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Chapter 2: In Which Resistance Is Futile




He had been walking for what felt like forever; the trees hadn’t tried talking to him again. The Oldest Forest was as lovely as he remembered it. Like the forests where deer wandered, it always seemed to be Spring here. Only someone making careful observation, only someone dreaming slowly, could see the difference. So here, the trees were always soaked in white blooms that drifted in front of his face as he walked like snowflakes falling around him. In the places where the light shone red and the flowers stopped falling, it felt like autumn; in the places where the blooms were too high up to see, it was summer. But Spring was everywhere, tangible as air.

If he weren’t trapped against his will and lost, Seed would have been awestruck by it, even after the near eternity he had spent there, once. His neck hurt, his head felt heavy. He walked with blocks of ice for legs, not bending so much as folding to let him fall, and then catching him before he hit the ground. Somehow, this moved him along. His golden eyes vanished behind his heavy lids, as he struggled to stay on a side of conciousness. He had to stay awake, awake until he reached home. He kept repeating that idea in his head. Then he heard a rustling – not the trees speaking, but something moving in the bushes. His ears perked up as he turned his head.

“Why, hello there, Mister. I haven’t seen the like of you before,” a little voice said. Out of the bushes emerged a little brown squirrel with bright green eyes the color of spring leaves. “What are you supposed to be?”

“I’m a deer…I’m lost, actually. I don’t live in this…place,” he finished, lamely.

So I found out the hard way that airsitting is a goddamn chore if you're looking to sit in a specific spot.

Thanks to VCG/Virgil, I finally figured out how to get to the near top of the Ruins. Now, for the longest time, I have imagined a little Thylacine using the top of the Ruins as a playground, sitting and lounging as she pleases.

Well, thanks to some dumb luck, I managed to find a tiny corner spot that's just perfect for her to sit on. It's the correct height, correct length.

Earlier today, I decided to leave it to socialize with Dag, VCG, etc.

Well, afterwards, I decided to try and get back up there to show off a bit.

Dag signs off.

Still not up there.

VCG signs off.

Still not up there.

Demon and Fay fall asleep.

Still not up there.

Demon wakes up after about 30-45 minutes.

I'm STILL not up there.

It took me about close to TWO FREAKING HOURS to get back into that spot, and even then, Alkina's front end is off the ledge by about 2 inches. Which, may not seem much, but to an OCD perfectionist like me, it's quite aggravating.

Long story short, airsitting was supposed to be fun, but, in retrospect, it's a goddamn chore.

If there's anything that should be fixed in the game, it's the ability to actually MANEUVER WHILE YOU'RE UP IN THE AIR, AND NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT HITTING THE GROUND.

I came close SEVERAL times to getting it right, but I would end up being off by about 5-6 inches or so.

/ *mumblemumblemumble*

Rouga


Gender: Female

Age: 1 year

Home: Playground

Species: Deer

Mate: None

Personality: Shy, often hangs out in De Drinkplaats and stays far from other deer, may hesitate before saying hello, has never seen the rain before

Likes: Small critters, magic

Dislikes: The old oak, swimming, losing her deer mask

Parents: Unknown

Fawns: None

Siblings: Fawna (Tayraye222)

Very odd... I log on to the forest one day and Rouga's deer mask is gone... Maybe I should just go without a mask.

Wanders Silent Dream

"to be human?"
Is it the shape of one's body?

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Larger Version
Something.
Misako on the left.

(I'm not on my normal computer at the moment and have a dodgy mouse, you can be 99% sure that Ayal is not rearing or attacking you i've just failed in pressing the right emotion button. I think he scared some fauns today by accident.)

I woke up in the playground, the rocks stealing the warmth from my body now they had cooled down. They had been warmed by the sun when I had nodded off there yesterday afternoon. I stayed where i was trying to clear the fuzziness from my head, antlers feeling far too heavy as they tend to do when i wake up. Finally making it to my feet I stand and stretch out the kinks shaking my head to dislodge the morning dew from my antlers and taking slow steps as i make my way down the rocky terrain and off the playground.

I bellow into the still air and wait for a reply as I sniff the air trying to pick up a familiar scent, finally catching one and trotting off towards it slowing as I hear the sound of water. I find the little red deer Vala resting by a sleeping deer and after only a moment of introductions she has cast a spell on me turning me green and scaly. It does feel rather odd no longer having fur and as the new scales of the kirrin pelt begin to itch I sneeze it away and bowing to Vala trot off back away from the water only to stumble upon Stella with another deer.

I stop amazed wondering just who this stranger is, i've never seen the white doe with a friend before having always found her on her own. Its not long however before we are introduced and both of us trying to tempt the timid doe into some games. She rises to the challenge magnificently and soon we are all hopping around like spring rabbits and laughing so hard we roll over. I grew hesitant though as the prancing about took us closer and closer to the pond, the thought of going near such a large body of water terrifies me to the my core.

But c'mon...

Lately I've been feeling... Dunno, mostly forgotten, or invisible. There's a select few that still talk to me and stay close, but most people seem to be generally not-there. I mean, I've tried a few things to stay part of the community - Drawing people's deer as aliens, trying to hold a contest (Which only one person participated in! *dies*), interracting in forest (and mostly not recognising others anymore), and trying to RP when I have time, among those things. Even including others in stories, which I've mostly stopped writing since poeple don't seem to read them anymore or care to interract with my characters or keep them around. I don't know what people want anymore.
Now, my B-day just passed, and I did flag a statement that it was coming ahead of time, but the only response to that was people just saying 'happy b-day' on that one thread, and leaving it at that...

Yet other people with days in the same week get fanart and in forest parties.
I hate to complain or sound jealous, but I've been here a few years and wonder why I don't get nearly the same response. It kind of hurts, and I do feel a bit left out.

Seriously, I'm starting to wonder if I'm even still wanted around, of if anyone beside a very select few would notice if I dissappeared.

I'm sorry, I just don't know if I stand anywhere anymore. Its a bit selfish I guess, but it's been a long time that this feeling of abandonment has been over my head and I've been silent about it until now.