please do ignore and not comment so this is bumped down (:

(Disclaimer: I really don't swear like at all usually. But, I do have bad days so some of the entries might contain swear words. Track and view at your own risk. Image is by the amazing AlisonRobin)

So I sort of adopted myself to a random deer that I've been hanging with. xD
I decided I'm just going to make a blog out for her in the case she looks at the map and clicks my icon... thingy... :I

Hurllow, jeweleye2! If you see this comment or something... I don't know. xD

hello i'm editing screen shots when i mean edit i don't me all the fancy shading i can't do that but i can make like sppech bubbles and funny things etc
here is one i edited here http://endlessforest.org/community/screenshots-17

[Blank]

So as the title says, I have everything I want for this account's deer except the DotD mask. If anyone could help I'd be very grateful! I'll be hanging out by the god stones. ^^

EDIT: Wearing the magpie pelt and argus/key antlers. No mask. My picto is: http://tale-of-tales.com/TheEndlessForest/register/pictogram.php?usernam...

EDIT2: Well, gonna go for now. My aim is Zurui Okami for anyone who finds they can help me later. And I'll keep checking back here too.

EDIT3: Thank you so much to whoever helped me! I didn't catch your picto. >.> You made my day!

this game is called Waiter theres a ___ in my soup! i got it of WQ
heres how it goes
preson 1: Waiter theres a cheetah in my soup!
Preson 2: did you order puma soup in sted

then preson2 complanes about something in there soup and so on and so on
rules: you must awniser why somethings in the presons above soup and complane about somthing in your soup

thats it!

i will start
Waiter theres a cat wearing a suit in my soup!

Shades, shadows, memories of old
Passing through the Forest hold
Their heads once held pictograms gold
But now they wander namelessly cold

I watch them pass many a deer
Who seem to miss those that appear
So I conclude that their presence here
May only be seen by those without fear

They call and call and ask for aid
Their voices quiet like a whisper fade
Those that hear run off afraid
Fearing they disturbed a deceased shade

I approach and try to assist
But they wander away, my help missed
I sigh and watch them vanish in the mist
They must not even know I exist

I go my own way into the Forest alone
Quiet and calm with little a moan
Until I become lost in the Ruin's throne
I sit in my cradle and rest my bones

Here all around me are those long dead
Who slumber without worry or dread
It's here I realize my thoughts were misled
Wanderers know always where they tread

I close my eyes and begin to rest
Settling quietly here in my nest
As shades and shadows linger depressed
Their situation mine not to contest

Click here for more info






It was three o'clock, the witching hour, a common time of the night for the more restless deer to be wandering around. While the fawns slumbered and the does huddled with their mates, Laghodessa haunted around. She was bored tonight, and wide awake. Not a good combination.

There were the usual night-goers such as owls that hooted and broke the silence, as well as a rustle in the foliage of a rabbit that could not sleep as well. These held her interest for only a moment before she walked past. She was in a strange mood, as if something was missing that she searched for...or more specifically, the Forest was too quiet and she wanted some excitement at 3:00 in the morning.

She went to the Pond, and watched for a short while. The rippling waters let off a nice sound, but it bored her after a few moments, and she was gone once more. She began to head to the Ruins when passing by the Old Oak, she heard a noise. Turning, there was a brief flash of light.

"Hmm?", she mused to herself, and approached to see what was going on.

Within, there was someone standing over a fawn. She didn't recognize him at first, but she was more surprised at what she saw going on. Above the fawn was something peculiar...a mass of black smoke that had tiny tendrils, lashing out at the one standing above it. "Easy now...", the stag spoke, as the fawn beneath squirmed and shuddered.

Laghodessa watched quietly as the stag touched his antler to the smoky mass, and suddenly it burst into light, shimmering in hues of pinks, blues, and greens. The fawn settled and breathed a sigh of relief in her sleep.

The stag turned and was surprised to see Laghodessa there.