The air was moist with composted leaves and chilled by a strong wind, drenched in the formalities of a dying season. Trees quiver and bow under the pressure of rising winds, crying a echoed howl of agony through the forest. Hooves scrape at the empty ground; the soil offers nothing but dying grass. Tender roots trapped beneath frozen earth leave all with empty stomachs and hungry eyes. Heads shake with displeasure for the stark outlook of the newest season. A bitter Autumn leaves does thin and stags weary. A large stag stands out from the group, with a dark gray, nearly cobalt pelt and antlers that curved back around themselves like a intricate peice of jewelery worn by the highest nobility. With a shake of his massive head he breaks off into a sprint, passing the towering birch trees with increasing speed, past the sparkling lake whose surface glints like diamonds under the noon sun. Running past the devout followers, praying to the twin gods for good luck and plentiful grasses, past the groups of fawns dozing amoungst the tall grass or frolicking with one another. Feeling the chilled wind whip through his coat and the fresh air flowing through his lungs the proud stag couldn't of been more thankful for such a endless forest.

Oh god how I've missed the forest. <3

But don't worry I hadn't forgotten about TEF. With all this stuff I've been doing to prepare for college my life on here got stolen and in my absence my little fawn Fests grew up. I'v already got a neat anlter set for him but I suppose it's up to him what he wants to become! I'm just thrilled that he's a proper deer now.

Just a few of the things I've been working on:

Curious stag:


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Closeup:


Run Run reindeer (WIP):



Enjoy hehe

I haven't been on TEF in like two days and it was driving me crazy. I got on a good half hour ago and de stressed by running around the forest for a good ten minutes, ignoring other fawns and just flat out sprinting. I ended up at the old church where Fest had fun dancing with some pretty cool adult deer. I've found I'm spending more time in the more pine covered part of TEF just sitting quietly and enjoying the forest.

What's the moral of the story? WEll after a longe stressful week TEF was just what I needed.

Obviously I'm new. I mulled around for quite some time as an unnamed stag due to the lack of registration and the fact I couldn't seem to find someone to adopt from; but now I have a lovely fawn to grow up with all on my own. And that being said his namesake is also my own, and he is named Festschrift meaning: A volume of learned articles or essays by colleagues and admirers, serving as a tribute or memorial especially to a scholar.

I'm actually not sure why I chose his name, it just sounded like a proper deer name. He is mostly a loner, despite being a generally friendly deer. I'll be sure to write up his bio next, along with whatever else I can conjure up about him.