[=12][=orange] Just a small collection of the stuff I write on TEF. Easier to keep track of when I post more stuff. I was hoping this way people would leave more comments and ways to improve and all. Everything is 100 % written by me. Enjoy!

I haven't written about Sparx' adventures for a while. I guess I was running out of ideas and was very busy. =S If you don't really know much about Sparx this is the first of his adventures.
And the one below is the latest!
Enjoy! =)

We sat in a wide meadow of beautiful purple and pink flowers that afternoon. The aroma of their smell wafted into our nostrils, making us feel calm and contented.
We lay down on our backs, our white bellies facing up to the sky and being warmed by the sun.
Serenity was by my side and Latte on her side.
The Two Sister fawns.
Serenity: The deer who is possibly the love of my life. She has eggshell blue eyes and a little bit of a floppy blonde fringe.
Latte: Her sister. An excellent story-teller but does not speak to me much. Her pelt is honey-coloured and she has an overally long fringe covering the right side of her face and flowing down to her chest.
Her one eye showing is blue, like Serenity's.
As I thought and looked up at the sky I realised how much older Latte seemed to be compared to Serenity. Her fawn spots were already fading whilst Serenity still had hers.
I had never thought about it before, but the more I thought, the more I became interested.

I was too shy to talk, of course. So I just listened to Serenity singing. She was really happy, and I was glad. I'd brought her back from the dead, as she tried to save me.
It had only been a week since this terrible incident and we all remained eerily quiet.
Especially Me.
To save Serenity I had to journey into hell itself and bring her back, without being slaughtered by Death. And who showed me?
One of the Twin Gods. Her beautiful silver fur and long flowing mane...She called me Son.
Son...
It was weird to think of myself as one.
I had woken up in The Endless Forest with no clue as to whether I had parents or not.

I was wondering how you keep the white pelts you get from the Abiogenesis stones.
I know you can't normally keep them but I've seen that some deer have them, do you have to do something to do with spellsaver? o.o
Please Help! ^^

[=9]My SpellSaver finally works! I can't beleive I kept putting it in the Impressive Title file by mistake...>_>.

Anyway,
Could someone kindly help me get these two set things so I can save them? ^.^

Set Two-- Crafter

- Magpie Feathers/Antlers
- Magpie pelt (I think it's called that. )
- Skull Mask (If it's possible )

http://tale-of-tales.com/TheEndlessForest/register/pictogram.php?username=Latte
That's my picto. If it doesn't show up for you my picto looks like a diamond sort-of thing with a dot in the middle. At the moment my deer is by the fountain statue that turns your pelt red.

If you've come to help please paw the ground or something so I know it's you. ^^

Another - sort-of- bio thing.

[=9] The forest in the human world was alive with creatures that day. Wild wolves chased hungrily after herds of elk. Owls grumbled to themselves as they tried to bury themselves deeper in their sleeping nests, at the sing song of the birds in the trees. All seemed well and happy, but that day was different...

A small herd of deer had gathered in a circle in the center of meadow , shrouded by the forest.
In the middle of the circle lay a small doe, curled up. She seemed to be protecting something. Her pelt was a beautiful reddish brown, like the shell of a chestnut, her eyes were a hazelnut brown tinged with gold. She suited her name perfectly. 'HazelTree'.
Those two beautiful almond shaped eyes were glaring fiercly at a large stag, the leader of the herd, that was towering over her and the thing she was protecting. In the human world what they were saying was hard to understand, their words came out as grunts and sharp calls. They appeared to be arguing.
A peregrine falcon swooped over their heads, nearly smashing into the large antler's of the stag. He twisted in mid air and landed in the grass, looking at the deer curiously. He was one of the fastest animals on planet Earth. He had nothing to fear. His two gleaming eyes swivelled in his head to survey the area, he saw what HazelTree was protecting.
A small bundle of reddish-brown fur, extrenely fluffy for a deer was curled up at her side. It smelt of happiness and excitement. The falcon guessed it was a newborn fawn...but something was odd about it. It had a large bushy tail, covering it's head as it's parents argued. The falcon hopped forward and smelt the thing was female...it was also extremely tiny. About the size of a kitten. An aggresive thud of the stag's hooves made the falcon turn his attention to the arguing deer.
[i][=yellow] " It's downright unnatural, HazelTree. Get rid of that...that , thing!

A sort of...bio-ish thing? :S

[=9] Sparx' hooves were the only things making a noise that warm evening. His brilliant orange pelt shone under the burning light of the setting sun. The black stripes scattered against the fire-like orange looked like curling claws, reaching down to the underbelly. His antlers covered the area by his head, protecting it. They looked like two giant brown bat wings, poised, ready to take flight.
But Sparx was not here admiring the view, he was here because stories sparked his curiousity. A young stag called Shroud had told of a doe called Crafter, living in a secret place in the forest. She was saind to be the maker of Masks....and coffins.
The only hint Shroud had given to where she was, was this: " When you find the spot, you see: A sea of dark blue droplets, a jungle of twisting vines. Look not with your eyes for her, but with your mind. "
It was confusing for Sparx. How could a jungle be on a sea? he thought.

