My new account name is Apoidea. I will be moving Moss' biography there. The pictogram is the same, I just had my username and password changed.

Reason: My account was compromised and I wanted to make sure the person could not log in and use the account.

_{A writing. Nothing more.}

Moss needs to interact, guys. He's so socially inept still...


His biography is here.




Notes

• Please use proper spelling and grammar. Spell-check DOES exist. I understand it's hard for non-english-speakers, but if you speak english, I want to see it done right.
• Please type at least 3 sentences. Small paragraphs are preferred, but I'm fine with a few lines if you don't wanna write that much.
• Give me effort.
• New interactions are preferable. I'd like for him to meet some new deer!

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Birds echoed each other in the treetops in a magnificent song that played throughout the forest every day emanating from their beaks. Unseen ducks cackled nearby at the pond in competitive laughter as they rooted through the weeds for bugs and tender shoots before the frogs could get to them. Several small plops reached the stag's white ears as he witnessed a fawn chasing the little amphibians. He assumed they had scattered upon feeling the excited babe's hooves pounding the ground as she bucked and bounced. A chuckle escaped Moss' lips at the sight of it.

From where he sat, a bit inside the treeline, the Black and White could see the pond and the bridge both, along with the first half of the brook that led from the Crying Idol to fill the large pool at the end. Deer meandered the length of his vision, most coming to drink or cool themselves. Maybe some were there for the scenery like he was... no, they probably weren't. Moss was in this area of the forest to check on it. The Root System of the trees held the magic: the Heartbeat of the Forest. Moss seemed to be able to check on it. He made sure no synapses were broken. A steady tha-dump could be felt and heard if you concentrated hard enough.

Also posted here.

We all know the characteristic "moos" of the forest. But what I would like to know is how YOU would spell them in the onomatopoeic manner?


Here's how I do it:

Adult deer noise: "Maooooooooooou."

Fawn noise: "Maaaaaaah!"



Feel free to add other forest noises as well.

Commission types: Writing, digital art

Payment methods:
Paypal- Payment due to (pandi.deer at gmail dot com) upon second review
snail-mail- payment due upon second review. Product will be given once payment is received.

-Writings-
Stories: 1 penny per word
Character descriptions: $2-$4 depending on detail. $5 for both personality and physical description at moderate detail. Types offered: Physical, Personality, History

-Digital art-
Single character with no background: $8 USD Example
Single character with a background:$10 USD Example
Any additional characters would be $3 USD extra.

*new*Detailed Portraits: $10 USD Example

Please feel free to shoot me an email at PaleRedCoyote @ hotmail .com to discuss any details!

I need a real deer mask and the carnival antlers for Evergreen, please! Would someone be sweet enough to meet me at the pond? He's wearing the Kirin pelt.

Click.

This is for all of you out there who hate your physical selves. ESPECIALLY those of you who are young kids. No, you don't look inadequate. You're perfect just the way you are.

[center]The trees were just endless streams of brown stripes against his eyes as he moved. A brisk trot had his legs swinging like alternating pendulums. Moss moved through the forest effortlessly and carried with him the rhythm of this place: A tap-tap of hooves and heart. That tapping turned into a low rumble in his ears, mingling with the noise of the blood rushing through them as trees rushed past. The stag hardly paid mind to the world around him as he exercised still-waking muscles in the morning air. The cool air enrobed him, even daring to weave through unkempt fur and kiss his bi-colored skin. The branches of saplings flicked white tines, creating more noises to add to the symphony of things going on in his world.

So many things, so many noises, yet all of them ground quickly to a halt. Two taps was all it took. Two taps that sounded like hoof on wood. Two taps that echoed through the forest and caught Moss's large ears. It seemed as if the whole world took a break. Everything paused.

Tap, tap. The stag's eyes scanned for the sound. He looked left and right, spinning in an almost complete circle. His ears rotated like satellites on steroids. A grunt, and the stag again heard the tap-tapping.

It's funny that I can go in with a picto nobody knows about and be accepted by just about anyone. I am having a TON of fun.


-GB