Pour approaches, his face is worried, the news is hard to bear.

"I know it's not much comfort...", he speaks to you, "but I'd like to offer my body for you to rest."

You lay your head on his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, and he watches you with burdened eyes.

"You know, right?", Pour asks. "You know that if I could, I would take it away. I would give my body so yours could live, you know?"

You nod, and bury your face into his fur. The stag lowered his head, embracing you and softly crying. He feels your pain, he wishes so much for you.

"Listen.", Pour speaks, "No matter what happens, I'm here for you. The entire Endless Forest is here for you. We'll get through this together, don't feel like you're ever alone."

You look and see countless deer standing around you. All different colors and sizes, all different antlers and masks, and all lowering their heads for you.

"We're all here for you.", they speak one by one. "We're all here for you."

Pour nuzzles you, and whispers, "We'll get through this together. You'll never be alone."

(Trade-ish thing for Trigger_Mortis. Info here)

The young stag couldn't sleep. He wandered around the Forest, looking for someone to talk to, someone who also shared the night. He listened for others, anyone awake...

Silence. The entire Forest was asleep tonight. He lowered his head, he was wide awake but his mind wandered. He could wake someone up, but he was too respectful for that.

"The Gods! The Twin Gods are always awake...", Tails said to himself, "...aren't they?"

He scurried to the hill, the two marble statues towered before him. Tails fell to his knees, praying to the gods. "Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't ask for such a selfish thing, but...", Tails began.

"My child, you have no need to explain. We know.", the gods spoke. Tails opened his eyes to see Michael and Auriea appear before him. Tails kept on his knees, bowing his head. Auriea smiled, "You've proven your devotion. Now have your friend of the night."

Tails rose to his hooves, and looking around, he tilted his head curiously, "I don't see anyone.", he admitted.

Michael and Auriea looked to the sky. "The night is clear, and your friend lives in the stars.", Micheal spoke to him. Tails looked up to the stars, tilting his head once again. What do they mean by that?, he questioned in his mind.

The stars were dimmer than normal, but among them were five stars that shimmered brighter than all the others. "Watch, your friend is coming.", Michael said. And as he spoke the words, a form appeared from the stars, running toward them and finally landing on the solid ground.

Tails could not believe his eyes. Before him was a ram, his shape defined by several glistening stars. The ram's eyes glowed a brilliant red, and his frame was more of a blue. The horns from his head were very similar to Tails' antlers.

Heya guys, I had a couple of artworks I wanted to ask for if anyone would make them for me? I was thinking I could write a shortstory or poem for anyone who made one. Would that be alright?

The first two requests involve Quad and my Deadly Trio. (With Quad, you can do either gazelle or zombie antlers, he wears both) One request is funny, the other is serious. The last requests are more simple.

Additional info on the Deadly Trio in their Database here

Funny request:

I thought it would be neat to see a picture of Quad, Iug, Ani, and Nek 'being friends for a day', the picture being similar to this Kingdom Hearts artwork.

I'd like Quad to be in the center, surrounded by the three baddies. Quad can be smiling, look worried, however you prefer.

I was starting to have another meltdown tonight, so I wanted to make this topic for all of us. Just post anything and everything that you are proud about yourself. Anything at all, so that you can look back at this topic when you're feeling down, look back at what you posted, and say, "I'm a pretty cool person."

Legend tells of a pair of baoding balls, the only ones of their kind that were crafted both as a blessing and a curse. They were used to trap the spirit of a great and terrible creature known only as the Fire Deer. The balls captured the essence of the creature, as bits of his fur, bones, and antlers were placed within the iron spheres, and the outside of them were painted with his image - an angry stag with fire all around him. The image was a warning to never use the meditation balls, for chiming them just once would release the creature, and the world would suffer his fiery wrath.

The forest dwellers told their own tale - a noble guardian who could create or vanquish wildfires at will was there to keep their forest pure. With any sense of corruption, the Fire Deer would burn down the affected species, whether it was plant or animal life, but as they died, new life sprung forth from the ashes. The creatures believed that the Fire Deer made them immortal.

When the Fire Deer vanished from their forest, they became worried, not only for his safety but for their own. The trees began to change color, the leaves turning bright orange. The forest itself seemed to mourn the disappearance of the Fire Deer, as the plants all took a fiery hue. The deer saw this change, and knew that something had to be done. The Fire Deer must be found!

Two lives would soon intertwine as the legend of the Fire Deer would grow to fame.



"I'm heading to the Flea Market. Need anything while I'm out?", a young boy asked his mother. She reached into her purse and pulled out a few dollars, "Stop by the farmer's market on the way back and get three ears of corn.

Inspired by the Celtic Blessing. I may add a little more but this was what I had in mind.



