This mask i hide behind

It shows no true emotion


For all of my fellings are buried deep inside .

Away from people who would take advantage of it


Yet I can not help but wonder is this right


To hide behind this mask and play this charade


This lie



I think not.

Hey! Did I do something bad to you?! No, I just wanted say "hi" to you. So, please don't attack me.-_-

Day 15:
My antlers are growing in. I wish they weren't. I don't see why I need them now. I still can't keep my pelt and spells like the adults, but I'm bigger than the younger fawns. I want to hang out with the adults without them thinking I'm some kid. I don't know what to do...

Day 16:
Yesterday I felt really down. But today, I jumped around, and danced and stuff. Like nothing was wrong. I wish I hadn't realized that, because as soon as I did I felt down again. What's wrong with me? Maybe it's these stupid antlers.
And these dreams I keep having are freaking me out...

Day 17:
Last night I had a dream about a huge wave. A wall of water that made me tumble over, it swept me up and swallowed me whole. I felt... things grabbing me. Soft, squishy claws like ravens with far too many toes. Clutching at me. Trying to pull me out. Then I woke up, and I was beside the pond. I'm not going to sleep there again, for a while, in case that's what made the nightmare.
And... I dreamed about a feeling in my heart. It was like I had felt it before- recognized whoever I was talking to. Like I loved them dearly.
But I've never loved anyone in my life. Nor has anyone loved me- been nice, sure. But not loved me.

Day 18:
My pelts are sticking longer. I should be happy, but I'm not. It's just another meaningless milestone along the march to death. Great.

Day 19:
Watched some fawns play today. Kinda like a big brother. Err- Sister.
That's the thing. I don't know what I am. As far as I know.... I'm neither and both. I grow antlers like a stag, but I've been called a female before.
Maybe if I had a mother she could tell me what I am. Or what I'm not, at least...

Day 20:
I dreamt about water again. This time I was sleeping in the birch water.

Newer ones at the bottom.

"Amor ordinem nescit...love certainly does not know order.."

Furfur sighed and laid down within the old oak tree. He had spent another day wandering with friends and helping an old companion gain suitable attire for the forest. He was such a vibrant individual before but now only sat beside him in silence. Furfur paced nervously and hung his grinning mask up to dry on a splintered section of the interior. He was far more troubled than previous nights and this was turning out to be no exception. There were so many uncertainties and worries lately that he could not logically consider. He remained restless and distant from those whose companionship he never once left.

"A Penny for your thoughts?”

"I.."Furfur faltered. How could he summarize his worries in a few mere sentences? He continued to pace circles around Rhys deep in thought. This persistent habit continued until Rhys laboriously climbed to his feet and gave his companion a weary smile.

"Well how about let’s start with basics: What is her name? ”

"Well her name i-wait! What?! Who said anything about a her. You’re wrong. I don’t know what you’re talking about I was just trying to think of what mask to wear Tomo-"He reared up and danced in place in agitation. How did he know!? The cheeky little gold masked weirdo always seemed to know things about him he held secret.

Il s'est senti plus formel de le poster dans le français, puisque je peux m'exprimer mieux avec cela.

Je m'excuse de tout ce que j'ai fait.
Le merci tous pour tout <3
J'ai reçu l'idée de VCG, donc grâce à vous pour me donner une façon d'exprimer merci et appologies

Yesterday I tried running through trees and rocks - straight through, without even holding my breath.

I'm impressed by the fascinating attention to detail of the world builders. Although our fawn bodies have no apparent mass, and we usually just pass on through as if we were ghosts, I'm just discovering some of the subtle effects that are triggered. So far I've found the sounds as I get close to the large tree and the almost imperceptible music that sounds a little like bagpipes when I run through the large upright stones.

I really like these interactions between our bodies and the world which seem to give us more substance.

But, although I love the ethereal nature of this 'substance', I have to confess that I also like a little gravity.

I think I read somewhere that some stags have learned how to 'fly' and walk on water, but I like it when my fawn stumbles on the ground or bumps into outcrops. When I forget to click, my crow stops flying and falls back to earth in a satisfying and slightly comic fashion. I was kinda hoping that, if I jumped in the pond, I could sink down to the depths like a fawn scuba diver, but instead I turned into a frog. At any rate my frog stayed on the surface and I could swim slowly over to the fish.

By the way, is it just me or is it snowing?

Nice.