Would you consider me new? I don’t feel new because I’ve lurked on the message boards ever since I started and because by deer, Thyme, has been all grown up for awile. But, I’ve only lurked around, not really talked a lot. If you want you can talk to me, I don’t bite, nor does Thyme….Well, his clone does………

Oh, and in case your all ‘Who is this person?’ I’m Dawn or Ange. I don’t really care which.

het is raar herten in het woud volgen mij achter mij zie ik herten die in een vogel vorm zitten!

I stepped into the Forest in happy mood last Sunday bringing on my fawn in a playful mood. I'm realy sorry that somehow I didnt know what had happened, I had missed that bit of sad news. Just wanted to sorry about being there and not knowing. I felt so bad to find out. If I had known I would of been in a much different mood. Now I know so if you meet Mushroom or Larr at the moment they are being very quiet and calm.

I haven't posted a diary entry in soooo long on the old forum, so I decided to hop on here and make one which I hope I'll consistently update!

Here's some of me hopping and romping around about two days ago. The snow was so pretty. I was running with Adagio (correct me if I'm mistaken, but I'm pretty sure that was her) and an unknown fawn!


Huge picture! But it felt so peaceful running around all willy-nilly in the snow. If only it could stick to the ground!...


Another great shot. I should be, like... A model!


My favorite shot so far. I wish I could make this into a silhouette of sorts to put into my avatar, but I seriously lack in Photoshop skills and have no idea how to use it, ha... Ah well, guess I'll just keep looking at it!


There was a little ceremony on the Playground for Ina/Run, and I was so full of thoughts... And felt very lonely.

From Today:

[i]I came to visit Ina's memorial, and as always, there was a little fawn keeping the flower warm. How sweet; I laid next to Adagio and Twenty-One. I sure miss the twinkling star and candle circle... But the single dandelion still seems precious. Sigh...


Hung out with 21 later on; I love doing this!
(P.S. It's the scared/sniffing combination. Try it sometime! It's sooo cute, I love it. My fave "emote" by far. )

A few days ago I stumbled across the Endless Forest and thought it looked like an interesting place.

The second day I poked my nose tentatively into the Forest I found my reason to stay...

In all the years I've been around, I honestly don't think I can say that I have seen a more moving memorial to someone departed. It was solemn and deeply beautiful in a way I have never seen expressed in an online community. I am sad to say that I never had the chance to know Run, and more so because as I have seen the response to her passing and the memories posted in the forums I can truly feel that the world has lost a very special person. I'm sorry I never had the chance to know you, Run.

So I've decided to add my voice to the herd, if you'll have me... The chance to know you is something I don't want to pass by.

~ Light the Sky

The Forest has been so horribly sad. Rire was very glad when he heard a familiar roar; he had expected to be running alone at 3 AM. Yay for Taiko! It was so good to simply run around and be ridiculous - to have a backflip race - to play look-alike - to accidentally slip into the pond, and have to fetch everything back. To race away from, ahead of sorrow, and on and on into tomorrow.
Rire loves the Forest. Very much.

All deers have a spark of life within them that will never die. So dont worry, never doubt, all deers live forever...

This new world is a strange one. There are no strings attached - no obligations to fulfill. No enemies closing in on my tail. Just... happiness. The company of others. The simple pleasures in life. Although I have not yet made any friends in this wood, I have certainly made numerous acquaintances, and already their scents are familiar to me when I sense them.

Sometimes I find myself unable to decide what to do; and other times I feel the loneliness of a vacant forest. I desire for the kinship of my fellow behooved, and I'm sure I will attain it sooner or later. I am but a spotted neonate in this wondrous land, and I spend my days running and rolling in flowers, and my nights huddled by the ancient stones, hoping for someone to prance by.

This wood without end truly is Paradise.


EDIT: So, the reverent candle-lit circle is now extinguished. Our memory of the fair Run (or rather a vague impersonal imprint, in mine case) is now held only in our hearts. Here now are some images of my experiences with this place:







Forever rest in peace, Run.

This is one from today. I edited this screenshot so it looked as if the flower was full of light.

The days following my awakening have been so dark and cold. I know the forest mourns the loss of the one who's name, so proudly roared across the hills, is Run. I did not know her face, but I knew her blood and the wind she breathed. Those are a part of me, and it is those that bring the tears to my face when I lower my horns to the candle-lit circle... To the star that visits us from the night.

It is this cold, this sadness, and the strange faces that surround me that make my re-awakening so difficult. The little ones... Children... They startle me so and flit around me with such bright eyes. I do so wish not to scare them... Or hurt them. I fear my stagger, my old eyes... They cause worry and fear in the young ones.

So many others bound about, bellow familiar sounds to unfamiliar scents. I watch myself in the still of the pond, letting the fish circle around my ever aging visage. I find myself frequently visiting the glittering star, letting loose the tears.

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Tonight I feel stronger. The winds are still cold, and bring the strange stars that turn to tears upon my cheek, but there are some young ones bounding about. I roar and dance with them, bounding along the hills. Perhaps they do not shun me after all.

A doe finds me on another visit to [Run]'s star. She seems puzzled by my sadness. Her scent is strong and familiar. She perhaps remembers me... I cannot recall her roar or her... No... Not completely.

Her neck meets my own, rubbing softly... So very warm. I cannot bear to show her my tears... I bellow and flee, secretly hoping she may give chase. She seems to know my ways... Share my age. She bounds after me and we stop on the bridge by the pond.

This is my favorite place... Quiet and tranquil. My heart races, my body no longer cold, as she comes up beside me and lays with me above the trickling waters. Her scent... Her warmth... So quickly lull me to slumber.