Just in case if you don't know them
or seen them prancing around like pumpkin heads?
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Name: Blackhoof
Nickname: Blackie (You may call him Pumpkin head...I don't care)
Sex: Buck or Stag (whatever suits your fancy)
Age: Full grown Stag (human years ummm 16....0r 15 it changes)

Sign: Look at pic
How to remeber: What's more to say? It looks like a tree?

MAIN coats:
(he's got hundreds of more coats)(Pic has his ultamit coat)

Mates: None - has a tiny crush....but chances are
slim that they will ever be together...he has
another crush...but she's long gone...

Profile: Blackhoof is a punpkin headed butter
ball. He gets probably high off of air. Although his
energy can be abundent, he can also know when it's time to
chill out. He is protective of his freinds. He likes
to play fight(shakeshead+ Rears...tell when playfight).
He is bully towards trees and he will ram into them. Sadly
the trees probably get back at him when it's raining(nothing
to cover his wet head).

He dous not take kindly to bullies. Since his human has
technicaly had to deal with a few. He is usually quite nice
or tries to be, but sometimes he can't stand it when a deer is
being messed with. He will normaly comfront the bully and tell him to
leave. However, Blackhoof has been down in the dumbs a bit lately
so most of the time he might ignor fights...thinking it's a foolish atempt to try
to get him worked up or there just play fighting.

He has been missing his freinds a great deal, and he spends most
of his time waiting at the pond by the willow tree he sat on the
last day he saw his freind Wyvern.

You can normaly catch him anywhere. But you can really see him by
the bridge or crying idol.

Extra info:
Sunny forest = Happy B.H.
Cloudy forest= Peaceful and embracing
Raining forest= Blah

He stood paralyzed. Not by the others looks, but the way he had gotten so close without him even knowing it.

His acquaintance’s dark fur did not faze him. Toomoko had disturbed a few unruly or just curious fawns as he ran, they bleated at him to stop and play but their calls went unheeded as he ran past. Their dark colored coats blended in with the forest much more so than his pale coat and strange shapes everyone tried to pass off as markings.

Ears low in submission and large tufty tail between his legs he watched as the other moved toward him with muddy gold, alert and fearful eyes. Although he tilted his head slightly confused when the other stopped approaching. He moved his stiff and sore legs slightly, sending ripples over the clear water.

He turned his eyes away from the other fawn, thinking of the past and trying to remember. But remember what? What was there to remember but remorse? The scorn born of the others when they discovered him? The surprise and fear as the extent of his markings revealed by an elder deer. The steady sureness in that single voice, the murmured agreement and support of the others. His fate decided.

And here he stood, again paralyzed by the same fear of the unknown. He tried to relax, and turned his head back to the other fawn’s progress across the far side of the water. He thought that if the other was not careful, he would fall in. As he was deciding on wither or not to warn the fawn, the bank gave away underneath the others feet and other fawn fell into the water with a resounding splash before his eyes!

Seeing the fawn struggle to keep his head above the deep waters broke his reverie and as the darker one slipped under, he darted to help, his hooves making slight splashes in the shallower water, before jumping into the deeper area.

Pictogram: Click!

Name: Arithmetic a.k.a. RadioWave or Radio

Gender: Female

Appearance: Standard fawn.

Personality: Radio is happy-go-lucky and full of self-confidence. She loves to run up to other deer and introduce herself, and she has no problem joining a group of deer if it looks like they're having fun. Also, Radio is not the "delicate flower" sort of girl. She is strong and she will show it, but that's not to say she doesn't like being girly sometimes. Radio's also pretty good at reading other deer, though there will always be some she can't figure out, but that's alright with her. She likes to make sure everyone's happy in the forest, however, she's not afraid to tell it like it is. If she's thinks you're just being silly about something, she'll let you know.

Other info:
~She likes to hang out with adult deer just as much as she likes to hang with other fawns.
~She's very patient, though she doesn't always seem that way.
~Sometimes she wears the little purple flowers on her head.
~She doesn't mind being alone, but she doesn't prefer it.
~She's very intelligent and likes to think about why things work the way they do.
~She loves being underwater.
~The red pelt is her favorite.
~She loves giving spells and getting spells!
~Everything's an adventure for Radio!

Radio's Dream Set:

So many new faces in the forest and I have yet to introduce myself
I don't use this community site very often.

Name - Path to home *friends call him Path*

Pictogram - Theres a path leading to a house *see avatar*

Gender - Stag

looks - Path is usually seen as a dove. However, he will sometimes turn back into a deer in order to dance and jump around with some friends.

Age - Old enough for wisdom, young enough to frolic

Likes- The Pond, Old oak, the abiogenisis, doves

Dislikes- ... cant think of any yet

Friends in the forest - Anyone I meet becomes an instant friend Growling or offensive actions will only make Path leave for a short time. He will come back and try to make you feel better

Location- While he likes his occasional alone time in the flower beds, You can find Path where there are other deer.

personality- Path is quite the white lighter. He will always join a lone deer in relaxing or playing. Very friendly, Path never lowers his antlers or growls to others, and only during dance will he rear up.
From time to time, he will feel as though all the zombie deer are disrupting the balance and make an attempt at making everyone devout. However, the queen of darkness *Lieka* has found ways around this and is able to dispel my crusade

hobbies include,
-becoming a zealot for the twin gods
- Flying around as a dove
- trying to make Dim repent for selling his soul to Lieka and deermuda
- Maintaining a balance of good and evil
- Helping others
- making people feel better on bad days
- listening to nature in a flower patch
- Dancing

