Hi! I'm kinda new and kinda old here.
A lot of you may have seen me running around in the forest before, but I didn't really find interest in the community site until now. I didn't realize you could log in here and actually talk to everyone! I just thought I'd never really want to talk to anyone anyway, but I think it's going to make things better for me in the forest to have some friends.
Anyway, I just joined the rut with my doe Talor... maybe I'll get my stag Husky to join in too.

Also, it's nice to know who all these deer belong to! xD

Ok I need to make this quick before my internet fails me again.
I havent been able to get on here for some reason, and the forest is no longer working. I havent had much trouble getting on other sites. Im not sure when I'll be on again. Hopefully my computer will stop being a butt!

I havent forgotten about you guys! Never!
But for now I will be away.

Love ya'll!!! <3

Yesterday Far Star saw huge dandelions in the Forest, this screenshot doesn't show how giant it all was looking but better than no picture at all. Today all huge flora and fauna have disappeared.. mystery or glitch it was fun to frolic among large petals..

Energy: 80% <- mostly preserved, has been more at rest than in action.
Success confidence: 65% <- Rut season getting late, still no does. Now resorting to challenging other stags in their land and enticing their does.

Land: The lowland between the playground and twin statues.
Does Courted: 0? If any, it's hard to tell.
Spars: 2

he would like to try out his newly grown antler's so if any one ethier in the rut or not would like to spare with him he'll be more then willing to this is what he look's like (his the ocra pelted one the doe next to him is his sister Leea)

his picto look's like this

Sorry I had to get off so suddenly after we started playing! I have a doctor's appointment and I'm not sure when I'll be back on, but I will be on later.
I only pawed the ground and bowed because I thought my mom just wanted me to help her with something, but then she told me about my appointment. Thanks for playing with Aleit today though! 8D

Tera,

Signed on as Seshamsut and helped you get your set back-- said I'd brb-- I accidently uninstalled TEF when I logged out. XD So I'm waiting for a bit for my mom to use "System Restore" on my computer when she gets back. What an idiot. XDDD

Sorry EEEPP.
And are you not able to keep your sets anymore is that it?

Name: Coraa
Gender: Doe
Age: 2 years
Species: White Tail deer
Status: Content

Coraa is a semi-realistic deer, and I will play her most often when the Herd assembles, or possibly during the next Rut.

She is friendly, but quiet and possibly a little reluctant to join in very energetic games. She has no extreme fear of stags but gravitates towards other does by instinct.

The half muffled, clanking sound of metal cutting into soil and stone scratches at the air near a great cathedral, within a cemetery barely a dozen meters away. Under a crescent moon, the grave keeper digs with the precision of an old artist. He was a tall specimen, a hair taller than seven feet despite his clear age. He was thin, almost to the point of looking completely malnourished, though his arms still retained the muscle of a fighter, and his eyes carried the spirit to match. His long, unkept black hair hung partially over his face, halfway hiding his red eyes and heavily scarred face, and draped carelessly over his back. He wears a suit that seems to once have been formal, though now exists in patchwork and rips, and stains from the dirt. The former feeling his suit tries to give off is further marred by the heavy metal-soled boots he wore. Below his chin and down his neck is evidence of former attempts on his life, scars that could only have come from knifepoint. Holstered in a pocket, he carries a standard pistol.

He fills the shovel with one last scoop of soil and flings it out of the six foot deep pit, then places it on the grassy earth still unturned beside him. With some difficulty only brought on by age, he pulls himself out, and sits down on the grass. With one muddied arm, he wipes the sweat off his brow and flashes a satisfied grin. "Well Mr. Smith, you'll sleep well in your grave tomorrow." he rasps, voice evidencing some damage. The wind blows his hair from his face, carrying dry brown leaves off the branches of the nearby trees. The sound of footsteps soon catches his attention. No ghost would make such a sound... but another person would. He comes to a stand, grits his teeth and unholsters his pistol, aiming toward the sound. "Who's over there? Speak up before I need to dig a second hole!" he demands, straining to see in the dark.

(ooc: Yes I'll be using humandeer Darkweaver for this one. XD)