OOC: off school today with a throat infection of sorts so I figure I'd let my creativity go in writing the next chapter. I probably could have done it better if I wasn't feeling crap, but meh.

Just bumping this for the people who haven't read it yet.

Enjoy!

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When Vipin was informed of the three does findings the next day, he was both relieved and worried. For one, they were safe, but still, another fawn had it's life taken away. It couldn't happen again, so he strictly forbid any deer to be alone during the long nights, especially the young and vunerable.
"Lieka, I want you to stay around the Triangle." He had told her, hoping that some sort of magical solution would reveal itself there to the Queen. As for Twenty-One, he decided, she would take a break and let someone else take over for a while.

And so it was decided, as Ada and Lieka bid farewell and trotted off together towards the birch forest, Twenty-One was left to stand under the Oak with the magpie stag. In the few hours left of the daytime, they planned a burial for the fawn who lost it's life. An orphan, it had seemed to be, since no mother had come forwards to claim her lost child.

When it finally began to grow darker, and the orange glow of sunset hit the Forest, Vipin nodded to Twenty-One. "It grows dark now. You should go and try to rest a little. Make sure you're not alone either!" Alone. The word dawned heavily upon the chocolate-brown doe. She had nearly always slept alone beneath her favourite spot amongst the poppies, being neighbour to a now-deceased Walter. The next closest stag was Quamar though, and the female was positive that he wouldn't mind putting her up for the night. So with her mind set, the doe bowed gracefully to Vipin and set out into the dusk, heading around in the direction of the Ename and towards Quamar's sleeping location.

As she trotted, Twenty-One's mind wandered to a place she had discovered not too long ago in the Birch forest.

my connection speed is crap today T_T i havent been able to get onto the forest all day. i got.. -1- frame per second, switching from 1 to 0... dang it DX

just all peachy keen that i cant get onto the forest when theres nothing else to do. my brother isnt here to entertain me and its like.. midnight.... so gah... what do i do? *twiddles thumbs* what do i do?

*sigh* youd think that since im locked down here in the basement all week, i would at least get some fun out of the forest (not that it really matters... im always on the forest anyway XD) but NO. not today. maybe not even tomorrow. i bet the connection speed is gonna decrease permanently! so then ill NEVER get on the forest without the frickin lag!

and you know what else? the game was just fine until i. got. up. everthings running fine, i wake up and BAM i cant move unless i wait five minutes...

sorry... im a pesimist, or however you spell it. im not very positive right now >>;

so now... i draw.

*EDIT* connection speed is still slow TT____TT

im wondering if it has anything to do with my cat walking over the keyboard to the computer that controls our internet... its hard to explain, but every time she wants to get to the window, she hops up onto the desk and walks all over the keyboard. i turned the moniter on to see that i cant even type anymore. so there must be something wrong with it.

*sigh* ill have to get my dad to try and fix it. otherwise, ill never be able to play TEF again without horrible lag T_T

*EDIT TWO*

nevermind, connection is back to crap. i dont know whats happening... ill have to resort to my dad for this mess. i mean come on, why should I have a fast connection? heaven forbid i would want it for anything >:[ *goes to shred a pillow*

I believe I am going mad. It seems in isolation, the trees have started to speak to me. I often find myself having long arguments with the smaller birches until I snap myself out of it. Does this normally happen to a recluse? Will it stay with me after I have left?

I remember the last conversation I had with a tree... It was about my name. The tree thought it was odd that such a creature as myself would be named 'Vessel'. I myself did not see why it said that until it explained itself. It thought that 'Vessel', which commonly means an empty carrying tool, was probably the worst name that could describe me. I thought to it, 'How do I not seem like an empty being? What is there to fill up my life?'

It responded in saying to me, 'You are filled with potential and determination. You could be so much more, and you realize and strive for it. Vessel cannot be the right name for you.' But obviously, it was contradicting itself. I thought to it, 'Yes, but as a vessel may be empty, that means it can also be filled. Ergo, Vessel is the right name, since I was empty, but now I see that I am filled.'

Oddly enough, the tree accepted my argument, and seemed to nod at me. But soon, I think out of shame of losing the argument, it unleashed a squirrel that followed me for the rest of the evening.

It's strange, really. To find myself talking to a tree, more so to win an argument against one. Will I ever lose an argument to a tree? I think... Maybe it was one of the Twin Gods, giving me more reason to go into the world. That was the first argument to make sense. It showed me that I was not leading an empty life. And that I had made the right decision.

Incase you were wondering where he's been, well I've been bitten by the Smash Bros Brawl bug, it was released here last Thursday and been playing it to death in my spare time, so poor Draak hasn't been in the forest much lately.

Draak: *pouts*

Ehehe...but I've been dying to get this game...

Draak: *pouts*

*sigh* Dont worry I'll get you back into the forest properly soon

Draak: promise?

Yeah ok

Draak:

But yeah, if anyone wants to WiFi I'd be happy to, but only past midnight my time...Yeah its weird I know. It's the weird onpeak off peak thing again...

