This is just a temporary format for kuwaka's older updates for noooooooooow. It is just cluttering the code on the other one. Want to keep it publicly viewable, still.

I have a small problem. I have this pictogram that is constantly changing shape. It can be seen on the map on my profile and etc. I do not know what it is. I'm a little confused. Picto I have long and I noticed it the first day. But here it did not address why this is happening. But now I think about it and try to figure out why.

This thing will soon be so full. Soon.
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This made me laugh. I needed to share. Anyone else have any deer-related laughables to share?

Hello! I'm CloudlessSky. I recently joined played for a bit. I had so much fun! I cant wait to play more and meet new people!
--CloudlessSky

Yzen's story - chapter five

It is raining. The sound of the drops is so relaxing. The scent of the wet deers is floating in the whole forest. Yzen walks quietly on the wet ground, soften by the wet fallen leaves.
He first goes pray the Gods, bowing his head to the floor. His muzzle softly touches the ground: humid and cold. Then, he walks to the pond. The rain makes music in the water, tip tip tip.
Frogs are jumping all around the pond and there are some deers who are laying under the trees. Yzen is now laying with them.
No one is making noise. They all listen to the sound of the rain on the pond. Only the frogs dare to disturb this quiet moment.
Yzen finally walks to the playground. The rain's sound is different here, on the rocks of the playground. He listens carefully to this music, to remember it well. He wants to be alone for a moment. The forest is opening its places to him. He walks slowly between the trees, letting the rain on his body.
It's not a good day to cast magic. It's a lazy day, to listen to the magic of the forest. Just listen.

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As if in a theater, the sky had darkened before the fall had begun. Rain played a symphony on the pond, drops differing in size differing in note when they hit the larger body of water. In contrast, the same rain fell in thick wet splats on the leaves of the trees and in areas where it already had collected on the ground. It drummed on the fallen logs and exposed trunks. Every face that left a den was soon drenched by the onslaught of spring.

The koi-stag had been among the Birch trees when the rains had come, and had enjoyed them for the past few days. He had spent enough time with the koi fish to realize that he wished to stay in the vicinity of their home for now. At first, a tiny tree had beckoned his attention. Today, however, he had discovered a perfectly-sized hollow at the base of a large willow that overlooked his brothers in the pond. After a little more digging to remove unwanted rocks, Moss had settled down in it to watch and listen to the rain.

The willow foliage hung limply, but provided much needed respite from the rain. Moss peered through it at the almost-melted pond. Occasionally, a deer would bravely venture there despite the floodwater that surrounded it from the melting of snow. He watched as they investigated the crocuses that had replaced trees, and frolicked in the mud that coated the banks and sucked at their hooves. The koi-stag smiled at all of this, happy to see others having fun. He rested his head on his forehooves, oblivious to anything but the play before him.