Anticipating the funeral-- hoping all will go well.

Sitting by the Crying Idol alone
Only the silent forest is heard
And the sleek waterfall ahead
Her body is close to the Earth, hugging its warm soil,
But her mind is far off.... to places uknown and... well...
who knows?

The...the internet here is amazing.
8DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
I FRIKKING LOVE MY GRANDPARENTS HOUSE
I still can't get into the Forest, but I can acess everything else. I'm working on more art, pondering what to draw for Lieka, and getting my new doe ready for her big debut. n.n
NOW
Now tell me again how awesome the Joker is because if he's awesome enough I'll...watch it.
IT WILL TAKE TIME BUT I CAN DO IT.
-scream-
[edit]
ITS WORKING
AH
AH
AH
AH
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Something's wrong with my grandmother. O.O My mom and her husband are going to the hospital right now to see what they can do. I'm a little...freaked out. And understand that I laugh under stress.
D:

I'm speaking to you...



I'm lucky that I didn't know you were there until later...for this mask could not hide the redness of my face.

I stare out into the world, fog-born and ghostly, like I. Is this my realm? Is this from whence I was born? I shiver, watch a stray ray of sunlight pass through the mist, see the little dewdrops, microscopic, floating about me.

I have cladden myself in ghostly wares.

My pelt is that of a fae long passed, who chose to end her life to pursue things we deer could never dream of.

My mask is of a self I used to be, more naïve, more hopeful to be normal.

My antlers are the key to my freedom, but they have instead locked me in place.

And you...

They've locked me in this cage...so that I may never be with you...

"To crush is to be crushed,"

So the bats said.

...

I wander.

I wait.

I don't hope.

But that's a lie.

...

Best regards,
~ Anzel

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Don't mind Anzel, she felt like rambling...

Her costume change was partially to match the weather, and partially because she's always kind-of liked the Secretary Pelt, the legs, specifically. And she's wearing a hand mask, even if you can't see it.

Also, I'm kind-of stressed because my connection's very unstable right now, and I can't tell when it is or isn't connected. UGH.

*giggles* For fun, I checked how my computer was doing. About 1k download speed, normal...upload speed, 11 kbps, very slow...ping...1665. o____o; You won't be seeing me in the forest for a little while today XD; Heh. Oh well.

Rubbing against a tree multiple times; Not trying to get a spell, just got an itch or something. I often follow this up with Spar+Yes/No, to show rubbing velvet off my antlers (if I have any at the time).
I'm not attacking the tree, as a deer I was with just now thought.
(Redkora? Is that the name?)

EDIT: I'm bumping this, because people are still being confused at me, and I thhink the post got buried.

Sadness a feeling so great... I noticed while sleeping Emive in red so I ran to her and seeing her sadness while sleeping got the coat closest to the red one and slept by her with red flowers and a red lined coat as my display for ill mourn for her friend with her. For I am now a doe with antlers and coats...
But then I figured out how to change my coat to red by walking through the statue

Then Emiva dissapeared so I just sat ther waiting for her return... Then another buck came in with red and we both sat there...Then he got up and left



I was alone and another red buck came and layed down...
And then my snow fire pack friend called Fallen came and layed down as well...
-cricket-
then another buck came and a fawn...Fallen traveled to the ruins but i waited for emiva to come back...




Then I got up and headed for the ruins....

I came back and layed down by the crying waterfall still in red when a doe came up looking like Emiva and sat down looking at me and i was just siting there waiting for emiva...
Then it left and a buck came with big antlers....

I accidentally dozed off for awhile and when I woke Emiva was there i gave an honered and apologizeing bow and layed down and then she dissapeared again...



I saw her again and layed down and dozed off next to her lol when i woke she was sleeping there I really hope i make it to the endless forest funeral....




And later on that pracitally now night I was tired:





And Then I went to a Line in dance at the playground:

Hey there fellow deer,
Just wanted to comment on the massive battle going on in my head right now.
I always intended to be a fawn forever.
But...
Since my stag-day, I havn't changed back yet. >> <<

I think I'll stay a stag a while. I love the idea of being a perma-fawn, but surely it's not unreasonable to enjoy adulthood just a little longer...?

If I ever say I'm not going to revert to fawnhood, please shout at me. And quote this entry.

