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Wolves asleep amidst the trees
Bats all a swaying in the breeze
But one soul lies anxious wide awake
Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths
For your dolly Polly sleep has flown
Don't dare let her tremble alone
For the witcher, heartless, cold
Paid in coin of gold
He comes he'll go leave naught behind
But heartache and woe
Deep, deep woe
Birds are silent for the night
Cows turned in as daylight dies
But one soul lies anxious wide awake
Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths
My dear dolly Polly shut your eyes
Lie still, lie silent, utter no cries
As the witcher, brave and bold
Paid in coin of gold
He'll chop and slice you
Cut and dice you
Eat you up whole
Eat you whole

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There was once in the world a poor man who had a wife and two children, the elder a girl, the younger a boy. The poor man went out one day plowing with two wretched little oxen, his only property; his wife remained at home to do the cooking. The girl, being the older of the two children, was often sent out on short errands; upon the present occasion, too, she was away from the house, her mother having sent her out to borrow a peel, the dough for the bread being very nearly spoilt for having been kept too long in the trough.
Availing herself of the girl's absence, the mother killed the poor little boy and hid him in a pot of stewed cabbage. By the time that the girl returned, her dear little brother was half stewed. When the mess was quite done, the woman poured it into a smaller pot, placed the small pot into a sling, and sent the food by her daughter to her husband who was in the field.

The man liked the dish very much, and asked the girl, "What kind of meat is this? It is very nice."

"I believe, dear father, mother had to kill a small lamb last night, and no doubt she cooked it for you," replied the girl.

But somehow or other the girl learned the true state of things, and the news nearly broke her heart. She immediately went back to the field, gathered up the bones of her little brother, carefully wrapped them into a beautiful piece of new white linen and took them into the nearest forest, where she hid them in a hollow tree.

Nobody can foretell what will happen, and so it came to pass that the bones did not remain very long in the hollow of the tree. Next spring a crow came and hatched them, and they became exactly such a boy as they were before.

The boy would sometimes perch on the edge of the hollow, and sing to a beautiful tune the following words:

My mother killed me,
My father ate me,
My sister gathered up my bones,
She wrapped them in clean white linen,
She placed them in a hollow tree,
And now, behold, I'm a young crow.

Petra

5/17/15
P: Healthy.
M: Fine.

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Name: Petra
Pictogram: X.
Gender: female
Species: Cervus elaphus montanus
Red Deer, Carpathian subspecies.
Size: about #11. Larger than a typical red hind.
Age: Mature. 2-3 years?
Scent: leaf litter, musk, etc.
Reference:

Skittish | Distrustful | Self confident | Instinctive

Very much a feral doe. Dominated by instinct, though now capable of reason and speech.
Distrustful of unnatural looking animals- need to avoid detection by predators. Since the majority of the forest's inhabitants are strange looking, this'll definitely be a major obstacle to overcome.
Herd animal. Will likely seek out other feral deer.
Originally from the forests of the Carpathian Mountains, wound up in the forest through some freak magical accident (?).

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Veit

Veit vår sola ahllten skin
fauglan kvitter
inger grin
veit vår stårsan e bra fin?

Veit vår gräse ahllten e
brano grönt
å grönar tre
veit vår all får vae i fre?

Veit vår ingenting e svårst
å e öft
e huskut kort
om nättran er e lagom mårt?

De e västa
nola vaerln
å åsta
sönna hagan
nola västa sjön
å sönna
åsta dagom

Man,
kjårdda ge se, de vål vårn
snön, han smähllt bort
baer vål gårn
sjön å himlen, bå vål blå

Vaerla vaken, lauve grönt
sommarn artu
som mae drömt
Vaermen! som mae trodd mae glömt
Ongan näckjen! Uttan krim!
Hör på fauglan!
Melodin!
A momma glöm bort krämpan sin!

