The feeling of warmth on my nose brought me round. A dash of sunlight had penetrated deep through the trees and scrub to me. I embraced its glow and warmth with my eyes. Slowly I moved my ears around listening for the smallest sound. All I heard was silence.....deep deep silence. I struggled to my feet as quietly as possible not knowing what might be listening, my sides burned where the plants thorns has slashed me. I licked the cuts as best as I could remembering mother advice to keep cuts clean. At first the cuts bled more but soon they began to dry. The pain seemed to go to a dull throb. The taste of blood filled my mouth, what for a pool of cool clear water to wash the taste from my mouth. Instead a nibbled at some bramble leaves though they were not very nice either. I sniffed the air, there was a slight whiff of decay.... yes that was what it was called decay. I knew this was old. For an instant the images of the doe in the glade entered my mind, I banished them with a shake of my head. Tears though still filled my eyes.

So with my nerves shaking I stepped from my safe place in to the forest. My journey was slow. I was not going to be caught unawares. Yet the feeling of being followed had begun to nag at my mind. It was not the monster, but something as dangerous yet not mad. I stopped and stared in to the gloom of the trees. ... Nothing but shadows.

The sound of running water came to me, I followed it feeling that a drink my calm me and wash my mouth out of the taste of blood.. Drinking was not that important to me as most of my fluids came from my food, So when I drank I would drink deep and continue on. I soon noticed other deer slots on the ground as it became softer. I decided to skirt round and use the bushes to help break up my shape. I soon saw the water a small creek winding through the trees. A strange new smell entered my nose. The smell of water & earth and something else.

I'm running
running so fast
So hard
Got to keep running, The monster it's coming.
Must hide, must not let him find me.. He gaining. Oh why was I so foolish........

Blinks


I had laid by the side of the twitching hind hoping to offer her some comfort and warmth. Her eyes never opened, all she seemed to do was twitch and shake. I hoped if she woke she would not drive me off. Not being of her blood. I hoped she might know mother or know where to find her. I laid there yet felt no warmth from her. Only the buzzing sound of her breath. I must have dozed by her side my fatigue over took me and I slept for the whole day. Dusks shadows sped across the land. Then it happened.

I woke with a start to a sharp sound and looked up. My breath froze in my lungs. Stood over the hind above me was the monster. Glowing in the darkness its crown seemed bigger than before. It’s eyes glowing red, teeth bared, its stench filled my nose. It rose on its hind legs and brought its front legs crashing down. I rolled back as the cloven hooves slammed in to the hind I had laid by. The sound of bone snapping was so loud, It echoed in the woods and then silence. His hooves had smashed through her. Now her body started to buck and dance, and from it poured, maggots and other creatures, writhing in a bloody mass. Flies poured from the doe’s mouth in to an angry swarm their macabre feast having being disturbed. The air became putrid choking and festering. I gaged and choked trying to not breathe in the rotting stench coming from the hind.

I leapt to my feet as the monster struggled to free its front legs from the doe’s rib cage. It seemed to have become trapped in her. Its front drenched in gore, it seemed to rain blood around me as it thrashed around trying to break free from the hind...... I ran.

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!