When I woke up that morning I new something was different. For one the bush Serenity and I slept under was cramped, the branches and thorns were sticking in to me and Serenity was taking up nearly all the room.
Damn bush. I thought, obviously not thinking clearly. How could a bush of grown so much in one night, enough to smother two fawns? I pulled myself out from under the bush and shook off any leaves or twigs. My head felt heavy and I felt taller. Thinking I'd just caught a cold I went to inspect my fur for any scratches from the twigs. Then it hit me.
I'd grown into an adult deer!
My fur was a brilliant orange, like the burning flame deep in the sun, and on several spaces there were brown-black stripes. My head felt heavier because of the fan antlers portruding from my head, they covered the space by me. An excellent sheild and weapon, I thought. I trotted around the small clearing where Serenity and I slept, testing my new strength and headbutting trees with my antlers.
Had Serenity grown to? I cut the bush away from her with my new antlers to check. Her pelt was a beautiful snowy white with a pearly-blue tinge. It had pink specks faintly patterned onto it and her hooves had turned that same pinkish colour. Her face was a deer's face, like mine, and instead of antlers she had feathers growing from her neck and skull. They were not Peacock feathers, or Magpie feathers. They were Snowy owl feathers, white with black dashes sprinked across them.
She woke up and I saw that her eyes had become even more beautiful. Her eyes were normally and eggshell blue but now they had been flecked with silver streaks.
" S-Sparx..? " She asked, wondering who the strange stag infront of her was.
" Yes, Serenity. It's me. " I assured her. Our voices were different, they sounded more..like an adults instead of an over-excited fawn's.
" Wow, Sparx. You grew up, Congratulations. " She smiled at me.
" Thanks, and you did too. Look.

So I've been sent some spelldata from Mikuru (thanks again) and I'm sitll not quite sure how to make it work.
I've tried creating folders, opening it with Spelldata, saving and restoring many different sets and still no luck.

On my computer I'm using Windows Vista/Windows xp or something...I'm not sure. But It's not Windows 7.
I have been trying to move the spelldata all morning and everytime I log into the forest I'm still just a 'naked' deer. D:
There was a read-me but it's just very confusing and I can't find any of the files people mention to me to look at.
Is it even possible to use Spelldata on my type of computer? =/ the make is fairly new.

If it isn't would someone be able to cast the Zombie set on me somehow? ^^;

(Been trying this for two days now, it just will NOT paste. )

A Y L A

The Look:
Eye Colour
Hair Colour
Skin Colour

Personality:
Thoughtful
Energetic
Brave
Caring
Short-tempered
Has a shy side.

Gender:Female
Species:Human
Feeling:Frustrated
Thinking:" What are these dreams? "

About Ayla - [IC]

Ayla has lived through a difficult time. Her mother and father disappeared long ago , a few days after she was born and now recently, her brother has gone missing..but not completely. Her mother, father and brother come to her in dreams. They are not human, they are strange deer-like creatures. Ayla does not know whether they are dreams or reality.
She seeks to find the truth about the forest...coming dangerously close to revealing it all.

About Ayla - [OOC]

I don't know if I'm going to use Ayla as an in-forest deer I may only use her for Roleplay. Her Bio isn't finished I still need to add a drawing and maybe a description of her life.

The Darkness is coming...
But there is The Light.

[i] The Darkness stands at one side of the grassy plain. His eyes are bleached white, put they are mottled with grey and with silver. They have a pearly white gleam, but not of beauty but of pure hatred and of pure evil. His pelt is as black as the night sky its self, which would make sense, he was the one who created it. Then each innocent soul flew up into the Darkness of the night and scattered across it, becoming stars. His antlers are hooked and are curved. They are like the many branches of a wide oak tree. String is tied to each of those branches, and on the ends of the string? Are skulls, the many skulls torn from the bodies of dead and dieing innocent deer that have been consumed by the night.
The Darkness flicks his tail and tosses his great heavy head. His eyes are fixed on the opponent.
Who dares to stop him from murder?

The Darkness did not want to become this beast..
He had no choice.
Hatred consumed him, ate his heart and his soul. Blinded his mind with shadows and whispered him to kill.
The hatred consumed many, and now they are his slave.


The Light stands at the other end of the grassy plain. His brilliant white fur shines with magic of purity. He is the hope, he is a candle in The Darkness. The Protector. His deer face, so handsome and bold is frowning, with concentration and determination. His eyes are like fire, fire that can defeat anything in it's path. But fire will not help, it is a battle of souls and not of strength.
His pelt is like a mirror, reflecting the love, reflecting the joy and happiness. His antlers curl around the top of his head, they seem to be sheilding that Halo baring ones name.
The antlers are white like his fur and curled around those antlers are vines, they comfort him. On each vine blooms a beautiful white flower, their petals reach to the sun.