TEXT

Once upon a time... [insert story here]

The name of this font is very punny

Blah

Blah

Blah

SCREECHES

wow look at this

a different custom font here

It's hard to get a solid breath down here
My lungs are burning
The pressure is as thick as my fear
But it's worth what I'm learning
Cause down in these depths I can see
Our history unfurling
Come, I'll show you what we've lost
X

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The Crow's Nest
There was once in the world a poor man who had a wife and two children, the elder a girl, the younger a boy. The poor man went out one day plowing with two wretched little oxen, his only property; his wife remained at home to do the cooking. The girl, being the older of the two children, was often sent out on short errands; upon the present occasion, too, she was away from the house, her mother having sent her out to borrow a peel, the dough for the bread being very nearly spoilt for having been kept too long in the trough.
Availing herself of the girl's absence, the mother killed the poor little boy and hid him in a pot of stewed cabbage. By the time that the girl returned, her dear little brother was half stewed. When the mess was quite done, the woman poured it into a smaller pot, placed the small pot into a sling, and sent the food by her daughter to her husband who was in the field.

The man liked the dish very much, and asked the girl, "What kind of meat is this? It is very nice."

"I believe, dear father, mother had to kill a small lamb last night, and no doubt she cooked it for you," replied the girl.

But somehow or other the girl learned the true state of things, and the news nearly broke her heart. She immediately went back to the field, gathered up the bones of her little brother, carefully wrapped them into a beautiful piece of new white linen and took them into the nearest forest, where she hid them in a hollow tree.

Nobody can foretell what will happen, and so it came to pass that the bones did not remain very long in the hollow of the tree. Next spring a crow came and hatched them, and they became exactly such a boy as they were before.

The boy would sometimes perch on the edge of the hollow, and sing to a beautiful tune the following words:

My mother killed me,
My father ate me,
My sister gathered up my bones,
She wrapped them in clean white linen,
She placed them in a hollow tree,
And now, behold, I'm a young crow.

Upon one occasion, just as he was singing this song, a man with a cloak strolled by. "Go on, my son," he said, "repeat that pretty song for me! I live in a big village, and have traveled a good deal in my lifetime, but I have never heard such a pretty song."
So the boy again commenced to sing:

My mother killed me,
My father ate me,
My sister gathered up my bones,
She wrapped them in clean white linen,
She placed them in a hollow tree,
And now, behold, I'm a young crow.

The man with the cloak liked the song very much, and made the boy a present of his cloak.
Then a man with a crutch-stick hobbled by. "Well, my boy," he said, "sing me that song again. I live in a big village, have traveled far, but have never heard such a pretty tune."

And the boy again commenced to sing:

My mother killed me,
My father ate me,
My sister gathered up my bones,
She wrapped them in clean white linen,
She placed them in a hollow tree,
And now, behold, I'm a young crow.

The man with the crutch-stick, too, liked the song immensely, and gave the boy his crutch-stick.
The next one to pass was a miller. He also asked the boy to repeat the pretty tune, and as the boy complied with his request the miller presented him with a millstone.

Then a sudden thought flashed across the boy's head, and he flew to his father's house, settled on the roof, and commenced to sing:

My mother killed me,
My father ate me,
My sister gathered up my bones,
She wrapped them in clean white linen,
She placed them in a hollow tree,
And now, behold, I'm a young crow.

The woman was terrified, and said to her daughter, "Go and drive away that bird, I don't like its croaking."
The girl went out and tried to drive away the bird, but instead of flying away the young crow continued to sing the same song, and threw down the cloak to his sister. The girl was much pleased with the present, ran into the house and exclaimed, "Look here what a nice present that ugly bird has given to me!"

"Very nice indeed; very nice indeed. I will go out too," said her father. So he went out, and the bird threw down to him the crutch-stick. The old man was highly delighted with the gift; he was getting very weak, and the crutch-stick came in useful to him as a support. "Look here what a strong crutch-stick he has given to me ! It will be a great help to me in my old age."

Then his mother jumped up from behind the oven and said, "I must go out too; if presents won't shower at least a few might drivel to me."

So she went out and looked up to the roof, and the boy gave her a present for which she had not bargained. He threw the millstone at her, which killed her on the spot.

Thus far goes our tale. Here it ends.

The Endless Forest

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