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Lost...
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The world keeps coming in and out of focus...
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There are so many trees! Ooo~ Flowers! Sleepy...
7:00pm
I've been wondering this forest for several days greeting strangers and playing with any other fawns I meet. I feel sad though as I don't quite remember how I got here nor where my Mama and Papa have gone... or if I have a Mama and Papa. I woke up alone in a field of flowers the first day, and curious I stood up only to stumble and fall again as I did so. It took me several tries to stand as my legs seemed unused to bearing my weight. After I was able to stand I looked around me as if expecting another to be by my side, and yet... there was no one there... Any joy I may have felt at my accomplishment fled me as fear and loss filled my being, for I was alone in this strange place. It was then that I began to question how I had come to be here, in this place, alone... I didn't know... How old was I?... I don't know... Where are my Mama and Papa?...I don't know... Do I have a name?.... No I didn't think so. Before I could panic further I saw a strange deer in the distance with candles upon its antlers as if to lead me out of my dark thoughts. The deer, a female from her sent, was with another, a male. I perked up my ears in hope when I saw them. And, on unstable hooves, made my way to them praying that they would not leave before I could get to them. The rest of the day was spent following the female and playing with any who got close to me. Soon though I lost them, and exhausted lay down to rest. The next few days have been spent looking for those two deer and staying close. I do not understand much of what they try to tell me but that's ok, just so long as I can find them again each time I wake. Over time I have come to know their names are Sabel and Sadiki.
Hi everyone! I am so happy to be here with you all. I found out about this magical forest just yesterday and I can't wait to unravel its secrets. Here I put some infos about me and my deer Lule. Have a wonderful day, see you in the forest!
I just joined the endless forest and there doesn't seem to be a 'save appearance' button.. My mate tried logging in on their computer and it worked. Any ideas?
Call me Angora or anything you'd like! I'm just a derpy Girl from Austria and art is my passion!
I'm a self taught artist, I started it when I was very young, and I hope that I can continue it until I'm old! X3
I'm very new in Endless Forest xD And I have manyyyy problems, but ehhh :'D
Teeth click with a snap, fangs bared in another threat.
Fur up, hackles raised.
She's growling at ghosts now, mountain song and cracking boulders.
Hisses slice the silence up, sharped knife against paper thin.
Those eyes are wide, ruby death staring into the abyss.
Pupils so wide they hide the red, now they're sinking into slits.
That red glows, that red speaks deep.
The things that she's seen. The things that she's seen.
Lips pulled back, ears battened down.
Shoulders hunched, head lowered.
Lethal crown ready as the flowers fall one by one.
She is a monster.
She is a god.
And what are Gods if not monsters?
Those black hooves strike the ground, one single drumbeat.
Death dealers.
Scars bristle under shining fur.
Nightmare no longer monochrome.
Those teeth snap again, sharp click.
Angry sound.
Bitter beast.
Lost potential.
Lost past.
Lost soul.
She is the remainder.
The One That Endures.
The One Who Stands Still.
Remember who she once was.
She is the devourer.
She is the creator.
The waning light and the shock of lighting.
Remember what she is now.
Outsider.
Shell.
Imperfect space.
Mother.
Wanderer.
The Lost One.
The Broken Thing.
She breaks, she mends.
Trys to get better then slips again.
You can't escape the red.
Can't leave the dead.
She sees all their skeletons.
Their blood is on her hands.
In her heart.
Their voices sound in her head.
Screaming their damnation.
Screaming their pleas.
She is a nobody
And you just made a mistake
The stag swayed, his head held high as he floated through the forest. In all ideals, the black and white beast would be a wonderful competitor in the season of autumn and her rutting games, but he chose against partaking out of principle. No, Moss didn't think himself the better when compared to the participants. In fact, just one year ago, he felt himself inferior to those who could take up their tines and fight for the females. Now, though, he just watched them do what they were born and bred for.
Bugling echoed back and forth. Each white ear picked up the sound of another pair of potential knights. I hope they find what it is they desire. The silent prayer was sent out through thin lips shaped in a mild grin. Any further prayer was cut short by the deafening sound of bones upon bones. It made the stag's blood run cold and muscles burn with heat at the same exact moment. His ears pinned but yearned to hear it again. Black eyes closed, he fought to keep them from opening to go and watch the deer partake in their battle, whether it be mock or not. From the sounds of it, maybe two gargantuan beasts were brawling. If so, he would find large swathes of tilled earth and broken trees to mark their arena later. The forest was already dotted with a few such spaces, and would be peppered by the time they finished.
Silently, the stag marched on. The mannerisms of the moose were apparent, though he was nowhere near such a size. The plod at which he held his gait was slow and meandering, as if he were unaware that war raged on around him. It was then that he crested a small hill and found a gathering of does below. They surrounded the giants that were fighting for their maidenhoods. The scents of musk and estrus mingled on the wind. It only seemed to drive them harder at their goals.
It behooved Moss to take a moment to share the does' respect. These stags sweat and bled as they tested the other's strength.