The night so cold and still,
The forest so eerie and dark,
Shrouded in mystery the secrets hidden in nature.
Shadows spill out across the moss-covered ground,
The ground and the trees are bathed in the rays of the moon.

Then, on the horizon a silouhette,
A shape of a beast.
The long and slender muzzle points to the sky,
The sky is like a wizard's cape,
Curved over the Earth sheilding it from the space beyond.

The beast with eyes like halos,
They gleam like magic the irises a golden-yellow,
They stare and they observe,
They search and they hunt,
They watch and remember.

The beast with a pelt like night,
It gleams like a rook's wing,
In the pelt, scars of the past,
Trophies of battles won and of battles lost.

The beast bares his fangs,
He is the son of the night,
He is the son of The Darkness
but he is....

The Master of Battle.

Thought I'd have a go at poetry, I don't know..

The doe lay on her side, her eyes were shut and her breathing was loud and slowing. There were scratches across her torso, thick red blood trickled from them, seeping across the grass like a river. The blood stained her once beautiful white pelt turning it a brown-ish colour. There was a large wound across her face that had been opened up, if she were to survive, this would leave her face scarred and deformed. Her eyes shot open, beautiful hazel eyes filled with pain and with fear. She cried out in her agony, her ears flickering about her.
A voice had entered her mind, it taunted her, whispered fears into her mind forcing the weakness and life from her. Then the shadows from the trees crept out. they moved across the ground and formed into creatures of The Darkness, their bleached white eyes gleamed with evil.
" P-please, no more! " whimpered the poor doe, her little heart pounding against her ribs.
The creatures advanced, hooked fangs and claws bared no mercy in their soul.
The darkness consumed her, tore her soul from her body, The Darkness spread....
But there in the distance a brave stag stood. A flicker of hope. A flame in the darkness.
He shone like the Sun, his eyes like fire. He threw back his head, let out his brave call.
" I have come for The Darkness. Deer of the forest, run for your lives, The Darkness is coming he will spare none. "
He put his head down, his antlers a sheild and with hooves of iron and a heart of pure gold he charged across the turf ....

The Darkness...
and
The Light...

Sorry If I sound like a whining brat or something it's just that.
Every time I post something most of the time people just ingore it. It's kind of frustrating when I've spent ages writing something then It just gets ignored.
I don't mean to like...try and get everyone to read my posts or force you to. I just felt like saying this.
I'm not planning to leave or anything because of this, I love TEF. Everyone usually seems friendly and I love reading all the poetry and looking at the art and stuff.

Not.

Happy April Fools Day! 8D

I hate April Fools day Everyone keeps playing pranks and I can't trust anything anyone says!
Why do I have to be so gullible...o_e

It was cold that morning. The grass was damp and the air smelt fresh, I was asleep though. My dreams had been different lately..they terrified me but I couldn't tell Serenity or Latte. They would worry too much. Every night as I curled up I prayed for dreams and not nightmares but that was never to be.
My nightmares are confusing..they are hard to explain. I am running through a forest but it is not this forest. Although this other forest is Endless it is not the one I am in..
All the bushes are just piles of twigs, the leaves of the trees are burnt, ash and sparks splutter from the ground in holes that have formed there. All around me, wide stretches of open plains once a forest but now burnt and broken. It's as if a wave of evil has swept through this forest and killed it completely. It is dead. Nothing can ever be more horrifying than a dead forest, and just when I think that's the worst I see shadows across the plains. Familar faces....they laugh at me.
Then I wake up.

There is a loud thud and my eyes shoot open. The forest is different. Has my nightmare come true?
I sit up and look around me. I am calm immediately, the forest is different but not like my nightmare.
The trees are just shadowed silouhettes, like black warriors standing talll and still. The air smells odd, like water. I can not see the blue sky instead their is this blanket of grey and white shoruding the whole forest. I can hardly see in it, and I doubt anyone else can. Birds chirrup high up in the trees, alarmed that they can barely see into the mist. Droplets of mist cling to their feathers, like little diamonds and when they fly the diamonds scatter everywhere, glinting in small rays of sun that have made it through the layer of cloud.
A cloud-like blanket? A wise old deer told me of this before. He said it was weather and nothing to be afraid of.