Can I ask someone to help with getting a set? Its for Alastair.
I need the owl pelt, and the big white antlers. (Don't know what they are called)
Ill be by abiogenises. Ill be the deer with no special pelt. And you could probably recognize the pictogram.
Thanks in advance!
Oh, hi everybody, I wasnt here a lot, but today I will be there a lot of time So I think I will do something into gallery, something like poet or a story So bye for this moment
So.. Manda's kinda going through an anxious phase with me, and I hear therapy through your characters can be rewarding owo It'll be a short one, probably but who knows.
* Note: Manda will be mask-less in game for a while he's going through this, and will have a complete mask redesign when he recovers.
It would be better not to approach him during that time, or at least not to expect him to interact with you in his normal way.
However, if you choose to sit with him, he'll certainly appreciate your company later.
[center]A breath of air froze on contact with the outside world. It was a wonder that the forest wasn't blanketed in fog today or any other day of winter. Hundreds breathed here. Just a moment of silence was completely lost in many parts of the Forest. One could hear others calling to their kin. Footfalls that one would think were dampened by the snow were easily picked up on just because of how numerous they were. The forest bustled even in the early morning hours, now. It was difficult to catch a break.
A deer took the opportunity to steal away into the quieter part of the forest. The snow thinned here beneath the glare of the sun. Orange and black and white turned from glaring exposure to the best of camouflage against the Birch ground that was still dappled in places with piles of melting snow. This place was at least quieter, and the further he trekked into it the more quiet it got. The deer trod along until he found sufficient silence.
The calls were far away as the stag's ears pivoted about his head, radar to catch any noise. Thank the Gods there was little. Another cloud of breath floated off on the winter breeze. The humanoid face appeared to be nervous for a moment as a bird flew away from the safety of the brush. Finally, the koi-pelted deer huffed out a sigh as he relaxed. A shake later, the calm had settled in and the human-faced deer set to sniffing the world around him. His humanoid nose moved along the earth until a dry spot was sought. With a grunt, Moss placed himself on that dry patch of ground. He found it warm and in direct light of sun. Black ears fell back not in upset, but in sheer bliss. To match, the stag closed his small eyes. The world just seemed right when it was this calm.
As of late, the stag seemed more in-tune with his natural side. He was less inclined to follow pursuits of knowledge, and more to enjoy the simpler things.
So I think I will do something into gallery, something like poet or a story 