These days I grow sick, sick of the world, sick of deer...sick of everything. I wish for a curse of loneliness. I wish for anything to get away. I have made a pact to myself. I shall only see who I wish to see, and it is but two.

So long it has been since I have recalled events. They are fuzzy, nothing more than a worthless memory. How I wish they were completely gone. Memories are nothing but ties to the past which are not needed. If I could crack my skull open to remove them I would.

A few days ago I came across a thick group of deer. I decided to say hello, which should have been my first clue as to this being an off day. I never approach groups of deer. Perhaps with my vision cleared of poppy pollen, I grew brave.

Still, I say my proper hello. Still, I think they do not understand my head tilting. I came into your space. What is it you will do next? Stand there. There was lots of confused standing. I hate it when they tilt their heads back. Do something, amuse me. I demand it.

They figured it out and so they danced. It amused me so greatly I joined in for a short time and then quickly grew bored. It is true, magpie pelted deer are dreadfully boring. Even I considered myself a snore. Perhaps that is why I rely on the foolish deer to amuse me.

I quickly shut myself off from the world, casting myself into darkness.

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Then it came again. A want, a pull to the crying idol. Something demanded I go there. I stood, creeping forward and looking about. It was then a ghost of a figure appeared and ran to the other side. I dared not peek at this perfect replica. Something inside me told me it was best to let it be.

Creek is a new character I made. Right now he's still a fawn, but I plan for him to be a stag when he grows up. I've been trying to decide what I want to do with him, though - I definately want to play him differently than I play Quad.

I was considering having him as my more mellow deer (I originally said Quad is occasionally anti-social, maybe Creek can take over this role if I want to be in the Forest but not necessarily dancing or being crazy). I also was trying to decide what set would fit him.

I was definately thinking about the antlers with the red and blue feathers on them, but as for the mask and pelt I don't know what direction to take.

Anyway, if you have any ideas, let me know. Creek is occasionally in the Forest so if you see a fawn with the picto above, then it's me as my new deer.

--update--

I think I have an idea of what I might do with Creek. I didn't take a screenshot of it but I was thinking the green pelt with the pink belly, the curly white antlers, and the "antelope mask" - the one that is flat and looks like a tiki face.

I also wanted to ask everyone what they thought if I also had another character that was a doe? I know it's usually okay for female players to play as male characters, but I wasn't sure if it would creep anyone out if it was the other way around. I don't know a name yet, but her set would probably be similar to Quad's but with the "doe antlers" instead of his Antelope or DotD antlers.

Watch out for Vein! He may just be a fawn, but he's a wild one! He'll either be a bat, or a crazed fawn, running rampant. He sleeps at the bottom of the Ruins stairwell.

Watch your back...





Right now, he's in that stage where he's so cute, you know you wanna poke him, but if you touch him, you'll die ^^;

*snickers*

(i think he has the coolest pictogram ever, mwahaha...if you see a peculiar fawn with a vampire-fanged pictogram, it's probably Vein)

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In other news...watch out:





Okay, now tell me...where can I find a video on this 'shoop da woop' I've heard about? I'm honestly clueless ;_;

While I was in the forest I stubbled across a fawn with one of the most coolest Pictograms I ever seen.....I call him/her Thumbs Up!!! ROTFL





Has anyone esle seen this fawn before? -i wish i had a thumbs up pictogram-

well, heres the index to ALL my stories. i swear, i know this will just keep getting longer and longer XD

Hanging Flowers

Hanging Flowers is a long story about Skokey's past and current life. Much of it deals with his past while the last chapter deal with how he copes with the world today. This story is finally finished

.::Skokey's Fawnhood::.
~Prologue

~Chapter 1
~Chapter 2
~Chapter 3
~Chapter 4
~Chapter 5
~Chapter 6

.::Skokey's Depression::.
~Chapter 7
~Chapter 8
~Chapter 9
~Chapter 10

.::Skokey's Recovery::.
~Chapter 11
~Chapter 12
~Chapter 13
~Chapter 14
~Chapter 15
~Chapter 16

Name: Vein

Nicknames: Vanity, Vain, Giggle

Gender: Stag

Pictogram:

Age: Unknown & Unending...

About him:

A creature hath entered the forest...

His form is that of a dappled young stag, and above his brow, float the betrodden symbol of his kind.



His eyes glance upon you, through you, away. His task is unbeknownst to all but the mammalian beasts flying 'round. His vision, it is lacking. For though the flying beasts that feed upon the fruited vegetations have blessed sight...he is of those that draw dewdrops of the purest, crimson red, iron-thick and oozing down pelts and feathers alike.

Click, clitter, you may hear as he glides through the forest. Do not be tricked by the sound. His hooves...they never grace the ground. The dust from tripping...it is simply an aura twisting 'round his hoovetips, settling him back into the darkened sky, that he shall never see.

The water, it burns him. He nips at the butterflies, those foul little insects. And faes...what are they to him?

They don't deserve to be graced by his elegance, holding his head up high above all others, antlers drawing blood from his back, dripping down his neck, his legs, onto the wet dewen grass below him.

"The ladies all fall before the Vanity..." he speaks...