Feed Me!
Adopted from Valenth

Okay...This time-zone thing is confusing me.
What time will the abio start in Vancouver, BC, Canada?
I really want to be there since i've missed 4 abios. (I think)

My first year in the forest.

I joined just before my first abiogenesis, around May, when I took my first screen shot I kept:

Check out those terrible graphics. I was running TEF on a computer under the system requirements.

Some more of that Abio:










Left for a while for IRL stuff. Came back, went through deer puberty.

Found a warm place

I dont know what his username is, but he is very sweet. Be nice to him!!! I go to school with him. He is adorable and thoughtful and caring and all those wonderous things. Please be kind to him as he deserves that respect. He is thinking of calling himself Mr.Man, but I do NOT second that emotion (JK I know it's supposed to be motion) So please be kind to him in the forest. I will be watching over him like a hawk. If you come at him, I come at you.

warning.... THERE ARE A LOT. so give your computer some time to breathe if its slow XD

Faytha:




sheesh, lookit that! masks can really look different upclose....





Vessel:

be prepared, the Noh mask is REALLY WEIRD XD




SERIOUSLY. it looks like an old monkey XD





Clock:

and all his personalities XD







eyes......... <3

Okay, so this weir guy added me to his msn a loong time ago, and since then he's been asking me intensivly where I live, an now he said I ahve beautiful hair, an beautiful eyes an he keeps telling me I'm sexy, but I don't even know the guy? He sais he lives in a city that's a few miles away from me, but I don't know if he's telling the truth, unfortunatly, I think he knows where I live. Now my big question is, should I bee worried about this creep? O.o

Larr's dragon egg hatched and a baby dragon came out..



Larr : ' awwww baby dragon !! '

Dragon : ' [squawk squawk] watch it Larr.. [squawk..] '

PRONOUNCED: darr-ZHEE-ling
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I am a forgotten Daughter. Birthed into a tale woven of happiness, I am the dark thread that sullies the face of the tapestry.
Thus, I find myself here, alone, without companion in a place of what many call refuge.
My name is Darjeeling. And heartache becomes me, suits me, completes me--this is my past, present, and future.
I flourish in solitude. Though I seek out friendship, I find none, by the whims of chance. I am a specter in the forest, a wisp of apparition that appears to those who would not find me.
Track my invisible footprints, hear my song shadowed by the cacophony of the wood, dwindle on the edge of twilight, dance beneath the treetops--perhaps then feel my presence at your back, welcoming you and at the same time relinquishing myself to the enigmatic. Those who seek me are a comfort, those who find me are a blessing.
This is my heartsong and greatest plea; discover me and end my suffering.


Darjeeling will have her own tales to tell of her times in the forest. Though she is still a fawn, she has already seen her share of pain in the world.
At first, I thought of making her character timid and kindhearted, though this was not an accurate reflection of my own feelings. I love the lushness of this RPG, how it weaves its own tales and inspires new ones in one congruent motion. So Darjeeling became what people call me--a mystery wrapped in an enigma. Though her character deviates from me in the aspect that she considers herself utterly alone, her story is still reminiscent of past events in my own life.

I don't have any pictures for you, today. I'd like to spend some time, rather than simply recanting the events of the day, to pen my actual thoughts.

I haven't seen the Phantom for a few days. I did see him on the 1st day of the new era, though. We traveled through the forest in the usual way, and I didn't, at first, suspect that there would be anything unusual about our meeting. I can't remember exactly how it happened, but somehow, we found ourselves in the middle of a rather large group of deer, in the playground. There were probably four or five deer running about -- not a large number to some of the older members of the forest, but large enough for two socially-awkward and loner-type individuals, wouldn't you agree? In any case, I watched him from the corner of my eye, partially amused and partially horrified. How would he react to being in such close quarters with so many other deer?

He leap't onto one of the tallest rocks, watching the other deer with a wary eye. Much to my relief, most of the deer seemed uninterested. There was one deer, of course, who wanted to make a friend out of the phantom. I, of all deer, knew that this was nearly an impossible task. But I didn't stop him, like I did the fawn. Instead, I watched. The phantom seemed jumpy, as if he expected the other stag to suddenly lash out. I shrunk back a little, feeding off of the phantom's insecurity.