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YOU OLD FAGGOT. He's three years old now :U Technically I have no way of knowing when his real birthday was since he shares Tal's picto and I deleted all of my old blogs, but I'm pretty sure it was around September, and I chose the first like two years ago whee. He's twenty-six in human years now, getting old D8" Still acts like a bloody teenager though whee.
UNIMPORTANT BUT OH WELL HI GUYS TALK TO ME MAN
my shakespeare brings all the plays to the stage
and they're like
gets better with age
damn right
gets better with age
I could cast you,
but you ain't the rage

/dying

[=10]Could you post here and tell me? cB Preferably with a link to your deer's biography, and what you would consider Rut+them to be. Wheee.

Best Friends

Auge absent - once a very dear friend. often had trouble thinking of her kindly after Poltergeist came along, and subsequently felt guilty for feeling that she was a bad mother. occassionally, he fears her.

Fenqua deceased - used to be one of his oldest and dearest friends. enjoyed meaningless flirting with her, but also used to go to her for advice, and simply for company. was visited by her ghost after her death, and finds it difficult to stay in the place for long.

Martisol - one of his oldest, and certainly his closest friend. would go to any lengths to protect this doe, no matter what the cost. misses her dearly, to the point of tears when he thinks about her whilst alone. once had very strong romantic feelings for the doe, only to realise that she had fallen for someone, and it wasn't him. would die for.

Rowan deceased - once a romantic interest, a best friend, and a protegee. he was shattered when she 'died' and was greatly bewildered by the events that transpired afterwards. Rut misses her often, and the peacock set occassionally reminds him.

Tuna gone - his best friend, his partner in crime, the rock to his roll. Tuna means the world to Rutilus, and has been there for him at times when everybody else was too disgusted and angry with him to do the same. she's saved his life on numerous occassions, even without knowing it. and he still hasn't kissed her.

Close Friends

Poltergeist deceased - was almost like a sister to him, and like many closest friends, Rut misses her dearly. the night sky, however, reminds him she hasn't really left him.

under de cut.

WE WANT TO PEACOCK YOU ALL GODDAMMIT

under de cut. /jamaican

[=10]I'd say 'yeah guys, I'm drifting', but honestly I've been drifting for the past two years. It's so difficult to keep up now. It gets harder and harder to keep my interest in TEF. I still adore the game itself, but I just...it's the community that gets me. Don't get me wrong - I love quite a few of you. I even respect some of you. But the people that used to really keep me here are gone - or in some cases, we've just stopped talking.

There are so few reasons I stay here. One is because I hold onto the illusion that one day I'll actually make a character and stay with it, hold people's interests for more than a minute. Stairway and The Keeper were successful - up until I lost interest in them, because the story 'no quarter' pretty much flopped. Really - I go to the effort of writing a five-part story, making up background and character, and I get so very little in return. I know plenty of people have that problem here, and it sucks, I know. Here, you don't get feedback on your writing, and often even your artwork, unless you make a blog complaining about it like I did a while back. And that, too, sucks. It makes you feel like an attention whore. It might even make you look like one, even if that's not true.

I like Moksha as a character. I find his concept interesting. I find that writing him is far from being a mundane process. I enjoy his ability to make friends inforest. I find him to be a good character, all in all.

What I am afraid of is keeping him here. Quite a few of my most precious characters are rotting here - Taliene, Rutilus, Jared, even Lorak. Rutilus is my ultimate pride and joy, and I always hope that he'll become known again like he used to be, but I am so very, very tired of holding onto that thought. I want him to move on and do other things, and he is doing so. I don't want Moksha to rot here like countless other characters of mine.

I miss the community. I miss being unafraid to post on it.

The account Pisces (fictional band) will be used to store information on...well, Pisces, the fictional band, or rather its members.

They will be played inforest, on seperate pictograms.

I really need to stop making new characters, but technically these aren't new TEF characters. They come to the Forest for a break from the human world.

"I'm not staying here."

Clothes, parcels of food, pens and paper, and a single knife; all were shoved roughly into the large brown bag set on the tiny single bed. The room was bare aside from this bed, walls decaying, floorboards cracking, and dust hanging heavy in the air, illuminated by shafts of sunlight through the chipped open window.

He rose, hoisting the bag onto his shoulder, lips pressed together defiantly as stone-grey eyes stared coldly at their maker; his mother. The woman - though not human, for in this realm humans were an inferior species, and admittedly even those that looked like them were often considered so - looked back at her son, tears brimming in greyish green eyes. She shook her head.

"I've no choice. You have one day before I tell him. He'll send the dogs after you."

"Let them come."

The young man pushed roughly past her, and was gone.

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little lotus dweller, how do you do?
we see you crying, yet you smile
you try to keep your peace
but suffer from the condition
as do we all

(changed his markings to black, rather than red)