Hey! I want to ask you guys something. I'm trying to make some friends with other fawns and deer and stuff, and I think I met some deer I like today, even though the big stag didn't get that the other fawn and I weren't really fighting, we were just having some fun! ...Anyway, they were nice, but I dunno who they are. Anyone know?



Thanks a bunch if you can help me out here!

((This is also an excercise in building Krym's voice a bit more.))

RAR & Pan

~RAR~
adulthood isn't all it's cracked up to be. but along with the bad comes the very very good, and for that i can't complain.

i work most days of the week, now. i find very little time to play in the forest, but with a job comes that illusive creature "money", and with money perhaps i can donate to the forest to make it just a little bit brighter.

this has been the most bittersweet year of them all. and with a New Year approaching i can feel the paradigms of the world begin to shift. not just my own situation but the lives and situations of those i love around me are changing, as well.

~Pan~
winter is approaching in the forest, the cold hand of Death has passed and now Sleep is coming to us all. There are so many new faces in the forest i know that i'll never be able to know them all.

~RAR & Pan~

Zrrrrrrip
It’s a crisp metallic sounds, not one in itself ultimately scary, but I suppose it’s the chittering that gets most of them. Most people think they’re silent you see, just because they’re so small they don’t make noise. Not true, not true in the slightest. Not if you get enough of them together anyway. Even then, it’s not the buzz of flies or the drone of wasps, nope, they’ve got an appeal all their own you see.

I remember when I met my first spider. It…well it was so long ago I don’t quite remember when it was, but I do figure I must have been fairly freshly dead. She was big and bloated, dragging her abdomen around like an overstuffed sack behind her. She’d labour this way and that, eight slender legs shaking with the effort. Bending my head down for a closer look I could see on her back were clusters of eggs, spongy little black blobs, like jelly. The poor soon to be mother was obviously looking for a safe place for her nest… well, I thought to myself, I know the perfect place!

Now I’ve got a whole family of them spinning round in my head, brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins. Sometimes it gets a little crowded, so I let them out for a little run-around, let them blow off some steam. I could show you if you want? No-no really it’s no trouble at all, they’d absolutely love to meet you…
Zrrrrrrrip

Done for the Two-Way Challenge: Info and sign-ups here!
Inspired by 'unzip' by Sablekat: please go have a look and maybe drop a comment her way!

(I decided to put up my own diary, but I don't yet know if I am going to give Vena her own personality as a RP-character. For now, I am going to play her as myself only. Because of that, I'll tell you about the things that have happened to me in the forest in not-too-poetic way. But this diary will probably go through many changes in the future, as things clear up for me and I'll understand them better, and I know how I want to write. Please bear with me :3
Oh, and for some reason I can't take screenshots in the game o_o It should take them when I press the P key, right? This diary is going to have one screenshot, and that was taken by pressing the Print screen-key. But if anyone could tell me what I should do to in this situation, I would be grateful!
Okay, so on we go..)

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“Running with friends…”
“Finding a mate…”
“Leaving the forest…”
“Growing up…”
“Being a fawn again..”
“Boring Boring Boring! It is the same over and over! Bah. How could one be expected to sustain himself on the repetitive dreams of this place?!”

Draum pawed the ground impatiently and stormed away from the slumbering deer of the forest. He had started a collection of dreams but after merely a few weeks it was becoming short lived. Not one deer in the forest had a unique thought in their head. He had preyed upon them while they slumbered and expertly drew out their dream scapes for his own viewing pleasure.

At first it was exhilarating to become one with the sleeping deer and a part of the dream but it had since become monotonous. At times he flirted with the idea of experiencing one of the troubled’s dreams, but his own uncertainty held him back. How could he risk injury or damage to snatch the dreams of one who can’t even sit still and rest easy themselves? Maybe in another day or year, but for now he stayed clear of those who kicked and screamed in what is supposed to be restful slumber.

