Mothers gone.......

She’s not by my side
No pulse, no breath, and no warmth by my side.................. Mother?

Perhaps she's still feeding and walking out on the grassy plain.
I shall wait...............

Wait I have, another bright cycle has passed, my stomach hurts and my mouth is dry. The sharp bush offers nothing to me. Oh where is mother.

Today is the day I stand tall I must stand alone, my legs are shaking, my head feels weak, The world around me seems to be spinning. I must find her somehow. I must.
I had no concept of time, it felt as if I was walking in an everlasting dream. I went down paths I found hoping to be lead to my mother. I could just pick up her faint sent, Yet there were so many other smells I just hoped I was following the right one.
Now there’s green grass under my hooves, I must eat it like mother. Yuck! I hope the taste improves. It is course on my plate, my fawn’s teeth struggling to tear it.
I eat and I eat and my legs walk me on. I looked up and the woods I hid with her are gone. I am in a great open area covered in grasses of all different types, how strange it is to have legs that walk with barley a feeling. My head feels better and the shaking gone. Yet now I am lost. Far in the distance new shapes have appeared a new line of trees and shelter. They look familiar. I sped up eating less as I went.

I sniffed the air, new smells coming to me now and once I found I sharp bush, I decided to sheltered within as darkness and shadows raced over the land. And the dark cycle began a fresh. So I slept. I was woken by sound sharp in the night screams, barks and other strange sounds. I would need to learn them well. I remembered what mother had said, and relaxed for an active hunter would not give it’s presence away with noise.

No sun rose that morning the clouds were thick and dark. I stretched and left the sharp plant. Taking to the grass silently as not to bring attention to myself.

Updated and amend story, Please note I have dyslexia and there will be mistakes.

Part 1
Conceived from a trick was I.
Lord of my mother’s lord and master,
But another rival, fit and faster.
Born of a trick was I.

My mother and the other hinds were split around by Masters tines, some were blooded and others fell never to rise. The Masters lust knew no bounds. Mother said it was a living hell. Now whilst her seasons master, a big and bold Master fort his rival’s young and old, within the shadows another stag did creep, full of cunning, dark and sleek. Mother said she never knew what happened till he'd seen her through and vanished like no deer should be able to, but the deed was done the seed was sown, But how now had the master known?

My mother’s season master big and bold, now proven to the other stags checked his hinds, to find the fertile holy sent. Now when he laid his head upon my mother’s frame breathing deeply. He knew it not the same. He roared and bellowed, stamped and reared. Things that make a great stag feared. But my mother stood there, she shook her head and walked out of the group as a hind can do once no longer in season. Her master of that season told her one true thing that he would never take her in to his harem again. She was in truth glad of this, for he was a cruel one.

So the times moved on, the land grew and died and soon it was her time.So in to the woods she strode to the place of her own birth. She told me I was a big fawn even then and unlike others she was forced to lay down to birth me. I remember my first sensation of air cold sharp and so strong, then feeling it travel in to my body and with a cough life flowed in to me. My mother cleaned me, eating the afterbirth to stop any sent of me drifting. She helped me to my confusion of feet I seemed to have 4 to get in order. She showed me how to feed. The first taste of her rich milk trickled down my throat and warmed me filling me with strength.

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For the sake of plots or plotbunnies that require a baddy.

Seeing how my interest in the forest and TEF has lapsed so horridly in the last few months, I want to try to get that spark back and get interested again. Though being me, I need to be involved with something in order to want to be around.

So for the sake of furthering someone else's plots and getting myself active again... I'm willing to set up Darkweaver as a sort of villain for plot-hire.

Anyone? <3

Well, this is my first blog post here, so I will introduce myself. Hello there, my account reads StagnessBlue, so please call me Blue. I'm 14 years old and I thoroughly enjoy nature, animals, night time, a rainy day, and sketching anything with fur or scales. I've been playing TEF for about 4 years now, but that's not old to me. I discovered it searching for deer games, and it just fit my needs so well. I have two deer accounts, but I only use my main one (pictogram in my avatar) for all said adventures! My deer is a mini who's always losing her look, so she'll always be sporting a different set of antlers and pelts. Currently I'm on a journey to get a fish pelt.

Well, that's pretty much it, hope to see you all around!

Ok, can someone help me with the code to get my siggy pic to stick to the right?

For once while I have been playing this game, the terrible glitches have stopped, and a member called toppledturtle had told me the secret to that--which is moving all the sliders in display to 50%. With great happiness I'm willing to say that there should be no more glitches in this game for me and that you won't have to see me black out or disappear from the game at random times. I suppose it was an overload of information for the connection or server to handle when the game was in high quality. Now it looks like I am in a dreamworld every time I go to the forest, because everything is so soft-looking and there isn't much nature detail---but I like it. It reminds me of my own mysterious flying dreams I had when I was a kid. They don't come as often anymore, but I like to be reminded of them because when I was flying, it felt good to actually FEEL the wind brushing past you and waving your hair, and looking below you and seeing multicolored cows eating the greenest grass you've ever seen in a beautifully fenced-off pasture.

A message from the heart to my online friends: Even though you might be halfway around the world, or living right next door, I want to say Thank You to Jennie, Beorn (DeerLover777), Jevir (TheDaninator), Lady in Red (Vala), Kio (HolyMaria), and Flyleaf, for being my friends in TEFc and The Endless Forest game. It goes without saying that you could look past all the junk and awkwardness on the outside of someone, and see the good in them, or reach out to new or lonely players or members on this site to help them.
"Acceptance - Seeing with your heart, not your eyes." A characteristic of each person or deer mentioned in this blog. Your care and effort for other members and deer including myself and Spartak's are greatly appreciated. We love you!

I am able to access the map, and everything goes fine, until I try to click on someone's picto.
When I try to identify someone trough the map, the pictos send me to page that says,

Access denied
You are not authorized to access this page.

and then I'm logged out.
How do I fix this?

*update: modified the title

Sometimes, if I'm bored enough, I create wild stories off the top off my head, writing them down and reading them to a few people who don't know what to expect. This story is one of those. It takes place on an alien planet which is being destroyed by a massive earthquake of unknown cause. On this planet, creatures who slightly resemble deer are forced to make a choice to stay and die, or attempt to protect themselves if they are flung into outer space from the force of this earthquake.
I think I may decide to keep this one for a history (or backstory) for the character of my deer.