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Thoughts

We come here as inderviduals
To come and play again
When it's time to say good by
We're never quite the same.

We share so much of this world
with those not known to us
We share our pain our joy our love for this game.
And give undying trust.

When we loss freinds & family of our homeland to the darkness
Never to return
There will always be a light within this forest.
An a place for us to morn.

And through those over cast branches where shadows love to tread
skip the living memories of those now dead.

Light will find it's way and burn the darkness bear.
Leaving us alone with those around who will care.
We feel alone are skin rubbed raw, but never turn away
They stand behind you to your sides, there to gide your way.

So in the forest skip along, gallo,p laugh and play, and when you need to talk, hay man thats ok,
For behind the forest, the grass all wet we stand in the shadow of the gods ready to lend a hand and beat the bad against impossible odd's.

A comminutee is what we are, we're there to lend a hand, to help and spam and make things right any way we can..
So no matter what that big deer did or who moo'd all day night, Who stomped there hooves, jumped out on you and gave you a whopping fright, When every you guys need it were here both day and night.

(Group hug to everyone)


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mhhep!

The heart against the feather
The soul against the clock
Pray to which every gods you worship,
Before the time douth stop.

For no flight will come if the heart has (broken) given out

The weight must balance out
No matter what the size
Heart and Feather
Feather and heart
Freedom and desire
Both know how to burn upon the pyre

For all shall fall by there pride.
Wings spread wide
Filled with unresisting pride
Heart full to bursting
Rise above the cursing
Soul Glowing bright
Able to face all deamons of the night

A victory is grand
no matter what the size
But always remember
There really is no prize

What is broken
must be fixed
With heart , mind and soul
Otherwise shall open a deepest type of hole.

Thyne wisdom shall glide ye to the true gold.

Your wings be strong
Your flight is full
Your head is high and gay (old english means Happy)
But in the vastness of the blue
You are not only you.

Beneth your wings they glide
Like golden shimmers in the air
They hold such feeling for surely they do care.

They hold you steady
never letting you fall
They smile and dance around you
keeping your cool.

They turn the north wind aside
They Guard your name from those who lied
They stand over you through the poring rain
They sit beside you and feel your pain.

Though they are but names upon a brezzes
whispered form time to time
Traveling within dreams
Guiding and giving
There and gone
No matter where
They will stand
Surround you
Till the song is sung
Till the end of time.

In a tree weighed down with blossom
Made light by grace of song
No prison holds the mind
As the mind is alway strong.

A song as old as time
A heart golden as the sun

Surround buy those who dance
Prace and play
These are the ways to spend the day
Golden wings reflect the light
Banished are the fears of night.

Free sprits gather Under the brightness of this one.
To share a pleasure of a scone.
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Corvidae's Flights in the Forest






:Today:


On waking I noticed an unplesant sickly sweet odour to the air rising quickly I took flight across the forest following the trail. Stopping at the tall stones to check the sent I charged on. On arriving at the Great Fir I witnissed a fearful sight. The dark and rotting form of Baal The Bloody was awake and reaking havock. It seemed that a fawn and a stag had cast small amounts of forest magic on this creature awakening it in a foul temper. I felt pity for all of them. I took defensive action placing myself between the mad beast and the trembling fawn dodging blows from the cracked bone antlers as they slashed at my frame. The stag had vanished and then reapeared casting another spell. It seemed to be trying to draw the monster away, but it only seemed to enrage it more. I felt my anger orise what gave this brute the righ to be like this I roared and roared as my blood rose. It seemed to back down.

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A thought for complaints & there owners update

Hi everyone,

Of late there has been more and more bad busness in the forest and on the forums which is bad in it's self. So Heres a few thoughts: (partly in response to a complaint blogg)

People play TEF to relax enjoy the game and admire the workmanship of the design. The builders of this site have worked their socks off on a very small tight budget so we are very luck to have all these things.

Everyone does HELLO posts alot of people dont have friends or MSN/ chat places. So when they come here the first thing they do is be polite and say hello, testing the waters, then once welcomed they build up from this. It's good maners and a friendly thing to do.

Deer charcters are as indervidual as their owners. (Otherwise we would be drones)

Some deer represent the hidden emotions, wants, and dreams of the player. A neverous person may have a bossy deer, It natural for humans to do this.

Just because a deer is shy does not make them bad. (it could be a new player or someone who does not want to interact with others) Enigima is shy sometimes so what.

Aggression should be a last resort. It's not clever to be bullies (Yer i lernt that one myself and thanks to my cousin lernt it hard way) If angery go beat up a tree like Enigima does (somewhere deep in the forest) dont take it out on other players unless Roleplaying.

There are multible ways for inderviduals to interpritate the moves, some deer see rearing as aggressive some call it a forest hug. Pawing the ground can mean follow me or bring it on.

I am yet to see an EMO deer and i have no idea what one looks like? Is is red and talks about potty training with a big yellow bird as it's friend?
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The mother of Flyra's Story (My first writen bit)

I've nevr tried this before. so sorry about the poor quality. Flyra i hope you don't mind me doing this.

Starfire flyra's mother was head doe for the Northen wandering deer Herd. She was not only the Beutifulest doe, but one of the wises and knowllageable in the region.
As head doe she had a strong say in any plan the herd had from feeding grounds to traveling direction. Durring the autum rut if there was trouble amonst the hinds over a stag Starfire would step in and designate that stag to a lower ranking female. This made her popular with some and hated by others. Though none would dare challenge her outright. She had given birth to one son and two daughters in the last few seasons all her calves were strong and healthy, which in turn made her very attractive to the stags in the herd.
That year no Stags had caught Starfire's eye and she felt disipointed with them they all seemed so dull. They would charge in lock antlers and strut around bellowing. There was no thrill no danger everything was like a well rehursed dance.
So on The next full moon decided on what she wanted she Left the herd, Travelling the whole night. She saw scats of many creatures inculding Bear, Wolf, and linx, but not deer.
By morning As the mist rose she laid down shaky legged under a rock formation in the shade, She began to rumulate her last meal, thinking of the situation she was in. To her left somthing moved, She turned and rose only to find herself facing a lone wolf. It was a youngster that had recently left it's pack. Eager and headstrong. How had she been so foolish to not have sented the area. The wolf seemed to sit back. She relaxed slighty "Not hungery are you wolf" she smiled. Without sound or warning it sprung. Starfire's legs were weak from her journy she could not move. Instinctivly she closed her eyes awating the sharp pain and darkness of death. TUD! the sound rang though her skull, There was no pain though? was this death?
Silence.
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