As I awoke I could sense that there weren't many deer in the forest this day. It was painfully quiet. Stretching my lungs, I let loose with a bellow. But still, it comes out as a fawn's cry! How embarassing!

Atleast I can run properly. I test my legs as I run from one landmark to another, happily soaking in the sights and sounds. But, I can only do this for so long before becoming bored. Always mischievious, I decide to give some sleeping deer a surprise. As I had seen other deer do before me, I happily chomped down a pinecone and relished in the magic it gave me. Finally, I found a suitable victim. A sleeping stag. I happily changed his antlers from stubby bumps to golden trumpets. Easily enough fixed when he awoke. No harm done.

Prancing away, I found a fairy ring. I had heard that sleeping in one could give even more magic, so I curled up. It took awhile to get to sleep, but it wasn't any trouble. Finally, a truly impish magic!

Soon enough I came upon a pair of stags walking together. We exchanged curtious bows before I cast the spell. The plainer of the pair quickly changed to a small animal! A laughed, but the other stag seemed upset. He reared up and I fled. Surely it was anything too difficult to fix, was it?

Un comfortable with said encounter, I found a safe spot near the twin idols to rest. As I drifted off I wondered if I'd ever see them come to life like some of the other stags talked about...

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This little guy is brand new and ready for adventure! I hope that everyone welcomes him to the forest with open hearts. I'll have a picture of him up sooner or later! Till next time, may the twin gods watch over you all.

April 13, 2009
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The dappled stag sat atop the hill, almost motionless. Leaves fell around him. Squirrels scurried past his feet. A few birds chirped and quarreled and hopped among the branches of his antlers. A faint breeze blew the grass in gentle waves.

But he didn’t move.

I only took a few just now, and I'm not in the mood to caption them. I'm sorry, but it's not fair when your dad and one of your friends start fighting and you don't know who to help. It really hurts that every time I see Walter on, someone's always there stomping their hooves and making angry gestures at him. I'm afraid that one day I'll log on here and see this, but for real.

And I'm sorry to Laruna, Quamar, and everyone else who saw me get sad and angry. I hate having to pick sides, especially when it's a friend versus a family member.

Well I recently just messed up everything with the person I love the most in my whole life >.< Severly depressed and can't stop crying about him xD I miss him more than anything, and I love him so much D':
Sorry I just thought I'd complain about my life a bit I havent been in the forest much lately cos I've been really busy And my poor horsey is showing signs of going lame/getting laminatic! D: Which isn't good cos she's quite old Ahh well - all in all I'm pretty "BLEH<'3" atm
love you aaaallll (: xx

why doth TEF have so many websides?
i mean doth TEF need all of them?
i know it's fun to have many webs but i think they are to many!
like Oshilene but i like it!
i am not angry or sad that they are many!
but if someone know why post a coment!

I'm here? I hope you are too! <3

Im going to be in the forest till 7 your time <3

I don't know the next time I'll be able to be here.

Was only gonna be put on Dannii's forum but...I thought eh might as well put it here.
Just what Corvus is thinking at the moment.

[=#000033] A beluga pelted stag sat in the ruins, he was settled in a corner next to the altar like stone structure. It was his little spot where he usually sat and slept to get away from everyone. His Magpie mask sat at his front hooves, revealing his severely cut face caused by that previous fight with Mr Red. The stag was lost in thought. He now wasnt sure what to do, he loved his sister but at the same time despised Mr Red the one she loved. There was nothing he could say to himself to make himself tolerate Mr Red. He wished he could, he knew he was causing Leara hurt by arguing with Mr Red and he was certain that Mr Red was causing her pain by arguing back at him.
Corvus knew that Mr Red had a reputation of not harming does, he didnt hurt Cirrus in any way when she would play with him in the forest. But the amount of time that Leara was spending with Mr Red was worrying him, he wondered how much of an imprint he was leaving on his sister. He worried that the old Leara would dissappear and be replaced by an absent minded, foul mouthed being. He didnt want to lose Leara.
He knew Mr Red was leaving something...she never used to curse and now she did, he fretted it could be the start of something and could feel the anger rising in him again. He wished Mr Red would just disappear and things would go back to the way they used to be. Mr Red free. But if Mr Red left then Leara wouldn't be happy. He snorted and frowned, he also didnt want to upset Leara more by telling her that he truely wanted Mr Red gone.

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