Post your deer if it meets thee following qualifiers:

Has a somewhat simple design Pretty lenient on this one honestly. As long as your deer doesn't have 2 heads that both wear skull masks with gigantic real deer antlers we're alright. Skull masks are the bane of my existence so I would really prefer deer who wear them are not put forth unless the mask does not present itself in the deer's character design. (ex: kittycatKita's deer kita wears a skull mask but her design has a real deer face)

Has a background/personality. Bonus points for the deer being the star of or taking part in stories or diary writings as these help me write better.

Does not have a white pelt (sorry, but It won't work with white).

I am going to make a shape story.

Basically write a story in the shape/colouring/markings of the deer it is about.

So when you look at the story it looks like the deer that is featured in the writing.

I have done it in the past with poetry so I figured I would give a full story a shot.

It will be done traditional with (probably)coloured pencils and paper.

I don't know how often/when/how many of these I will do.

On a side edit note:
I was glaring at the screen.
Because there were only 6 views.
Then I realized it's 4 am in the morning and I'm an impatient bastard.

*waves crazily, arms a-flailing*
Hey, long time no sees? Well, I sees you. I lurk-ish. Many many apologies for not being around more, difficult to feel like I fit when my game is fail. It does not like to run no matter if I uninstall and reinstall. It’s like “Wut?! You want Forest? You can’t have Forest. No Forest for you!” So yeah. Ra or Rovan have not made their presence known in the Forest. Ra misses it terribly. Just wanted to let you know I love you all and that Ra would be in the Forest if he could. Besides the two point five minutes he might pop in before the game crashes. Pooh.

-Rakkaus is set loose in text to affectionately attack everyone with love nuzzles-

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

You might profit from it though.

>just got comp plug in fix'd
>receive file from friend
>get virus
>comp is useless

>/sob

cut for images

This is response to the community aid section of Seed's Story.
I felt like doing it this way instead, which would be too much to post on the actual blog for it. =]
(For those who don't know, Seed sleeps under the bridge. It's important to know so you'll understand this.)

I am so happy that you are my bestest friend! Then I wouldn't be able to play the endless forest because I wouldn't know about it! I wouldn't be able to draw deer as well as you do. although you have mess up pictures(a lot of them) I thought they were really funny because sometimes you would just draw the deer's butte and move on to another deer. I also thought that it was funny when alexa was doing the YMCA dance to the song and then when she jumped up, she farted! It was just like "jump toot". That was sooooo funny! We must have went on about it the whole rest of the day! I mean, it was sooooo funny. Uggh...holden just farted...nasty! I'm really excited about you coming over today. I can't wait to show you how good I sing!

-notes-
Bulgarian F&J
William Graham Everard
5'11 182lbs.
Steak & Fruit Pies

The Index
Chapter 5: In Which Seed Meets His Shadow



Seed could feel his body changing, the knots of his muscles become the grain or green wood. He didn’t care. All he could think as he listened to his own voice writing his faults into the clear night air, pounding him with all the things he had always worried were true, was
Please…Payton, Twin Gods, Anyone… Help me. He opened his eyes into the darkness.

A poppy fell very slowly from the heaven, light as a feather. The wind caught it and cradled it in its arm. Even in the dark night, it was blindingly red – the sweet red of a rising sun, or clouds at sunset. It was the red of a tongue, or lips ready to kiss. The petals were soft and thin, lit by a light from within so each thing vein glowed. Seed didn’t know how to interpret it – poppies had always been flowers of hope to him, hope and first love, new life, sweet kisses. But poppies, as he always said, were funeral flowers – the death of hope, the end of life – for funerals and ghosts. Poppies were the flowers of dreams, the younger brother of death. As it fell, teetering this way and that, he couldn’t decide what it meant that it was.

As it reached the ground, it exploded into a bomb of poppy stalks, into a circle of red light that banished all the shadows and made the forest lit by day once more. Standing there were two great deer, one delicate and red, one masculine and gold, but somehow also exactly one deer larger than either.

“You have called,” said The Red. “We have answered,” said The Gold.

“What is this?” “what?” “what?” The trees chorused in surprise.

Who am I but another flame
Another grain of sand in your way
Another person
Not a game
That can be played
Just a being
Who has their own way
You could care less
And honestly thats ok
Cause on the inside
Im proud of who I am
And what I do
Others that come along the way
And give a passing smile
They shall in return receive one as well
Those who pass with a cold shoulder
Shall receive the same warmth as if they were one of smiling people
Those who come and flatter,and give their opinion will always be welcomed
But turn not a blind eye to other passer-byers
Who walk past us.






This is in response to Animal Soul.

Every person on this earth should be proud,and respect themselves and the work that they have done.I always think that if you did the best,or even had the greatest time doing somethiing that in your eyes it should be cherished. And others should respect that.Of course in this life their will always be someone who disagrees with you on whatever subject ,but thats just the way it is. But never ever give up something that another person dissed or something like that. No one needs to look inside ones heart and figure out whats best for yourself.I guess thats all I have to say.Be positive my friends,