Voices of the Past

Noelle awoke suddenly, her heart racing from seeing the burst of light from the Wirewood Tree. She looked around - she WAS in The Endless Forest, but there didn't seem to be anyone around. The forest was lit by the dusk sunlight, and little by little it was getting darker. Standing, she called out and listened for a response.

Nothing - the air was completely silent, even the usual sounds of birds and insects seemed to be absent.

She tilted her head, and then started to walk, looking around for a sign of anyone. She didn't really understand what had just happened, and with no one around to talk to, she felt more and more confused.

Noelle stopped and called out again. Her eyes caught a glimpse of something for a moment - she could have sworn she saw a young fawn dart past the trees in the distance. Curiously, she ran that way, calling a third time.

Stopping to catch her breath, she caught something in the corner of her eye. The old ruins were...glowing?

Looking, she confirmed this - small orbs of light floated around the place, all in different colors. Hesitantly, she approached the Ruins.

As she neared, a blue orb drifted toward her, and she heard the faintest sound, "...Noelle?"

That voice, it's..., her senses rose immediately, "Fay, is that you?", she asked.

The reply was hard to hear, but she got a little of the response, "...rrible happened, sister."

"What? What happened?", the doe questioned. Other orbs approached, seeming to be drawn by the presence of the living deer. The greater numbers helped Fay be able to speak clearer, "There was a mass extinction. We don't know how we all died, but...something terrible happened."

"How did she survive?", one of the violet orbs questioned.

"She must be the chosen one.", another answered.

"Fay, what's going on?", Noelle asked her sister's orb.

I was just on Endless Forest, I had to log off..

Where are you guys??



Cos I like lost you ppl.

And How do you put stuff on your deer, Like it doesnt stay on forever when like it comes on to you. On other ppl it does stay. And ya'know how it says like a forest thing comes up when you are like umm trying to get something, nothing comes up o.O


Oh Well.

go ahead and watch if you dare.

Arranged in order of most recent.

*shrug* Bored and wanted to make another one of these threads because they're fun!

You can ask... (color coded responses btw XD)

Chris (me)
Quad Bio
Zephyr Bio
Pent Bio
Trunks Bio
Blixt Bio
Caw Bio

Ask away

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TheQuietOne:

Me -
Does your name originate from anywhere? If so what does it mean?
"Well, I was born in December, so my name comes from Christmas."

Who was your first friend in the forest? how did you meet him/her?
"Probably Laruna. It's been too long for me to remember how we met, I think I just liked her picto."

Have you ever killed anyone? If no , then are you willing to under any curcanstences? If so what are they.
"I haven't, but my circumstances would be if they threatened my family or if they were trespassing."

Quad -
Does your name originate from anywhere? If so what does it mean?
"My name means 'Four'. It has to do with the amount of times I've been reincarnated."

Who was your first friend in the forest? how did you meet him/her?
"Laruna." (would be the same as the real me since Quad was my first deer)

Have you ever killed anyone? If no , then are you willing to under any curcanstences? If so what are they.
"No, but if the Twin Gods wanted me to, I would obey."

Zephyr -
Does your name originate from anywhere?

Please dont ask me to stay
Because you already know my answer
Please let me go
Dont cage me in a cell
Because I will break free
Im not something that you can tame
No one will ever break my spirit
But if you choose this path
I will fight
And the battles will tiresome
And in the end you will admit defeat
So why waist time trying?
When we both know the outcome
My will will never be broken
And my spirit shall remain strong and relentless
I know how stubborn you can be
As am I
But this way you will not win
If any thing you will loose my respect
Dont deceive yourself
I was only caught
Because I wanted to be
To reason with you
To stop this endless battle
But do not think
You will catch me again
For I am faster than the wind
And as cunning as a fox
You are mistaken
If Im that easy to fall.
Heed my words.
My spirit will never break
And if you continue pursuing
I guarantee you I will fight
For I am not something you can control
Or something that you can tame
Take my advice and end this battle
That you can not win.

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There are moments I want to dance with, all on their own, holding them tight as the whirl around in my memory. These are the days I want to have stretch out before me, filling tomorrow and all the days there'll ever be up to the brim. I know that days like this aren't every day -- but a stag can dream. Of days as the seasons turn, the worries of coming days still hanging on the horizons, when everything is peaceful and calm. Days when everyone is laughing. They have to have their best pieces savored, pressed close to the heart like a flower in a book, so that in years gone by they can be held up to the light and the veins can be seen, the scent fleetingly recalled.

Nevilly, Virgil and I, running deep into the birch woods, circling around ourselves -- We've forgotten all our purpose. We had been teasing one another, and the forest echoed with our laughter as we ran -- was I chasing Virgil, or was I chasing Nevilly, delighting in the sight of the two of them ahead of me? I can't say, I couldn't say. The forest whirls around us and changes texture as we go, from soft moss to hard clay, and Virgil is a streak before me, shifting color from tan to gold, gold to red, like a sunset. I'm chasing them, but I'm also just delighting in the utter freedom of that running, my head thrown back, taking a few strides beside that beautiful doe with the bright blue eyes before one of us turned away, laughing so hard my whole ribcage ached like my hurt was about to burst out.

And later: Nevilly and I have pinned poor Virgil into hiding in the great rock at the ruins. We’ve scented him out, and now I’ve caught them both. Nevilly gives me a mischievous smirk, and we sit directly above him. We sicken him, the two of us – Because as we sit, I’m running my lips on the edges of her ears, nuzzling her between words, and I’m going all out, calling her sweet and sappy names, like a fool.