Pictograms spread.

Mwahaha.

I shall be lurking >:3

EDIT: Okay, so I only got 4 pictograms to spread, and 1's a fake picto, and 1's a clone...but hey, I see 21 :3

EDIT 2: Okay, if you see me, I'll be a plain deer with purple flowers.

I FORGOT HOW TO WATERWALK.

;_; I feel so stupid.

I can't figure out how to get unique bodies or horns or masks. I kissed the tree and ate the acorns and rubbed the flower patch, but when I tried to exchange, I never got anything! I got a cool pair of horns once, but they disappeared suddenly. Help?

These are a few screenshots that my human has taken during my time i have spent in this peaceful forest. =3 i hope you find them as interesting as i did. If you do reconise yourself, please leave a comment, i would like to know who you are ^^



When i found the Idols, they tried to eat me D:



Meeting up with my good friend Reetno, you never know whats going to happen! we spelled each other into frogs that time.



My Favorite spot in the forest ^-^



Meeting Darcy and Witcher for the first time was fun. I was amazed at Darcys skills with sitting on stuffs!



So many Adults! i have to admit i felt scared. i cant recall why, but i did.



Reetno? did you run into a tree AGAIN? hehe...



..... i have no comment.



This was alittle scary... >.< i was kinda freaked out.



hehe Reetno! i stole your mask! xD

It was morning. A fresh, crisp dew gently hung over the grass. The sun rose over the trees ever-so-slowly. A warm, honey-colored light shown through the green canopy above. The birds were chirping, the squirrels were chattering. A lot of them seemed to be gathered at one place, though.

A stag had found his way to the outskirts of the Birch Forest. The squirrels and birds had been fluttering about him all morning. He moved his thin frame through the tall, tickling grass. His tan pelt blended in with the white trees, except for the single, thick red stripe squiggling across it.

He turned his drawn, expressionless face to the right, and spotted an old doe. She was easily spotted by the orange-red patterns on her pelt. She was being followed closely by a fawn. The fawn seemed to have an aire of curiousity and wonder of the tall birches, turning her head this was and that.

The doe weakly approached the stag. She came close, and gave him a light nuzzle. She mumbled a very quiet "thank you", and slowly made her way away from him. The stag looked on in sadness. He watched her as she stumbled upon the hidden rocks, her creaking frame just about ready to collapse.

It's too late, the stag thought. He will never make it in time.

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Skokey awoke before Fenqua. He looked at her, waiting for her to wake up. She never did, so he got up, stretched, and went to graze. He took a deep breath of fresh morning air, and let it out with a satisfied sigh. A butterfly instantly landed on his nose, fluttering its wings in and out. Skokey giggled gleefully at the butterfly, and tried to graze and keep it on at the same time.

But soon, the butterfly flew away, and Skokey dipped his head to graze. But he spotted something in the corner of his eye. He lifted his head back up and looked above the tall grass. A fawn, very close to adolescence, came solemnly walking through the grass. He seemed to recognize her pictogram, but he couldn't place her name, or who she really was.

Something is wrong.

My head feels funny, and I am bothered by the most peculiar things. The butterflies bring me no joy as their brightly colored wings fold and stretch before my eyes. I roll in the flowers, to feel something, yet I find my mind wandering, staring up at the tree tops and letting the light sting my eyes as it filters down through the canopy. I find seclusion in the forest of white-barked timber. I search out the old ones, whose trunks have grown thick, and I hide myself within them, strangely content to not be seen.

This isn’t me.

So many apologies I’ve been making lately. So many promises of a better tomorrow. And then tomorrow comes…and I find myself in an even deeper state. I greet my friends, do my best to put gusto into the meeting, but I find my energy is waning, and I’m far more content to stand back and watch the fun unfold around me than to be a part of it. My friends do not understand…I couldn’t possibly expect them to ‘ither, for I myself do not understand what has come over me. They look at me expectantly, as though I am their leader…and I am lost. I haven’t the voice to tell them to go on without me, to pay me no mind. They seem saddened…and I myself cannot ask why.

I do not greet strangers in my usual forthright nature. In fact, I find myself being overwhelmed by others lately. Perhaps that…SS character has made me nervous of others. Just today I found myself panicking amongst a group of overzealous stags. I found myself…angry. Despite running from them, shaking my head and cowering from their spell games, they would not leave me alone. I tried to run away, and yet I was torn, for my friends were among the group. They did not understand my torment. They would not follow, and I feel ashamed for expecting them to. Why should I ruin their fun?

Anzel: You probably have all heard of me by now. My name is Anzel. Some call me the Ghost Deer, Blackhoof calls me Nirish...I feel that Ghost Deer fits quite well.

