And as she turns,
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams.
This fire burns,
I realize that nothing's as it seems.
I dream of rain,
I dream of gardens in the desert sand.
I wake in vain,
I dream of love as time runs through my hand...
--Desert Rose, Sting

It was all a game to her.

Pacing herself, she follows as the bull elk walks backwards, facing her, ensuring that his rear is protected from her fangs. Sola, ever so calculating, lunges, within yards of a cow elk’s carcass, tearing at the elk’s throat, just missing his jugular. But before he can even bring his hooves crashing down upon her head, she darts just out of reach, standing beside the fallen cow. She catches her breath, watching him intensely.

The plan was simple; tire the bull enough to attack without getting hit. Stand beside a cow elk, seeing as how the bull wouldn’t dare go near the body of his own dead. Rinse, lather, repeat. Sure, it took a long time to kill a bull in such a manner, but if it was one thing Sola had, it was plenty of patience.

She watches as the bull returns to his grazing just a few yards from her. She eyes his entire figure, looking at the open wounds, calculating just how many more bites and tears it would take to finish him. She smirks at the elk stumbles momentarily, finally feeling the effects of blood loss.

She howls.

The bull glances up just in time to see Sola charge fearlessly, only to witness his vision going blurry, and then falling into nothingness. This time, Sola hits her mark, tearing out his jugular, the blood spray hitting everything within several feet of them; trees, the ground, herself, and a poor squirrel trying to dig up an old cache of nuts nearby. She watches as the newly baptized squirrel scurries away, leaving a trail of urine behind in his wake.

In the viewpoint of a tiny squirrel, blood flooding out of a giant elk was more than enough to warrant pissing on yourself.

I've been most unwilling,
To see this turmoil of mine.
The thought of sitting with this,
Has me paralyzed.
With this prolonged exposure,
To near and averted eyes.
I think that I've been waiting,
Such mileage for empathizing...
--Madness, Alanis Morissette

She watches.

She watches him walk ever so calmly to the coyote in front of him, the coyote simply standing there, like a statue in a park.

That poor thing is so confused, she muses.

The said poor thing was one of those that forgot the world actually moved; frozen in time, nerves numb, eyes blank, and senses dead.

Perhaps all living things do such when they know they’re seconds from death.

He stops just inches from the coyote’s face, just staring, as if he is trying to find something.

But he finds nothing.

Within seconds, it is over; his mouth clamps around the coyote’s head, reality crashing back down upon the helpless canid. But it is too late; he finishes the job with one bite, the blood splatter coating the ground in a deep crimson.

The coyote slams down upon the ground, as its own blood drips from his mouth into its closed eyes. If anyone else had seen it afterwards, they would have thought it was crying blood, perhaps lamenting its naivety and ignorance.

With a loud huff, he drags the dead coy closer to the entrance of the den, caching it for later. He returns to her side, licking the blood off of his long, narrow muzzle. She sighs as she watches, and proceeds to rub her chin into the ground, an itch begging to be itched. He sneezes as she riles up the dust, only for her to laugh as his fit continues.

“I still don't understand why you do it.” She says, as he sneezes one final time before laying across from her, his paws resting on hers.

“Why shouldn’t I?” He replies, irritation creeping into his voice.

WARNING: Some bad language

Yeahhhhh... pretty self explanitory HUHU

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You're sitting with Seshi and Kita in the birch forest right now.
It's nice to have some company.

Ok so…this was very spur of the moment XD’ So if it seems random it’s because it was, but…I felt an overpowering urge to write it anyways ^^’ Mainly because I’ve always felt this way on the subject, and recently I’ve had some…new experiences in the forest with friendship I would like to get off my chest. BUT! Instead of just going on a rant and pointing fingers and all that unnecessary-ness, I thought instead I would write it as a simple, happy advice blog, MAINLY because I know I can’t be the only one who feels this way. Surely I’m not the only insecure one out there? XD Hopefully it will do more positive then negative because I don’t think we really need more negative at the moment…

Anyways, this is written mostly by my characters so there may be differences in opinion, obviously. If YOU have some friend advice, or heck any sort of advice to other players and their characters out there do not hesitate to post them as a reply to this!

Tonight: A Nightmare on Elm Street @8

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IT'S ACTUALLY DONE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

NOW THEN how about 8? Comment if that's a bad time, but I can't go later than 10. D:

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Ich weiß nicht, wie man sie als Bilder anzeigen oder über haubt das hier einbrinkt fals jemand eine ahnung hat kann er mich ja mal anschreiben
Bitte füttern, egal was Art * * FONG

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Alright, so I'm deffinately going to host a new fanart-a-thon sometime in the near future.
But first...
There are a few things we need to iron out, that caused hitches in the first, trial one. (:

So this post is made for people to post their idea, on how to make the fanart-a-thon work more smoothly.

FOR THOSE THAT DON'T KNOW...
The Endless forest fanart-a-thon is a giant exchange of fanart! Each person that signs up, gets assigned one week. Each week, all of the other participants, draw a fanart image, for the person who's week it is. Get it? Got it? Great!

This time around things will be a bit different:

1) Only people who have been ACTIVE members of TEF for 3 months will be alowed to join. Yes... This knocks alot of people out of the running, but it's important. Last time quite a few people joined who dropped out, or ran off.

2) If you drop out or run off, without a good reason, (Example of a good reason: A shark ate your drawing hand) then you will be banned from participating in any other fanart-a-thon events. Sorry. ):

3) If you have not completed all of your art for the weeks that have passed, you will not be eligible to recieve your own week, until you have caught yourself up. The people with the best track records will be the most likely to recieve their week earlier than others.

4) I will be capping off the number of participants this time. Between 10 and 15... You guys vote and leet me know what number you think is appropriet.

If anyone has other rules to suggest, please let me know and if they're legitimately important, I'll add them to the list. (:

Also!
A few people have asked if they can enter writting instead of art for the fanart-a-thon... Personally I think that maybe the writting would be better suited for another event... But I'll let you guys descide. If you make a comment, please vot yes or no, to allow people to enter writting instead of art.

It's time to sweep the table clean, and get the facts straight.

Bear with me, however. I'm typing this at about 2:30 in the morning, and I technically shouldn't even be in the lounge at this hour. But I'm throwing away sleep time for this. Because frankly, I need to let some steam off outside of the Forest. Those of you who witnessed me beating the sap out of the trees will now see what my grievances are/were concerning.

I'll start with the obvious. I hate seeing the community torn apart like this. It's true that I haven't been here that long (Maybe since last September), but I still feel that there's something about this community that sets it apart from the forums and such that I've been to. Save for TKK. TKK will always have a firm bond with me, regardless as to how detached I am from it now.

But regardless, seeing everyone in disarray like this hurts a bit. Sure, chaos and drama is the very lifeblood of life itself, and without it, the world would turn cold and stale; but it has always been within human nature to hate the very things that keep them alive. Hence why I voice this confession of hating drama and chaos.

And yet, it's almost cruel that, despite hating it, I seem to get drawn right into it; in fact, I feel that sometimes I've caused it, and not of my own will. Which is, again, hurtful to me.

Getting away from that, another confession: I will confess to being selfish towards most things. And yet, I keep myself humble at the same time; Many times I've said, "Oh this sucks," and whatnot, and everytime I say it, I do, in fact, mean it. But at the same time, there's a nagging thought in me that tells me the reason I said so was to garner compliments.