Testing titles and links

http://endlessforest.org/community/node/30495

when titled "."

http://endlessforest.org/community/node/30495

when title is edited.

How awesome,
with a link like that, you can edit the title all you wish and the link won't change at all
that way you wouldn't have to replace all the links to said page where ever else you linked it

Haha, neat.

Remains the same after third title edit. =D

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Edited older blog
"Updates + Links + Blog"
to
"."
Then back.

http://endlessforest.org/community/node/28887

^ This link can never be broken no matter how much I rename the page's title now.

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Disadvantage:
New page won't be classed as "new" after the first edit. "updated" instead.

Wow, I let myself type whatever I want for ten minutes and I come up with THIS?!

Warning: DARK, misanthropic, sad, blah.

I fear I have been away longer than I usually would have. I wonder if I can place blame on the chill in the air that signals winter's arrival on my "hibernation" of sorts.
No sooner had I awakened, did I notice some familiar faces sitting amongst the poppies at the entrance of the Ruins. One of which was a well-known ghost in this Forest.

And now, it would seem most of the group recently gathered has scattered off somewhere.

And what is this I hear? Lady Kaoori is expecting a little one?
I do wonder what Darkweaver makes of the father being Wesker. There is more than a bit of bad blood between the two. I will admit my barely held tolerance towards the bone-pelted stag, for I do not understand what started this needless rivalry.
Call me hypocritical for my dislike if you will. I cannot help that the powers that be would have me befriend one before even knowing of the other.
Perhaps if I could learn the reason these quarrels started, I could somehow help cease them.
That little one should not have to be born into a world where one parent's friend is the other's bitter enemy.

But there my thoughts go as they often do. Traveling along a tangent.

I shall end this here for now.

I remain,

Bastilion

Wanderers Silent Dream

I haven't been on TEF in like two days and it was driving me crazy. I got on a good half hour ago and de stressed by running around the forest for a good ten minutes, ignoring other fawns and just flat out sprinting. I ended up at the old church where Fest had fun dancing with some pretty cool adult deer. I've found I'm spending more time in the more pine covered part of TEF just sitting quietly and enjoying the forest.

What's the moral of the story? WEll after a longe stressful week TEF was just what I needed.

(WARNING MANY IMMMAAAGGESSS)


Because I'm bored and llamas are close enough to deer to be somewhat relevant AND EVERYONE LIKES LLAMAS RIGHT


(I took the pics, but all of these llamas belong to Sight & Sound Theatres, not ME.)

Well, I just got a new 6 week old chuahauah puppy this week, and he's been eating a lot of my spare time while I'm not at work... and on top of that Blood Sport on DA has begun, and as a participant some of my activity online has been set aside for that. Soooo yeah, if I don't seem too active lately, it's because of that. ^^; But I'm still here!

WORK
IN
PROGRESS



NAME-
Rodric

GENDER-
Male/Stag

AGE-
Young Fawn

LIKES-

There are things in life you'll learn and
Oh, in time you'll see.

It was all familiar here. The streets, the houses, the city itself felt like home again. He always said he didn't much like it here, but now he realized how much he missed it. It wasn't the sites or the feel of the city. It was the people. One person, actually. It was the whole reason he came here, back to America. He came here to start over, and that's exactly what he did. He was away from the scandal of England and the hardships of Russia. It felt like he was starting over once more just by visiting. He felt fresh and free.

The car came up to the one house he had been waiting to visit for months. It was all the same, nothing had changed. He stepped out of his car, walked up to the door, and knocked.

Don't run, don't hide, it will be alright.

The door opened, there she was, staring up at him in pleasant shock. She embraced him, only able to wrap around his waist because of his height. He returned her hug, running a hand down her prismatic hair. It was a clear difference from his dusty gray hair. She led him inside, sitting him down on the couch and greeting him once more. They caught up, him telling her of what he had been doing in Russia. She didn't say much about herself. She only told him that she was lonely. It was pretty clear to him why.

Time passed. They made lemonade, spoke about cooking, just talking for the sake of talking. Once again he wrapped his arms around her, dropping his voice to a whisper.

“I missed you...”

She felt like she was melting in his arms. “I love you...”

He wasn't allowed to love though. He was held back from it. If he loved anyone, they would only be hurt. He had to deny it. He had to protect her. It would hurt, but not as much as it would to see her broken for good. He began to pull away.

She paused, “... Do you love me?”

He couldn't answer her. He looked away, hooding his eyes. “I want to...

But does any one know of any good african tribal music? Or exoctic, tropical, islandy stuff that's upbeat?