My deer, Kry, is waiting by the Gods' statue for some help getting a pelt/antlers/mask.

I would like, if possible:

-Blue starry pelt
-Real deer mask
-Doe antlers

Thanks, to whoever helps!

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I don't know if I'll be able to finish it, it took me all day just to do this and nothing's even happened yet. xD

The Endless Forest was not always such. Once, long ages ago, life and death played out the dance of existence as in any other wood. Now this is not to say it was as any normal forest, for it was a place of great tranquility and balance. Even humans recognized it's peaceful nature, retreating there from the turmoil of civilization to live in simplicity and contemplation. Under the leaves they built a monastery of stone and timber in which to live and worship the God that had blessed them with the discovery of such an Eden.

All of this was watched with great anticipation by the other inhabitants of the wood. The animals of the wood did not know what to make of the new-comers. Eventually learning of the carnivorous nature of the upright beasts, they fled their presence and skirted the monastery with uneasy steps.

Largest and most respected of creatures were the woodland deer, who ran through the trees in great herds. At the head of each herd was a great and mighty deer spirit, benevolent and protective they watched the workings of all within the forest. These spirits, being both powerful and wise, were charged with the sacred duty of guiding their herds through life. When the time came for a deer to die, either by the hunt or the failings of age, it was also the duty of the spirits to take their deer to the final rest.

Whats with all the fighting thats going on today? I dont understand D:
And the dead fawn? I really dont feel like being killed while im playing around >:

((I'm really sorry about posting so much today. How much do you guys post per day, so I can match that? >>'))

I am a fool. I let my emotions take me away. I am a complete and utter fool.

I let my emotions take away my one love: that of fawns. I let my feelings make me hide from them. They made me run, they made me panic. They will not do it again.

It took a fawn to bring me back. A fawn's persistence...I thank you. You snapped me from my irrational fear, made me see that the Gods need somebody to cleanse the forest. I romped with you, conquered my fears. You made my reality come back. Dear fawn, I will do whatever it takes to cleanse this forest...for you. You and the Gods. When you left, I was sorry to see you go. Someday, I will find you again, fawn.

After you left, fawn, I knew my mission. There had been a dark presence in the Forest for awhile now. I heard war bellows, saw and heard deer. I followed.

However, there was one thing to do first...

Little fawn-ghost. I am sorry. I am afraid of you no longer. Though you are a ghost, you are still a fawn. I will protect you at all costs, little fawn. I swear. That is why I had to find you, one last time. Why I had to apologize. I hope you understand the foolishness of an old deer. Somehow, I know you will...

I followed the trail. It wasn't very hard to see. Crushed grass, scrapes in the earth, so much anger. And blood...Blood. Then I saw it. That deer. The darkness hit me like a wall. I gasped for breath under its pressure. I succumbed...

"You won't hurt her! Not again! I'll kill you, beast! Kill you..."
"...but perhaps you're already dead..."

[=10][=lightblue]Days grow longer in the days of summer, and nights shorter. Darkness is far less overwhelming. Sorrow is less common.
But recent times have pushed summer's regular habits away. The days are dark, the heavens weep, and Death hangs over the Forest like an ominous storm. Death has struck the Forest.

I wandered alone this dark day, rumours of murder ringing inside my mind along with the sorrowful and angered murmerings of the lost...And yet the Forest seemed less filled with spirits and souls today, as though something or someone had driven them out. I cannot sense nor see every spirit in the Forest - if I could, I'm sure I would have gone insane long before now. But still, the whispers were faint, the strength of their presence dulled. It was a blessing, but I was certain there would be consquences for the odd serenity that enveloped me.

I was not wrong. It seemed that while I had slept by my own grave, two friends of mine had encountered someone they never thought they'd meet.
My father, Rak Adrokus.
He'd made himself corporeal.
My mother, Laurel Adrokus, had done the same. However, both Silvery and Cirrus had met Rak - only Cirrus had spoken to my mother. Cirrus told me that Mother had fled after muttering something about my father. This is understandable - if Rak had come across my mother, I doubt he would have retained the sanity he has left.
Rak made my life similar to Hell once upon a time, but he had and still has his reasons for doing so. I destroyed almost every reason he had for living. I took her from him. And so he took his revenge for most of my life...But he was never a naturally cruel person. Truth be told, my father is reasonably friendly -- if slightly aggressive -- around anyone but myself, and my close friends.

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Awareness, as always with me, dawns with a certain geological slowness. Sometimes things cannot be communicated but for the whispering of leaves. Perhaps some things are better off that way, tragedies better left to be slowly eroded away, like the shore before the tide. Perhaps. I'm still not entirely sure I understand it -- and even then, I'm not sure I know what "it" is: do I mean the death of the fawn (not one I knew, nor an event I saw, but the weight of which hits me and makes me long either for ignorance or knowledge, though I'm not sure I'd be happy with either), the reactions to it, or the reasons behind it, spiraling in foaming madness? Or is it something more -- less what it was, something that touches me only periferially, some great sad thing in the shape of a death-pale fawn, and more what it means....

What does it mean to be endless? I thought I knew once. I thought it meant being, like a stone or a drop of water, unchanging and everlasting. And then I thought it was to be like the night sky, so without end that no heart can hold it. I've watched some of the more volitile reactions to this that I've seen, full of rage that seems oddly alien in the rain. I, like many, have seen that poor little shade and, at last, knew it for what it was and is. I offered it my apologies, for what little they were worth, and a nuzzle or two. I looked into those pale, sad eyes and I knew something: I knew what endlessness is.

To be endless is to be the prayer of the blush of summer; To be endless is to be a lie told by the most ephemeral of flowers; To be endless in not even to be the darkness before life or after it, those great caves in which this moment is but a small reprieve of fresh air and light. To be endless is to have never been at all. The only thing that is endless is endlessness itself. Not our forest. Not us.

Im linking to play this game soo much . its calm and people are soo nice ^^ I hope u guys like my little fawn too .

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We just got back from b'ham, but we recently found out that my grandfather, who was diagnosed with level 4 paincriatic(sp?) cancer's chemo stopped working. Sure, he can find a new one, but this means he will have to switch every few months and thats simply impossible to do...he probably has about 6 months to live says my mom. I love him to death and I'm not ready for him to go.