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Death was an unusual feeling. At first it was slightly chilly, and his entire body tingled as power drained so that it may be absorbed by the world around him. It was never painful, it was a great feeling of relief and contentment.

He felt light, refreshed, a sensation similar to renewed youth coursed through his spirit and he was blessed with mobility. The Hart rose from the body he no longer needed and watched as his friends and family alike all came to say goodbye.

When he was ready, he moved with surreal flexability and grace, travelling up his beloved hill without touching the earth. It was at the edge he paused to look back one more time to those he left behind. They will thrive even without him, and that was okay.

It was a like a gentle pull that lead him to look to the starlit sky, to what will become his new home. Friends passed had gathered, encouraging his spirit to join them in the endless meadows of nebulas and new worlds, all among the great expanse of everything and nothing. When the Red leapt from the hills edge, every great stride he made brought him closer to nirvana where he would be greeted as an old friend.

It was from up there, he could watch and wait in the company of old companions, as those left behind continued to live with their blessings and their hardships alike. When they grow old and it was their time to go, he would be among those who would welcome them into the endless land of stars and dreams.

And someday, when they were all ready, they will live again. A new start in a new life, all a part of the great eternal loop of life that coursed through the veins of the creation itself.

21:00pm, 21st April 2012

As a wild animal, the Red had fulfilled his purpose. He had many fawns, many great and wonderful children to follow in his steps. And they have their children, and in time the bloodline will extend many generations down. The Hart will leave a fine legacy behind.

Virgil laid down, hidden among the tall grasses just below Red Hill. He was alone, just how he wanted. To go to sleep in the peace and privacy of solitude.

Today, he'll be leaving behind many friends. Friends who he did not leave behind on a bad note. He knew they will be okay, they will live, love, procreate and grow old like he did. And perhaps they will even be greater.

Yes, he thought to himself, laying his head on the ground and gazing to the darkening sky. This was a good note to leave on. And after a few more minutes, he took his last breath, and went to sleep for the last time.

The portal then disappeared.

07:30am, 21st April 2012

Another couple of years had passed in the real world since the Red's last visit. It was february 2017 and the hart was aged and tired. Arthritis had set over an ancient injury on one of his hind hooves, and he was slightly underweight. But when he arrived for what he knew would be his last time, he held his head with dignity, accepting what is to come.

There was no air of sadness around the old animal, if anything he was mellow.

00:30am, 2nd April 2012

His purpose in returning has been fulfilled, he therefore no longer had a reason to stay.
Tired, sore, he approached the the trampled earth with the weed in the middle.

The best he could offer was to try to delicately repair the damage around the flower, and hope it is enough.

"I know not if you can hear me. I know not if we will ever meet one another again." He said, lowering himself close to the plant, "but if you can hear me, I hope the best for you; you deserve the best." A quick glance around at the many friends gathered, "you are in good hooves now."

A few minutes had passed before the older hart rose again. It was time he took his leave.
During his stay, he had rebonded with many friends and even made a few new acquaintances. But his heart ached terribly, and staying would do him no good.

It was time to go home, back to where another scottish winter awaited his return.

23:15pm, 27th March 2012

He emerged forth from portal, leaving his homeland and tentatively stepping into the lands of TEF. The Red had aged since his last visit; two years have passed in the real world, whilst it was a mere month in the lands of The Endless Forest.

The Stag was greyer than his last sighting, and he sported a magnificent set of antlers in the most prime of his age. And whenever a sound came forth from his lips, it came with a far more mature voice. Infact the Stag was hardly recognisable if not for his scent.

His presence in the forest was no coincidence. He had a strong feeling that for some reason, still unknown for him, he had to be here.
So he'll stay until the matter has been resolved.

02:45am, 25th February 2012

Briefly visited the TEF lands, wandered his old trails, left his scent on his favourite tree on Red Hill then left.
Upon leaving, he trod on and damaged the poppy that maintained the portal's existance. This therefore has damaged the portal, and caused it to behave differently by desynchronising time between the real world and the realm of TEF.

Goodnight Red - Misako, from Gehirn's perspective
Tribute to a father - Silverpaw15, from Zacharias' perspective
Goodbye, Red Warrior - BrownLupine, from Trees' perspective
Too Late - parrotsnpineapple, from Sterre's perspective
I will carry you on until the world subsides. - Iaurdagnire, from Iaurdagnire's perspective

Forever - Art and Short Story by Apeldille

Starfall - Remembered by Kaoori
Memories - Remembered by OkamiLugia

Comment Responses - quadraptor, Dinamo, Zergarikiaka, Lung, RikkaChan & Zom.B

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Name Goes by "The Red" and has a nickname of "Virgil", real name is his unique scent. Gender Hart - Stag - Male - ♂ Date of Birth 03/06/2004 Date of Death 06/02/2017 Species Cervus Elaphus Scoticus (Scottish Red Deer) Residence Loch Lomond - Scotland Scent Dirt, Stagly musk

You are my Muse, my Inspiration. A part of my Heart and Soul. You were there when no one else was, and you never let me down. You were more than just a character to me. And I thank you so much for all the things you taught me. I have aged a lot, made and lost friends, and you were there, like a guardian. I love you so much, my deer Red. Rest well.

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The Red is my character, and although a lot of the time he is played as "IC", I, as his player take full responsibility for his actions.
If you find any of his actions bring you discomfort, please feel free to contact me here or by the following addresses:
Email: Veegamer@hotmail.co.uk