1. How do I get friends on here? D:
I feel so alone. -.-

2. How can I walk on water? xD
i saw some fawns doing it yesterday.
Or is it a glitch? D:

3. Does it take a long time 'til I'm adult?

4. Why can't I have the pelt, antlers and masks on forever?

5. Why am I a frog when I'm falling into the Pond? xO

(edit):

6. How do I get the Skull mask, the grey pelt, and the red big antlers? D:

7. How do I get the candles?

This is me hiding in a stump (:

(Not inspired by anyone or anything...just something he needed to get off his chest for a while ^^ It's long winded...as are most things I write @_@ I wont be offended if it goes unread ;p)

I am conflicted.

No, that’s a horrible way to start. Let me try again.
I have made friends! I hold them so dear in my heart that it practically flies from my chest and does a magnificent dance about their heads when I see them. Perhaps they are not many, or a particularly talented or coordinated bunch as others can boast, but they are mine. They seek me out when I call to them. I receive their affection before I give my own.

But …and how much that word pains me…they seem so divided somehow. Maybe I'm the divided one.

I am not the kind to favorite… haha, no, I am the desperate sort who takes what he can get! What need have I for favoritism? I am, however, shamefully impressionable. I admit…I do what I can for affection, or even a smidgeon of attention from any sort…I do what I can, even if it means no longer being true to myself. Ah, but no, I’m getting ahead of myself. In fact I believe the point of this mess has been lost altogether in my indecision! Forgive me, my attention span seems to be quite indifferent to the serious tone I wished to portray here. Let me then start by following my heart, which wishes to further elaborate on my devotion.

Blackhoof's Day in the Forest: So as Blackhoof woke
up he walked around mindlessly until he heard a call. He realized
it was many of his sisters freinds. Happy, and curious to meet them he
headed over to them to say hi! Soon there was hopping and playing.
Then we soon settled down and sat around each other.

Then Darcy arose to his/her feet (sorry so hard to tell
what's what theis days?) and we jumped some more. Then we headed down
the river for a quick drink. We then hopped and played around there.
Sadly the Orca deer fell in the water. Soon me and Darcy took turns
in helping dear old Orca deer. Finally it's coat was back! We danced and had fun.
Then we soon headed back to the grey doe and sat down once more.

Then our dear Orca freind left. So I decided to let Blackhoof take a quick
bath at the crying idol. Whisper(his old doe freind) always told him to
do so whenever given time...Even though he hates it. Soon Darcy and a fawn fallowed.
Then the day ended with a long sit with B.H. and Darcy. And the grey doe and fawn fallowed.
Soon me and Darcy both fell asleep.

(Sorry If pic takes to long to load)

Warning - this chapter contains some graphic content



The rain fell much harder than normal. To some, it was only a bad storm. To others, they knew something terrible had happened in the forest. Lightning streaked the October sky, sending loud thunderclaps that shook the trees. The sounds of thunder and wind echoed into a small cavern, where a doe lay on the freezing stone floor, shivering and breathing heavily. Her body ached and she was already becoming dizzy. A small pool of blood was collecting under her belly. She glanced at it and turned away, sobbing silently.

Just a half an hour earlier, Brooke had gone out into the forest. Her mate was nowhere to be found, and she was becoming increasingly hungry. She went deeper and found a spot to graze. Noticing the dark clouds above, she hurriedly ate what she could of the edible foliage and started to go on her way when she heard a sound - a twig crack. Alarmed, she turned toward the sound. She did not locate anything, as a light drizzle began to fall. Turning back to her den, she took a few steps before hearing the sound again. She turned again, but this time was shocked to see a man standing there, rifle pointed right at her. Gasping, she ran, her hootbeats echoing through the trees. The rain picked up a little, and the ground became increasingly muddy. She darted as fast as she could, her heart racing. She lost her footing slightly and stumbled, though catching herself for a moment. She turned to look back....

POW!!

The bullet went through her body, dead in the center of her. She cringed and cried out, and falling foward to one knee, she gritted her teeth. "No...not like this...", she said to herself, and getting back on her feet, she raced out of the area. The rain was pouring now, and visibility was low, both for her and the man who shot her.

I dun think youre gonna like Vessel very much after this one XDD

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It seems as though I've grown to detest fawns even more lately. They have become more annoying than usual, and I find myself losing my patience with them even faster than normal.

I wandered through the Dream Realm one night and stumbled upon a newborn fawn sleeping next to its mother. Well, not completely newborn, only old enough to have a name. I peeked into its dreams, and what did I see? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I only saw one color, red. I believe that's the color of warmth, is it not? Obviously warmth from its mother. But only red. Nothing else.

How empty-headed. Is that all a fawn can think about? Surely even a newborn could have at least one thing to dream of. I looked into the mother's dreams only to find her thinking of what the next few months will be like with her new fawn. Typical. Such a warming scene to any other deer, and I sneered at them. Of course they couldn't hear me, I was glad of that. But honestly, I think they would have something better to think about.

Do not mistake me for what I'm really saying, reader. What I saw in the mother's dream was pathetic. She was thinking about how raising her child would be so difficult. For her. You would think a mother would be at least grateful for having a healthy child. But no, all she can do is worry and complain. As for the newborn, I didn't really expect much. But I did expect more.