I flicker in and out of social existence in the forest. I fear that many believe me to be rude or impolite. This is not true, you must trust me. I cannot see you. And if I can, you may not see me. But it is rare that either happen, it all depends of the desires of the Twin Gods.

I query...who all has 'met' me in the forest? I know I've seen many of you in the forest...or, at least, your pictograms. But how many of you have seen me?

And if you met me...what was it like?

Did you already know my Human, and follow me? Did I appear peculiar to you, possibly lacking set or some movement?

Or did you query as to why I completely disregarded your existence, thinking me a shallow, arrogant deer?

I'm curious. Is there any way that you can think of for me to show respect to the many deer who know not that I experience this...ghostliness? I feel so bad at times, knowing I may have offended some.

Excluding sitting on Sleeper, the deer with the pictogram like a deer, who transformed himself into a dove.

I loathe doves.

They are cruel.

I thank you if you've taken the time to read this, and I thank you more if you respond. I want to know how the other deer feel about me.

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I am off to rest in the forest a while, to see if I might catch the scent of some others anytime soon...

~ Anzel (the deer)

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im gonna be a naked deer for now until i can aquire Fulu's set (because i LOVE saving the hassle XD) so if anyone wants to help well... yeah. so, i already have her antlers. all i need is a Magpie mask and a Secretary Bird pelt. TOODALS (ima goin fishin! at 12:30 AM, its gonna be fun )

This updated bio includes my own continuity of the Forest that I started in my mind when I first joined in April 2007. Since the game is so versitile, everyone can play with their own story in mind without it clashing with the Forest continuities of others.

Name: The pictogram, Redkora, or 'Kora.

This deer came into the world as a full-grown stag. Like other deer, his body was drawn from the dust of the magical forest floor, and his being is bound together by the very magical vibrations that pulsate through the Forest. In this sense, the deer are not only in the Forest, but are OF the Forest. They are as part of the forest as the air, trees, rocks, and water. The deer are moving components of a single magical organism. The Forest can not be without the deer, and the deer can not be without the Forest; however, neither can be without the Great Twins who wove the fabric of the Forest from their being.

The object of this short passage, this particular stag, remembers the first fawns, the creation of the birch forest and all that it contains, the first zombie stags, and Demon/Walter's [somewhat] younger days.

He is a kind stag who loves to play and joke around. He understands that the meaning of this world is to provide a place of joy, and he wants to honor this. He loves to run and jump in circles, and he sometimes flies to get from place to place. When he spars with other stags or plays pranks, it is never meant to be malicious. He is also wise enough to try to honor the feelings of the other deer and only lets totally loose with his shenanegans when he knows it is permissable. That doesn't mean that mistakes are made, though.

He was originally more of a loner. After learning the ways of the deer and feeling accepted, he generally likes company, even if it is just to sit and listen to the Forest. He still has his solitary moods from time to time.

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There are so many good stories out there, I've been inspired to write a little one of my own. It's about how I ended up in the Forest...

"Arithmetic! Where are you going?" Her mother's voice rang out.
"Right over here, mom." Arithmetic sighed. Her mother was always so protective. Too protective. "You know I prefer to be called Radio!"
"I know, but Arithmetic is your real name, and what did I tell you about running off like that?" Her mother's tone of voice grated Arithmetic's nerves. It was the kind of tone that implied something absolutely dreadful would happen if her mother did not know her daughter's exact location at all times. "What if you were to get hurt?"
"I won't get hurt, mom." Arithmetic turned her head and rolled her big, brown eyes as her mother trotted up to her. This time her mother sighed.
"You're never going to listen, are you?" Her mother's expression was stern, but her light green eyes revealed a tinge of sorrow. She knew Arithmetic would never be the daughter she had hoped for. With another sigh, she curled her legs beneath her and rested in the tall grass.
"But I always listen, mom!" Arithmetic gave her mother an exasperated look before prancing over to a patch of purple flowers. Her favorite kind!
"Don't go too far," Her mother warned. She watched as Arithmetic romped and played in the patches of grass and flowers; however, the stress of keeping track of her daughter all day caught up with her, and despite trying her hardest to keep her heavy eyelids open, she fell asleep...

Anzel: You drive me freaking INSANE!

I happen to sleep in an area where birds may land, and I leave.

I come back.

And you little Twitters are there.

Peck, peck..peck peck....PEPKDGJNSRNFGHFJNGBNXDKJZDKF

Freaking psycho birds. Sometimes I think you're worse than doves.

...no. Not worse. But pretty darn close.

EVIL. DEMON. TWITTERS.

Me: If you don't know what I'm referring to...

I'm referring to these evil little birds that peck a few times on the ground. Maybe on a rock, maybe on a tree. Peck, peck...then they go INSANE.

o____o;;;

Then they repeat.

And you can step on them, but they won't go away.

x_x