On the whispering outside winds of the shrrroommmmm deer a new formation of activity in the forest has occurred. Dates all fluid but you will know. The third group is spectator deer. I hear the Aussies deer are attending for full acculturation. It seems language deer in the realm of forests down under decided to convert to technology deer and planted selves in Dallas forest. As we all know technology deer always have access to secret forests through the graphic artists deer. Once all in cyber space location will not matter. Rutting season 2020 disruption style. Raiders versus Ancients... Now that everyone has to wear a mask on some occasions how shall the deer distinguish now hmmm

Shromm, shroom --SHROOM went the wind in the Endless Forest. The change at long last had come. In joyous rebellion, the 38 deer danced across the forest floor announcing they had responded to instinct physically. As the romping and the twerking became in synch other deer sat and swayed to the unheard but definitely felt beat. Like the ocean endlessly kissing the shore they began the age-old ancient rhythm in new form for the next generation.

The ancient deer laughed as they remembered how it had been done to them.

Name: Lysand Gender: Male Age: Adult Sexuality: Bisexual

Bio: He has no memory of his parents or how he came to live in the forest, but he has wandered the paths for years, merely watching and listening. Helping lost fawns to their mothers and stepping quickly into the shadows of the forest. He feels to be some sort of traveler, being outgoing and kind, however, he never stays in one place too long, making him hard to catch up to. He bears a small scar under the left side of his face, just around the ring on his owl face.

Appearance: Silvery pelt with blue tinges of fur on his back and legs, white underfur and a white barn owl face with blue fading patches, curious yellow/amber eyes, maroon fan antlers.

set: long/gray pelt. barn owl mask, fan antlers



mates: None

Offspring: None

Herdmates: Serein

Discord: FeatherWeather#4331

Hello friends! I've been a lurker of TEF for many years now, but just now decided to finally join in on the fun I don't have much to say, just that if you see me in the forest, feel free to say hi and dance with me! I'm a bit hard to track down but for the next month or so I will be a fawn. Just look for my pictograph.

Even though I've been aware of TEF for a while, I've never been in on the community side of things, so please be patient with me as I learn the ins and outs of the game and all of the lingo. Thank you!

-your friendly neighborhood Newbie

Rolling in the grass near the pond while watching fawns hop to and fro brings up two perspectives while laying on your furry backside. Being a wondering deer often brings up that overly critical dissertation thinking that compares things in way that by the time one is through you propose you should have never been born. Pondering on the other hand makes a deer question and then go look for answers.

You get up and you wander around. You make notes. You become so noted but not noticed. That puts one in the realm of ancient deer.


Ancient deer of the skull face, grinning teeth and horns protruding skyward in defiance of some unknown god floating who knows where but possibly in the ruins invisible roofing cause wonder. They do things apart and together that get notices even when they are just sitting. You can feel their ancient mind putting forth invisible persona boundaries before you ever see them. You will find yourself veering off in an orthogonal manner if you try to head straight for one who does not wish to interact. It becomes quite a game trying to get to them for a run through. At one time someone discovered how to make flying deer and other the ancient ones they would hoover and then drop. Once done with fun one will find one self invisibly directed to areas of the forest for nexus making. When enough of that happens, a gathering occurs and in a moments notice all the deer everywhere begin to dance. Some alone while others form long lines or rings and all over the forest shaking deer booty everywhere. Just the exact opposite of the dignified ancient deer face. Sometimes the ancient deer would participate but other times they would go to the graveyard and sit or sit on the hill nearby and admire the stone work of the graves.

So we move to pondering once that experience is done. Why did my deer do that? Those of us who do not wish to be puppet deer for a game we do not understand just do something different we prefer over the imaginary director.

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