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When I try to log in, it says I have the wrong password. I keep on trying and it keeps on saying the wrong password--- in game that is. What should I do? I really want to play logged in ;o;.

Hello.

Hello! I am new to TEF! I don't really understand much of the game... Anyone want to help me out? Like is it ok to just walk up to someone random on the game and start doing some activities? Sorry for being such a noob lol.
Plus, how to I decorate my deer?
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Charlotte

Just so you know

just so you know if you ever see two of my crhathers online at the same time it is because i have two windows open and is controling both deer so none of my chathers are ever hacked i am conortilling two if there online at the same time

Doe's Bio [Always a WIP]



Physical: 75%
Emotional: 80%
Mental: 80%

Birth name – Never remembered having one
Also known as - Doe
Titles - None
Age - Fawn
Birthdate – July 3rd 2013.
Gender – Antlered hind.
Orientation – Not known
Specie – Human, deer chimera.
Size – Small, tiny
Talks like – #FBBBB9
Sounds like – eeeeeeeeeee
Primary scents – Lake water, moss
Secondary scents – Grave dirt

Events:

07/20/13 -
The world was calm when she woke. The fog of the early morning had settled and all that was left of her parents were bloody marks in the ground. Slightly disoriented all the sounds in the murky forest she gets up from her nest and simply bolts. There is no time, and all the young fawn does is run and run until her legs nearly give out from under her. She slips into a small cove of collapsed rocks and laps at the condensation of the formations.

8/01/13-
She's given herself the name Doe, simply because that's what people call her when she passes. A little doe. Or Fawn. She likes Doe better. Learning while spying on the other deer to eat grass and drink from the lake or the stream like her parents had done she learns enough on how to survive though she can't quite digest the grass.

08/19/13-
While grazing another deer sizes her up and while she doesn't quite understand perseveres them to be nice so she just smiles. Until the deer pummels her and scrapes its hooves and kicks her in the belly and attempting to kick her int the chest. Managing to get away she hides, but she's bleeding. She recovers while chewing on what little grass she has in the cove she found before.

09/13/13-
Having outgrown the tiny cove she's taken to wandering, still tiny and malnourished but she's managed so far. She is mostly afraid to go near other fawns and deer, but she's become lonely, and seeks out other loners though quickly runs away.

In this bright and shimmering world....

I fell into the pond.

Hi, my name is Doe and I'm very, very new here....

too many blogs sorreh

today i pretty much want to tell a story about lucky and my new little fawn friend named "jugha"

(i gave her/he that name)
since i could tell she was new i took her/him around the forest and showed her around its was fun with her . she/he was very timid and kind with me and whenever there was a another doe or stag around she/he would shiver until i come in to tell her its alright





i hope to see you agian i. if you remember me i was the doe with the pronghorn -like horns with gray pelt and the purple-ish theater mask

i think i remember your sighn n your heave it looks like my initials "vc"
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Phantasm; Phantasmagoria. (For Deyna)

Day was such a shallow thing. The love of day is something that, for its life, the young one could not understand. Why did they so flock to day, like birds flock to their home tree? Why worship the sun that scorched you with light, unmasking your every movement? The bright, dreary light of day held not depth, but an ever unchanging monotony. The only things more dreadful then the sweltering, trivial light itself were those forces of nature set to stop it- the massive, death-gray clouds, or the harsh, nail-biting rain. Sometimes, gray skies and venomous winds were all nature had left to rip apart the ever so persistent superficiality of day.

Day was not an emotional, mysterious creature-it was all too predictable. It was a fickle thing, ever too bright and distracting. It craved for attention, and thereby bathed the earth in its frivolity, spreading a horrible light across the gentle trees and lapping waves and demanding that no affair be held private. Indeed, not even the most humble of creatures could hide away from the cold, harsh light of day-little could hide one from the despicable, prudish beams of day. Day was far too narrow minded to concentrate on the wonders of the world-its light was not gentle enough. Oh no, it was far too harsh and uncaring, selfish and flustered. Its light did not cradle the earth gently in its grasp-instead, it choose to squeeze it and force acknowledgment upon it. Day was a needy, pathetic thing, taught its lesson only when the forces of nature put it back in place. Yet it still struggled to come back every morning, prissy little thing that it was.

Night was a completely different story.

The light that night held was perhaps the farthest one could get from the egotistical throes of day. Night was special because it produced both darkness and light-this made it a very talented thing.
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