Day 22:
The gods... I like how they walk amongst us, sometimes. You can always see what they're up to.
But I wonder... where do they go when they're not here? Are there other forests to tend? Other places to manage?
Infact... what is beyond the forest? Is this all there is?

Day 23:
I was looking in the pond, today. I know some deer have died there.
But, where do we go when we die? What happens to our bodies- to our minds? Do we become ghosts, or go to another place?
...Do we even have to die at all? If I can mature so quickly, when will I grow old? Some deer grow old... but some don't seem to change at all.

Day 24:
The things I dream at night, they don't belong to me, do they? The images I see in my head- I've never known these objects, these places, these feelings before. The creatures...
Should I be worried? Am I mad? Who is this person- this voice I speak with, the voice that I know...

Day 25:
I dreamt of her again. A female.. something. I feel her strange claws reach out to touch me- but the touch is soft. Like a warm embrace from another deer.
So... very warm...

Day 26:
My pelt is sticking. I love the orange colour it's coming out in. I have new tines on my short antler growths. I'm glad that I've made it this far. But now, I look back at the smaller fawns and wish I could play so freely again. Too much play and some stags look down on me.
I still don't seem to understand what gender I am. I have antlers but nothing in the way of a ... staghood.

Day 27:
A tree fell in the forest, today. No one else was around to hear it. It made the most sickening-
crack.
My belly contracted and turned into knots. And I smelt blood somewhere in the depths of my mind. Tasted it. Stronger and stronger until I had to run for the pond to wash it out.
This has happened before... I have heard this noise- this pain in my head. The pressure in my neck. I have felt this before!

This is a warning[IMAGE HEAVY], there are many like it, but this one is mine.

Thanks for letting me stalk these two, Shim. <3

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Testing Stuff 2, under the cut

**Contains swearing.

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The forest is not kind to the small
Tread upon, ignored, bullied, sometimes even eaten.
It can be a dangerous nightmare for the unprepared.
Even the most prepared can feel neglected or left out.
The pelt spells will not stick to us.
Our antlers never as large.
Our pleas for forest magic ignored.
The worst being the lack of respect.
“You is small yes? Is cute!”
“Hehe look at the little mini!”
“Minis are always clowns “

Tis a new year that is upon us all
A time to celebrate and be thankful for all that has happened last year.
A time to reflect on times and situations that were not so glamerous.
A time to enjoy eachothers company and the smile on your families faces
Tis a time to remember and cherish and to never forget your past.
For the past is the key to the future.

I wish all of you here on TEF a happy new year.* throws confettie*

[=10]She woke up and he was gone.

It had happened a few times before in the past few weeks. However, he’d always be back by morning, and she’d kept herself still by thinking that he’d be happy if she left him alone, and that was how he wanted it, right? But not this time. This time she woke up and there was blood on the sheets.

Her bad leg creaked when she stood up, causing her to stumble. There was a dim glow under the door – the hall light wasn’t on, but another was. As soon as she grasped the door handle, a violent fit of coughing sounded from somewhere in the house. Anxiety flooded her system like water. She continued into the hallway.

It was the bathroom light that was on, but the door was closed. The woman jumped slightly at every retching sound emanating from the room. Her hand found the handle and tired it, only to find the resistance of a locked door. She could have picked it in no time at all, but her better judgment stopped her. Tuna sighed and pulled her hand away.

There was blood on her palm. (nowsthetimetopanic)

Another fit of vomiting erupted from inside. Her heart clenched and fluttered alternately inside her ribcage. Wait. Her back cozied up against the wall, and the blonde woman slid down to the floor, crossing her arms over her knees. Tired gray eyes stared straight ahead.

Have you found yourself being followed constantly by a mini deer?
Is it the one above?

Well you buddy boyo are being observed.
For what? Your deer's character and in forest behavior.

Hi ya'll. <3 I'm livestreamin! Come watch if you want!

Playing the first spyro! 8D Starting over since my other memory card is over at dads. Webcam quality might be a little bad, though.

Some people from another website might be watching me too, so yeah. 8'D