I don't trust the new world.
The changes, the faces, the lies and the traces of what was...
I hear of a pool of water, that I can only choke on.
If I take a form of ravenesque, shall I flourish.
If I take the form of anything more, I'll die.



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Downloading the new version atm, gonna see what it's all about...Vein's gonna check it out. He wants to be a raven.

Remember Pingüino, my penguin deer?

I'm letting my boyfriend play as him since he can't get the pictogram thing to stop, and can't sign-up with a picto. (no, i'm not there with him, btw --- he's grounded, lol, no guests allowed)

So if you see Pingy in the forest, help him out, he's new :3

Here's his picto:


:3 Gracias, everyone!!! I miss you all!!!

((posted this twice because i forgot the deer's login name until just now, lol))

I has a boyfriend...and he has cable internet, apparently.

If he cleans his room (which is an impossible feat), I may be permitted come over to his house. And he has downloaded TEF.

Who can infer what might happen? Lol.

Fractalline wishes to see the sun setting or the dawn rising, the bats a-flutter or vacant, or the stillness of the night...

Could anyone here inform me when/if there ever is a weather/time change in the forest? x3;;

If anyone would like to...you can send me an e-mail using the "contact" thing when you view my profile :3

If you don't know me...just know I can't play right, so I can't check for myself x3;;

Is it just me...

Or has this place been abandoned, seemingly, by Michael this summer? o.o;

*pokes front page n' such*

Just an observation.

Why must you lie?
Hope and dread are one alike...
Two of the same pair,
Antlers, one without the other
Are a broken set

Why am I a lie?
Points of color on the screen
Could I ever be real
Or eternal fantasy?
I dream of world's collapse, the dark...

My heart
Is an open wound
Pouring billions of gallons
Of blood
Into these antlers;
...
This is my home...
But as the leaves grow dimly
More vibrantly duller
I feel the winter
It's time shall come
And snow shall steal away all prey
I must rest
Rest, now...

There lives a deer in the forest that is totally blind; no sight, no light, no darkness nor other. Their life is full of sounds and wonder, but Refrapo the deer is weak, and cannot move much. He prefers to stay by the Pond.

Once there at the Pond, he would sit still for hours at a time, days and days, just listening to the stream, unmoving, wrinkle with the Pond. It was never-changing, and ever-boring to some...he had no friends. For what fool, whatever so, would like to sit with Refrapo, listening, blind? Refrapo didn't notice; to him, there was nothing else in this world like him.

And so it came that one day, a frog hopped upon the silty dirt of the Pond where Refrapo sat. He croaked, loud and sonorous, like a beast thrice his stature and powerful with size. In the memories sent to him from his mother by birth, he knew to be scared; but knew not of why, nor how to be scared. His fur stood up; the frog lied still.

Refrapo was unsure if the scare had left, wasn't sure if it was near or far, or what near or far really were. He let his neck stretch, his head on the soil. He sighed through his unknown mask, and the frog hopped; it made a splash in the water.

The sound make Refrapo recall his thirst, and he moved his head to drink the unmoving water...only to feel it moving to his lips.

Sound has motion? he thought, aware of movement and of sound, but not certain that a sound could move long after passing. The ripples touched his befuddled lips as they frog swam away, transforming into a fawn a little ways away and leaping out of the water in a flurry.

Refrapo hummed and felt the water stir to his voice. His singing grew louder and louder, until the whole forest heard his spectacle of vocals. They all gathered round him...and watched the pond stir in harmony to his voice. It twinkled and glittered, the waves thinning and parting as his voice fell and rose, up and down. And then his eyes, for the first time opened...

The first time I've gotten pictos to spread in ages!!!

http://endlessforest.org/community/fractalline

There is her picto :3

Is she visible anywhere?

P.S. I sees Sluggs? A fawn...maybe my brain is broken?

A puddle has formed within my imaginary hoofprint, from imaginary dew from the imaginary summer morning. My antlers are woven-up in newly-made spiderwebs, and catch all the little nasty gnats that flitter on by.

Vein sits there, standing, but sitting...such a strange way to be. He is bleeding his weakness out, gnawing on a pathetic, poor imaginary frog that crossed his path. There the imaginary colourful butterflies flitter and flicker away, and the birds in hues of reds and blues make their way across the landscape. It's all fake. Every bit of it.

The quality of a dream is predetermined by my sights previous to now...and dreams have textures that are dissimilar to reality...and fake.

As I enter the real forest, I realize one more: you can only look so close at the dew before there's nothing new anymore.