I'd like to do some role play with Silas to develop him some more. I used to role play a lot, but it's been a while since then, so I'm sorry if my writing is a little rusty! Anyone care to join?
(I'd just like to ask that you please use proper punctuation and grammar, i.e- 'you' instead of 'u.')

Title says all. The deer I'll be using will have a butterfly pelt, rose antlers, and a wooden deer mask. For my symbol, please check this account: http://endlessforest.org/community/minnie
I would really appreciate the help!

Shinda sighed, as it seemed, in exasperation.

"When a new fawn comes to the Endless Forest, they are greeted by Mother Doe. She is a stunningly beautiful doe who is the first one you see here. She teaches the young fawn everything needed to know about the forest. She tells the fawn about the magic, about the origins, about why the fawn has arrived." Shinda explained, her steps growing in speed. Jarett soon found trouble to keep up.

"When the Mother comes, she speaks human tongue to explain. When she leaves, it's time for the fawn to lose his speech and he is then welcome in the Forest as part of it." the deer's words seemed eerily dark and frightening.

"Won't any of the fawns object to living as mutes?" Jarett asked, trying to imagine life as a mute animal, unable to properly communicate with others.

"You misunderstand. Those who come here are generally tired of the world, exhausted from speaking to those who don't care. Nobody is forced to stay here. They choose their path and most will stick to it." Shinda stated.

"What happens to those who tire of the life here?" Jarett inquired.

"If a deer feels like his time is up, he'll leave. He'll go to the edge. But, that's up to every deer himself. There is no threat, no harm, no violence in the Forest. It's somewhat like paradise for those who the world has wronged."

"The edge..." Jarett muttered to himself. The words themselves felt like something unnatural, especially in a place called the Endless Forest. He then got back to the primary subject "So, why can you talk to me?"

"Right. So, you are not a fawn."

Jarett raised an eyebrow at such a statement. "Yeah...?"

"You were not received by Mother Doe. Generally, if a deer happens to stumble upon Mother teaching a fawn, it will stay away. I happened to walk past you and you didn't have Mother tending to you, so I walked closer. Suddenly, I found that I was able to speak your tongue.

Hi deer,wolves,dragons, and other creatures..

I need your help, help from experienced artists. I know that from many of you there are people who probably can't wait to say how they became famous/good artists?

Strange as it may sound, but for me as a beginner in this business is not very easy to develop their art further.. In short I need your advice, here is all the help.

Tell me please how did you start your path to success? As you picked up your "nick"..do you have a primary and a special character for your inspiration? I need your advice or I will continue to walk the stubs to get stuck in one place and torturing yourself with questions. I can only do a good job for you and for other people, namely, to give them their art for free and the same delight...
..But I'm not getting any better.


Please answer me, I will be very glad if someone can help me! <3
And I really will be very interesting to talk about it! ' v '

Jarett half expected the deer to give some sort of age-old saying or simply say "I don't know." yet Shinda tipped her head a little in confusion.

Then she nodded as if understanding something. "Right. You probably didn't come here out of your will. You would be a fawn if that were the case."

Jarett's curiosity perked. "A fawn?"

"Aye. You do know how the legend goes, right?" Shinda inquired, scraping her hoof against the mossy ground.

To that Jarett could answer. "When one's life is troubled so, if it is his wish, he may seek paradise in the forest where deer roam." he recited the words, feeling like a little kid all over again.

The deer nodded. "Those who come to the Forest will appear here as fawn and gradually grow into deer." she explained as if it were the most simple thing in the world.

"Okay, fa-, wait, what?" Jarett stuttered, "You mean people actually come to this forest? The world would surely know of this! How come there have not been any reported missing?"

"There are many people in the world that said world doesn't care about. They haven't been missed by anybody. Those people come here, to this sanctuary, where they can live freely and in peace." Shinda's voice grew somewhat somber.

Jarett grew silent, deeming her words to be true. His mind then floated back to the matter at hand. "Do you know how to get out of here? I'm not done with my business in the real world!" he, almost desperately, asked of the deer.

"I, unfortunately, don't know the way back..." Shinda spoke and Jarett slumped, "But! I know someone who might be able to help you." she added and the man's hopes lifted again.

"She too, can speak your tongue and will probably be of much more use than I."

"Does 'she' have a name?" Jarett queried, anticipating the same answer he had gotten from Shinda.

"She, likely as I, doesn't require a name here, yet...