He raised his head to the sky and inhaled deeply. The night was still young, but he was already tiring of the usual members of the forest’s community. He needed something new, something fresh, something..different. It did not take long for the unrecognizable scent to drift past.

A Nameless was in the forest. He lowered his stature and crept for the new visitor to the forest. Everyone has seen them at some point. The bare and unassuming visitors who bound around the forest like children. They were unconcerned with the notions of the forest. They did not care about playing with friends, or growing up. Merely tourists to the place so many called home. Draum slipped closer and stood over his quarry. It was almost unheard of to see one sleeping.

I don't know how possible this is, but I'd like to start a herd. Just a small one, eight at most. We'd all put down that we'd like to join, what our deer looks like, it's gender, it's symbol, and if it has one it's name. Some sort of bio is optional. :3

That way, when we see each other online we can meet up and hang out. And be on at similar times and whatnot. This may have been done before, but I'd like to have a herd of my own. You know?

I don't think it's against the rules in any way, but if it is, let me know. >_____>

Anyway, this is me, no name.

http://endlessforest.org/community/my-deer-11

I entered the forest today looking for a little fun, it was a beautiful day with the leaves rustling happily in the trees only for this vision of beauty to be interrupted as I stumbled upon the one they call 'The Collector' I've seen him before from afar but with those rags and all those masks hanging like baubles from his antlers he is not the prettiest thing in the forest however one should not judge a book by its cover and me with other company I never found a reason to go and meet him, many of the other deer are afraid of his antics and the fauns seem to think he brings nightmares with him as he visits when they sleep. I went to introduce myself though he did not seem to appreciate my friendly nuzzle or subsequent bout of jumping and prance him - things that entice normal deer to play and dance with me. He seemed to enjoy casting mask spells for a time though did not appreciate me returning the favour which I did not understand.

Instead he just left trotting off with his head bowed and a look of concentration on his face and I followed for a while not understanding his actions until finally I took the hint and left him be while I went to entertain some fauns with my dancing, I still cant decide how comfortable I am with the little creatures with their lack of antlers and spindly little legs that I fear will break when they run though they never have. I danced briefly with a small red coated deer too though it wasn't long before my curiosity about this Collector got the better of me and listening carefully I tracked down his roar again collecting a mask spell on my way.

I watched from a short distance for a time trying to understand, then finally it hit me.

[=#374965]When I woke up today I found myself all lost in this endless forest.
I noticed I had slept between two big trees who's green foliage had given me shelter for the night.
My wounds since yesterday still hurted and it took some time for me to even get up on my feets.
The stag had shown me no mercy and the marks after his sharp hooves was clearly visible.
As my mind started to clear I looked around, I couldn't hear the sound of the purling water as I was used to.
I knew that I was on the edge of the birch forest, everywhere I looked I could see small birch trees growing in the dense pine tree forest.

I turned around and started trott away from the birch forest I knew that the pond laid almost in the middle of the pine tree forest. As I finaly heard the familiar sound of purling water I trotted a bit faster. At the pond I was able to quench my thirst with the crystal clear water... It felt so smooth flowing down my throath.
When I was done drinking I walked towards my usual resting place, the crying idol.
On my way a stag showed up, his fur was white as snow and he wore the skull mask.
Because of my earlier meetings with stags didn't end that happily I was very careful and showed him that I absolutley not wanted to fight, but he looked at me as I was crazy and then greeted me friendly. I snuffled at him and then backed of a few steps in case he would try to hurt me. He looked at me again and laughed and then he wanted to play with me.
I looked quite confused on him and shaked my head, my muskles hurted and I didn't want to play at all. He seemed to understand me.

I followed him around for a bit, his friendly gestures had made me feel safe in his company and he didn't seem to mind me at all. It was acctually the opposit, he protected me against strangers I didn't feel safe around and this white stag seemed to gain my trust even more.

For all of us on Christmas. Well all meet at the pond and have a party . If any ones interested please let me know.