May your antlers never burden you.
May your hooves never break.
May your legs carry you to your goals.
May your mind keep all your treasures safe.
May the trees shelter you when you ask of them.
May their fruit be forever sweet.
And when Death comes to claim you,
May you greet him kindly,
For you have have conquered the world with your humility.

*vent writing again, plus it does have violence and gore, so be warned*

In a secluded meadow, a small group of three stags grazed, all three knowing one another but not being related in any way. The oldest had gray fur and his antlers were broken and worn. The second was a little younger but still was experienced in life, he had great antlers that were rarely ever used and dark brown fur. The final stag was much younger than the other two, his antlers only sported a few small points, and he had light brown fur. The two older stags were closer together while the younger had wandered a distance away.

The two older deer's ears perked up. They raised their heads and looked to the southeast. They could hear running...sounded like paws...wolves! "They're coming.", the brown stag said. "What should we do? We won't be able to get far if we ran now.", the older gray stag asked. The brown stag looked to the younger deer in the distance, "We'll let him deal with them."

The older stag tilted his head, "But he couldn't possibly fight them all.", he said. The brown stag nodded, "Exactly, he'll buy us time to escape. Quickly, but quietly, let's get out of here.", he replied.

The two older stags walked off into a nearby treeline. When they had gotten out of the meadow, they ran as fast as their legs could carry them. The younger stag would not hear them leave - his ears were not fully formed at birth, so he had a tougher time detecting movement than they did.

But then he smelled something in the air. Raising his head, he looked around for the other two. They had deserted him, and he started to smell something that wasn't right.

Wolves!, he realized, but it was too late to run. The predators had already found him. There were many of them, at least thirty, all different colors and ages, but all barking and howling at their potential meal.

Continuation of The Grotto of Sorrow, which is the tale of my baddie, Nekumbra. Also inspired by playing her earlier today.

Warning, may be disturbing to younger readers

Two fawns happily played at De Drinkplaats, splashing in the water, transforming into little animals and laughing with each croak and caw. The two had left their mother for the moment, who had wandered off to gossip with the other does about which stags they thought were the most handsome.

While the two little ones played, another doe came toward them. Her black eyes stared at the two with hungry thoughts, and she smiled, keeping herself from salivating. She spoke softly to them, standing just outside the ring of mushrooms as the words came from her lips, "Hello darlings. My, you two look lovely today." The two looked to her curiously, "Do you know our mother?", they asked.

The doe nodded, "Why yes, she told me to come gather you up. Come now, I will take you to her.", she replied.

One of the fawns looked to the other, "I don't like this...", she said to her brother. "Don't worry, she said she knows Mom.", the brother replied. The two started to walk to the doe. She didn't seem dangerous...

In the distance, the fawns' mother heard the screams coming from the fountain. She and a few others raced to see what the commotion was about. As they arrived, they were horrified to see a shadowy deer seeming to hover in the air.

They could not believe their eyes - eight spider legs held the doe up, four on each side of her body. They then saw that she was holding two fawns with her - the younger girl was wrapped up in spider silk and held pressed against the doe's white belly by her legs, while the boy was being gripped in her mouth.

**I know I'm probably crossing some boundaries writing this since I know not everyone in TEF believes in Heaven, but I wanted to write it for my Dad and for my family to read. If this story is offensive to you, tell me and I'll take it down. I don't intend it to be an attack on anyone with different religious beliefs**

The crisp sunlight broke through the white linens, Tommy opening his eyes and sitting up. He sat on a soft, comfortable bed, never having any aches and always having a full rest each night. He looked around at the room - a nice chalet-style house was all his (well, for now anyway), the walls were a lovely brown wood, with a ceiling that rose at an angle. Matching wood cabinets and things were there, and there were a few pictures on the walls from his childhood as well as of his family. The bedsheets had the distinct scent of saltwater to them, which was oddly out of place but made him happy regardless. He looked out the window, seeing a lovely scenic forest. Birds chirped and sang songs he had never heard before, and he also saw a variety of animals roaming around and enjoying the land. He saw an occasional rhino, elephant, zebra, or gazelle walk around - they didn't really fit the environment but it didn't matter to him, he loved watching them anyway.

Getting out of the bed, he put on some casual clothes and walked around in his chalet. He had a library of detective novels and other fiction he enjoyed, including a copy of every James Patterson book ever written. He would come back to that room later and sit in an oversized chair to read Patterson's Maximum Ride. He continued on into a kitchen that had everything from milk, satsuma juice, orange-flavored tea (that was already hot and sweet for him whenever he was ready for it), and even a bottle of Jack Daniel's Single Barrel whiskey that would never run out.

He bathed himself in red
To warn others to stay away.
He wore the poppies in his antlers
To remind himself why he cried.
He shivered and shuddered
To run from a cold embrace.
He wandered to the Ruins
To mourn at the gravestones.
He sat among them
To remember his burden.
He let out a lonely sigh
To ease his suffering.
He bathed himself in red
To warn others...