And now a letter:

Dear Witcher,

I would like to thank you for being a brilliant friend during all my time in the Forest. You've been like a father-figure to me, and I'd like to give you a HUGE nuzzle-letter. ..this is it.

Also, d'you mind if you're in the comic that me and Liëka are doing?

-Wolf

Loneliness:;.~

I feel this emotion very often now.

Today I awoke to a sunny Forest. I thanked the Gods for the quick weather change as my brother and Xylia gave me scrutinizing looks for saying so. They were apparently distraught that the Forest was normal, so I went in myself. I unwaveringly went to the Twin Gods’ statues to pray and thank them, and I found my hooves taking me towards the Sunbeam.

Now, I had never known Run. I knew she was a great person in mind and body.

I bowed in the deepest of respects and lay there for minutes as I listened to the sounds of birds; not wolves. Is this how death felt? If I died, would people mourn me every day? … Most likely not, ‘fore none know me well. How would I die? Would my father kill me, like he murdered my mother? Would the pain be quick, or would it linger as I faded? Would there even be pain…?

I cannot think about death yet. I am too young.

I walked to the Idol and was greeted by my brother, the one called Swallowtail, and the one called Rutilus. Swallowtail was a very quiet doe, never really speaking out. I thought her like me and surveyed Rutilus, a golden stag like my love. He was kind and made me feel welcome in the tiny little group. We pranced around for a bit before he looked at me with bright blue eyes, bowed, and left.

After he left, I felt loneliness clench my heart, and my brother and Swallowtail left too. I curled up around the ever-crying Idol to ponder life… And to ponder death.

Best Regards,

Aspen;;

Join us for THE ENDLESS FOREST FUNERAL for Angela Jury today.

Anybody can attend, and I would really appreciate it if some people would. Angela Jury would have loved endless forest, and her family misses her so so terribly much...
~
We will begin at abruptly that time, so be ready. We will start out at the CRYING IDOL. Please turn yourself Red, in honor of Angela's favorite color.

When it is time, I will stand up and bow down to you, and wait for a couple of seconds to let you know to get up as well. When we are to leave, I will begin to walk to the RUINS, and then break out into a run. We will arrive at the Ruins Graveyard where we will sit for 10 minutes. After that, I will bow down to signal that the funeral is over.


Thank you to all who attends... It really means a lot to me, and her family.

Emiva

i've been playing endless forest for awhile now but i JUST relised that F1 ~ F12 did stuff!!

now i know how deer can dance then flick to one of the emotions and back so quickly, and to things like...well alot of other stuff!

im feel so stupid i didnt notice before

can someone tell me what each one does (because sometimes they dont work) and maybe tell me i some keyboard commands i might not now hehe

i hope im not the only one in the forest that didnt know~

<=To chapter 1 * To chapter 3=>

Author's Notes: Whew. Already chapter 2. I'm on a roll. XD Though if this pace suddenly slows down, it's cuz this isn't normal for me. Heck, I have fanfics I haven't updated in a few years. ^^; But you're not here to hear about that. So, here's

Origins
Chapter 2
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He was alone. No other deer from the herd in sight.

Frankly, he was beginning to like it that way.

A sigh.

…ok, so he didn’t like it.

His mother hoped he didn’t take notice of the stares and whispers, but truthfully, he did. And every one of them hurt.

Especially when he’d tried to join the conversation.

He winced at thinking of the reactions he’d gotten when saying his dad was bright red, and called the Crimson Drifter because of it.

The other fawns had laughed, calling him names he tried to block out.

“Flat-faced freak” being the most memorable. What had they meant by that anyway? Deer didn’t have flat faces? Sure, everyone else in the herd had faces that were long and ended in narrow snouts, but was having a face not like that really so strange?

He gazed at his reflection in the waters of the calm brook. His face, so different, stared back at him sadly.

“There must be deer like me out there somewhere…” he mumbled to himself.

“Oh, but there are.”

His head shot up.

“Who said that?!”

No answer. Just the buzzing of the blue dragonflies zipping by as they caught their meals. One flew close to his ear, causing it to twitch, trying to bat it away. He shook his head in irritation, the buzzing making his ear itch.

“I did.”

Gray eyes widened. It was louder this time.

He frantically turned his head this way and that, but there was no one else in sight.

The dragonfly continued to buzz in his ear, actually landing on it.