Unfortunately, without telling me, my parents have sold the home computer to a little used software store...Being the only computer, I won't be able to play in the Forest. And though i really only had acquaintances, I'm gonna miss this lovely site and game until I get another computer. G'bye Forest and community, best wishes!

Oh, my heart died a little...

Sorry for pestering, but I'm curious on how such beautiful blogs are made? I think they're called CSS's, right? How could i make one, please? It would help with bios once i get my character figured out. ^^

{To all that care:} I decided I was really, just, not good when designing Peregrin, and may completely redesign her, or make a new "player"/deer. I made Peri real quick, not much thought, just basic, lol. So, any pointers, guys? Character and bio wise? I appreciate it

I can be the part of a bird that doesn't fly,
I can float on the sea and am always dry.

See me when the sun is out,
I'll follow as you frolic about.

I'll copy my owner through night and day,
What fun! It makes me so happy, so gay!

But, hey, you call me a copycat?
I have something to say to that!

At my mimicking you frown, maybe sneer,
But remember, copying is my career!

I am but a shadow.


A little poem I dug up from my old notebook. Thought it'd be fun to post it here. ^_^

I looked around and saw some of your guy's(?) poems and writing, so I thought id post my own? Thoughts?

Kelpie with skin cold as the dead,
Kelpie who fills our hearts with dread.

Little black horse who proffers a ride,
Trots along loch-shore, chases the tide.

Pony who tempts weary passerby,
Would be rider, doomed to die...

Foolish traveler mounts the beast,
Dreadful beast whom awaits a feast.

At touch rider adheres to beast....
Dreadful beast who has his feast...

Panicked rider lets out a wail,
tugs and pulls to no avail.

Kelpie gallops to loch, swimming down to its bed...
Rider now drowned, rider now dead.

Now the devil-horse enjoys his prey,
Awaiting the fool of another day...


Tada! If your wondering, Kelpies are Scottish water spirits who do what is said in the poem. Nasty things...Just a quick poem i scribbled down, and i need constructive critisism!