from a white stag. He came through the trees, slowly walked up to me, reared, cast a spell and ran off. My pelt was completely white and given my connection to wings, I enjoyed this, and was deeply disappointed when the spell wore off. I have not since seen this stag, and he did not have a symbol on his crown. My pelt has also resembled a badger and the deepest red of a poppy.

My morning ends dozing at the pond with the two fawns I had played with earlier on. We were gradually surrounded by stags who also came to sleep near us. I now feel soothed and safe within the forest and have slotted into this new life perfectly. I wonder what else awaits me.

Wingless x