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Memento Mori [Biography of FurFur]

In life…
I was known as Seshi.

Carefree was an understatement, I was careless. No task was too hard to handle and the forest was good to me. The long nights were spent frolicking with others and dancing under the fireflies. It was the best of times, but no one can live forever. I had made my peace and wished the best to my friends and herd. They seemed to understand and bid me farewell when I was too weak to continue on. I laid with the Twin Gods and slowly felt myself drifting away. Except..I thought there was supposed to be an “away”.



FOUND A NEW FRIEND I HOPE?

I was fallowing this deer and we were with a bunch of other deer too. Then i had to leave and they were fallowing me. Im sorry i had to leave. If you know who this is comment on my blog. and lets be friends. Smiling

How old do you have too become an adult?

How old do you have to be to become an adult in the forest? I dont remember other dears have told me a long time ago, but i cant ever seem to remember it would relly help. THANKS

How do you keep the pelt which people give you on the forest?

How do you keep the pelt which people give you in the forest? I dont know how to keep it. And some i like alot.
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Ookani's Adoptables

I caved. I have a few critters from a couple sites, and before now haven't had anywhere to put them.
tadah!
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Questions?.....XD

(since the last one I made just kinda exploded I made a new one in case anyone wants to ask Safear some questions......you know you want to. X3)

Safear
http://endlessforest.org/community/safears-bio-and-updates
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<*> Let's have an Interview <*> (Ask my Deer Questions!)

Well, I've seen everyone else doing it so I decided I'd go ahead and throw something like this up as well for anyone who is curious about the deer I have created. Feel free to ask anything, and the deer you are asking will answer as truthfully as possible (Or to the best of their abilities anyway lol) So then, you can do this however you want. Maybe have one of your own deer asking a question to someone, or have yourself asking it. It's all up to you! Anyway here we go! I will update this likely with questions Asked and answers so it'll be kinda like a FAQ sorta thing for my deer :3

Links to Bios included in case anyone wishes to go study before they ask their question. There is no limit on how many questions you can ask anyone on here so go wild if you wish!
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Kita's Deer Status - RIP Kita

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xvii

[=10]Ignore the formatting; I wrote it on Notepad soooo. :T I just felt like writing and I chose Taku for my subject because the poor guy is undoubtedly the least known/appreciated of my characters. Even after this I don't think he'll be as loved as the others but that's probably my fault because it has like no plot. It's just ..crap yeah kflds. Takumi-san I love you though D> I'm sorry to have to present your actual life to everyone but it's truueeee... poor kid, no one knows this side of him. Except me. Such a deep character but I never talk about him and I'm not sure why. I feel like he's a secret. (For the record, 7 is my least favorite number, as is 17; Taku's age. XVII is it's roman numeral. You'll see~)

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Rivets cascaded across the pond's surface as his slender,
pale fingers dipped inside it. The light pressure of the
water was inevitable once he pressed his palms together to
scrub away at his skin until it was nearly pink from raw
nudity after being exposed to such frigid temperatures.
From the looks of it, he was cleansing himself to the point
of purity, but his tense face proved otherwise with taught
lips pressed into a line, coal eyes dead and alive with
concentration pinned on his task at hand. The foreign male's
ebony brows furrowed together at the sight of select,
familiar patterns of gold, orange and white flickering
towards and away from his hands as the symbolism it gave to
his swimming mind would not budge for a long while. It kept
him in a fowl sort of mood to think that, had the koi been
in the humanistic form of his friends and family, there would
still be only half that loved him as a true and a live,
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