He was there. He was always there. Why was he always there? That's something Clock wanted to know.

Every day, the same stag, the same grave. A smaller, tan-pelted deer, sitting at a poorly placed grave on the side of the Ruins. That grave hadn't been there for too long. The stag never said anything. Never even made a sound. No one ever talked to him. And he didn't talk to anyone. He just sat there.

Clock could sense that the tan stag was always thinking. He had the right look on his face, the same pensive look in his odd eyes. Even from a distance it was clear. Clock badly wanted to go up an ask why he sat there, who was buried there, and what he was thinking about. Thankfully, Clock knew better.

He eventually decided to leave well enough alone. And by that time, the stag stopped visiting the grave. It was strange. Clock felt strange. Why did he seem so important to him? Maybe he would find out soon.

Clock picked his way to the Twin Gods hill. It took a little time, since he was so achy from a recent beating, but he eventually got to the top. The two statues sat in their places, overlooking the forest on possibly the highest point in the area. They were very well placed. The brown teen sat himself down infront of the statue. He was still young. His pelt, though still a little light, was almost fully grown in. His antlers were still small, but they started to take a little shape. And he never decided on a mask, if any.

Thankfully, Stopwatch or his friends weren't around, so he could rest easy. If he knew he would have to go through this kind of fawn hood, he would've run away a long time ago. His family didn't seem to care at all, and his brother had no regard for maturity. Once he could live on his own, he could finally get away from all that. Maybe then his parents will know how to miss him once he's not there.

I haven't wrote here for some time so I thought I would update you about what Dynamite has been doing these days...

Most of the time I've wandered around with my mother, Nala and we spent a lot of time at the cementery.
One day a met Lemon and she has grown up to a doe now. It makes me feel small, among my friends i'm the only one who's still a little fawn. These days haven't be different from my other days in the forest, I've run around on my own, slept and played in the pond.

Here are some pictures of what I've been doing these days:

My first day away.. my, what a cute place this is, so much to see and learn. I've been looking for a fawn love of mine somewhere. I have searched and called out for her but no luck.

Meet many other deer, what a kind bunch they are. Picked up some flowers.. I wish I had pretty antlers to show them off with.. I'll grow up big and strong one day.

I'm tired now.. I think I'll go to sleep..

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[=white]If you thought the plains you know were the only land, you might be surprised by what I'm about to say. I'm not from this forest, neither am I from those surrounding it. I am not a traveler, neither am I on an adventure. I'm sure you haven't seen any deer like me before.
Another dimension is what I'll tell you about. We, us, we often refer to it as Hell, for lack of a better name. When I look around here, I learn more about my own world. I lived in a mirror. Now I know this, I learned to call my home Mirror. Even though I can't say which one of these lands is the mirror. Why Hell? Because it is. Our lands are rough, it rains constantly and the sun barely ever breaks through. When it does, it's harsh and dry, and we'll most likely flee to one of the few, big tree's. Rocks own the land, I've never seen as many tree's as I do in this forest.
Velocity rules above us. As I've heard, the deer here call him the Big Zombie Deer. We knew he once in a while traveled to another dimension, where we were not allowed. Within our "community", we had herds. Some big, some small. But most of then were in a battle, fighting forever, endlessly. I joined the herd of my beloved, although I never really made an impression.
The biggest difference between this forest and the one I knew, was that it was ending. Our forest, had an end, and we all feared it. Even though our lives were harsh: No love, and the rare deer who could were put aside. A harsh climate, rivaling herds, and I can go on like that. Our forest was going to end. How, or when, we didn't know.
I heard their herd talking about escaping. They knew Velocity could, so why wouldn't they. I hoped Gehirn, my beloved, would bring me along.

Hi, when I come back (Vala) is there a sweet deer that will help me to get my pelt mask and antlers back .................... THX

im lonly. well rue-u is. and there is only 2 other people in there. come play. rue-u wants to play

The screenshots were beginning to pile up since I was feeling unmotivated to write up an entry and post them. XD; But I'll do that now before it gets out of hand.

15th:
Spade awoke, not feeling like walking around or doing much. He decided to sit next to the small poppy patch by the purple flowers he sleeps in. His observation of the area was interrupted by Ephra and Terrant. He was unsure how to react to the two, but it seemed Terrant was just as unsure. I'd heard he was a bit skittish. After bowing, Spade just stood and watched the two of them, and eventually Terrant got close enough to sniff. The ice seemed to be broken, and the three bounded around in circles, dodging the trees.
They even got Spade to loosen up and be silly.


This has been called the "Vortex Tree".

Normally I'd just call it some tree antics, but I think I have to agree, because whenever deer approached...

They'd get sucked into joining..



The group slowly faded out after that.

16th:
Later that night, I was bored. So I sent in Toefat for a little mischief.
I think he's found a hobby - creating clones of himself out of sleeping deer.

WinterLeaf wandered the birch forest no longer feeling welcome in on the other half. Listening to the sounds of his hooves on the dry leaves made him think about how much he has grown in the past few months.

Then he started to wonder if he was missed or known for that matter.
"I'm Just Depressed" He shook the thought away at once." Does she miss me? I havn't heard from her in a while.

He continued to walk, not paying attension to where he was going until he started to feel very sick, "Oh Gods!" He was at the color bowl, the huge amount of flowers in one place made winterleafs stomach turn.

He Turned and backtracked to the rocks, not on top of them of coarse but on the bottom. It was to hot to sit on top.

He felt so lonely and seemed to not be unable to do any thing right for the few past days. "Whats wrong with me?"


I myself have felt crappy for the few pass days, my mother is chewing my ass off. I cant afford school anylonger, my work won't let me work, and I feel...neglected both here and on the forest as well. needless to say my mood has effected winterleaf too.