hakilu, my bro, had a question! he found a doe this morning he had a crush on.... she had a default pelt, doe antlers, and real deer mask, and her pictogram looked like a T.

Mild Maturity Warning!...I guess! XD Somewhere...SO YOU ARE WARNED.

Chapter Numero Uno
Chapter Numero Dos:

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Ok, so maybe ‘dying’ was a bit dramatic. The whole thing happened in mere seconds, though for the young stag struggling to breathe with concerns of pretty girls and humiliation in his head it seemed a lifetime, and plenty of time for a drowning. More laughter - male laughter, and vaguely familiar. The girl calls out again sternly, though Darcy can barely pick out her words. Suddenly the weight from his head was lifted, and jerking upwards the young stag choked the water from his lungs before gasping for breath. A sharp, painful blow to his side sent him sprawling back to the ground, though thankfully it forced the rest of the water out, clearing his air passage. His body heaved as it tried to recover from the traumas, his vision blurred and spinning as he attempted to wrap his mind around the situation.

“What’s the meaning of this, Serin!”
Zharie’s voice drew his consciousness into focus as he sat upright again, swaying uneasily. He focused his gaze on her silvery form in desperation to focus on anything. She stood not too far off, squared up and larger then he remembered her as she glared past him - no doubt at his attacker. Serin. He made no attempt to get a glimpse of the young, striped stag that stood defiantly over him. He’d gotten plenty of good glimpses in the past.
“Hey don’t be mad at me! The little dork was spying on you again, he deserves it!”

The shadow above him shifted and suddenly a hoof landed heavily upon his neck, threatening to pin him down again.

"It's something evil."
And she said.
"Livestream eet."

And BAM, it's done.
Sketching, mostly. Working out kinks in a certain character...
Researching anatomy as well.

I want to thank everybody for helping me out last time. *Bow*
Now I've got another problem... How do you upload screenshots and pictures? ^^"" Ahh I'm such a newb... *Head desk*

It's strange. Whenever I log into the forest, I don't see other deer. Everybody's symbols would bunch up together and get stuck at the bottom of the screen. I have to wait for a long time til it goes back to normal.

Putting that aside, I have some ideas for new antlers So I'm sorta hoping to upload em soon. ^^

Good night, TEF~ *Bow*

Launched the game after a long time of completly not launching the game.
to seeif there's something special going on, snow fog alien invasion( ya never know)
When suddenly this deer pops-up, wich isn't that big of a suprise in TEF, but (s)he turns me into a mini deer :0

I never really knew how that happens, I allways thought that it would recuire some sort of skill to be a pony sized deer. Any way thanks who ever it was
The deer had Butterfly antlers a deer mask and a brown pelt

(:

It wasn't the first time he saw them there.
Never approaching, never greeting, just there.
As a fawn he drew attention to what he saw.
It was seldom they would make an appearance but the limber young fawn would run for miles to find an adult willing to listen to his tales.

please help!!! im confused!!! can someone give me step by step diresctions to post a pic??

[=9]{ OMG WHY CAN'T I WRITE HAPPY STUFF LOL }

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It was still snowing. The great sky-dove shed her downy gifts all over the forest, and for several days she flew lazily over and blanketed the forest below. She breathed a deep sigh across the land, and the snow-covered trees twitched, the forest cringed, and a certain doe hidden beneath the snow shuddered. Such a lovely dream she'd been having, and she felt oddly warm inside.

But it was soon after, a few mere seconds, that she found herself unable to recall the magic of the world behind her eyelids. Sleeping in the snow was not smart, however Rowan's waterproof feathering had grown thicker in the cold and, though she shivered in the wind, was generally just fine. He maskless face, however, ached with cold. It burned and stung in agonizing lines on her feathery visage.

Yet another sigh of wind carved lines into her feathers. It carried away some snow with it, which twirled and danced happily. Rowan stumbled to her feet, chasing the winter blast and taunting it. This is not the place for happy dances! She returned quietly and curled back around one of the last blue flowers protectivly.

Here she was surrounded by a circle of rocks, none higher than a few inches yet arranged pursosefully. Here lie her soul, buried deep and curled together in eternal slumber. Suddenly, the cold drove her up and away to the pond. She must see her face! How it stung bitterly.

What the little old doe saw in her peerings into the frozen water displeased her so much that she muttered a cry of astonishment. There, in perfect little lines, were lines of crytallized water down her cheeks. Mentally, Rowan snarled at herself, and then found her legs running in no particular direction. Not smart. She collided with a tree with a soft thump, and rolled over to vanish in a snowdrift.