Sparx, stopped. And looked.
He saw and found a ring of huge, silver birch trees. The way they had grown made them look like guardians, were they protecting something? There seemed to be a dip in the ground , and slowly he moved to the edge of it.
He gasped and understood what Shroud meant.
Infront of him the dip was filled with blue flowers, like dark blue droplets hanging from each stem. Their roots and stems twisted together with bushes and twigs. It all seemed to form a carpet, and it was beautiful. The place looked almost like a bowl, the soil a reddish brown.

He had also heard this Crafter deer was dangerous.
With his heart thudding against his ribs he moved down the edge of the bowl, searching in the vines for movement. He could see nothing but vines. With his nose and hooves, he pushed flowers and bushes out the way , still finding nothing. He had covered the whole 'bowl' by now, and nothing was there. He felt utterly foolish.

Shroud was never a stag to talk much. Some say he was always, 'shroud'ed in mystery.
No-one ever quite understood that strange, young deer. He would remain quiet until the touch of winter filled the forest.
He would never laugh and dance with other deer. He would never gallop and spring about, flicking his back legs up in the air. He would just ...
sit and,
watch.

Spring:

His pelt is that sleek , blue black with a white under belly. His face is of a deer, remaining always thoughtful. On his head are two bumps for antlers, the beginning of the antlers growing.
If a deer approached him , he would turn his back and walk away. If they followed, he would stop and sit down. Wait, for them to leave.
He loved to spend his time listening to the birds. Watching the young rabbits with their kittens hopping about the burrows.
His favourtie spot was under the willow, by the pond.
There, he would look out into the distance. If a fawn approached him and sat down, or begged him to play, he seemed to ingore them, or, he would turn and just walk away.
Not a word was whispered from his lips, not even a sound as he stepped.

Summer:

His pelt seems darker in colour and shines a little brighter in the hot sun. The two little bumps have grown into the next stage. Two black antlers jut up from his skull, they curve in the middle. Although they look small the healthy gleam and texture indicates they are tough.
Shroud now would start to make more sound. He moved around a lot more.
On the brightest, most colourful of days he would introduce him self to several chosen deer.
Two or three. Never more.
When he had performed his regal bow he would trot with them , sometimes even run.

I wrote this down when I was bored, so it isn't perfect,

[=13][=purple]Yellowstone Valley stood silent and still that morning. The sky was beggining to be lit with the light of the burning hot sun. The many animals that inhabited the valley were asleep, deep in their dreams where nothing would hunt them, no winter would starve them.
Then there was movement.
Far up in the mountains a wolf emerged from her resting spot.
Her large pack were still asleep, hidden in cramped burrows, sheltered by trees. She imagined them huddling together for more warmth than their thick coats could provide.
Pressing her paws into the snow she managed to climb up to a ledge carved in the side of the great snow-topped mountain. From the ledge the wolf could see the entire valley, shrouded in the night's darkness.
Two golden orbs for eyes, flecked with green watched the horizon.
This particular part of the day was special to the young female.
Then what she was waiting for came alive. The top of the sun burst from the edge of the mountain peaks, it's great golden rays reached down and fed the valley life and day. The gold shimmered off the silver-white snow making it look as if each individual flake were a diamond.
The valley was rich in beauty.
The she-wolf threw back her head and howled, her eyes were shut and her ears were pinned back against her brown-grey fur. The howl sang out her thoughts and emotions into the sky. The plants and trees seemed to stand still and listen to the song.

An eagle beat it's powerful wings and sailed of the mountain side, a dusting of snow sprinkled off it's white tail feathers. He flew past the howling wolf and let out a cry of freedom and happiness, marking the new day. It's yellow eyes looked down at the valley below him,searching. He took in every detail.

POISON



Under Construction.
Need to find out how to download drawings.

Wow, I've never seen the forest in fog before...the dancing tune sounds different and theres bats everywhere!
And I keep hearing howling, is that a mask or a wolf...? o_O
I also saw a mask I have never seen before! It was red and green and yellow!

I'm probably telling you all stuff you already know but I'm just over-excited.
*deersqueal*

Update:

Can anyone help me think of names for two stags? ^.^
Most of my deer are does, apart from Sparx but his char is meant to be a fawn so I never play him in-forest.

I wanted to create some deer stags because some deers in the forest have antlers, which i have just realised, which are the spring ( i can't type properly, its 6 am nearly. :[ ) antler things.
When a stag sheds his antlers, they are small in spring growing to summer, the velvet skin coming off in autumn and then the antlers shedding in winter! ;3
I just thought everyone has an obsession with those antlers.
I thought they were minature bee's nests at first. o.o