Idle Passions (Little snips from Moss and I)

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Green trees shade bright-hued blossoms as they blanket this place in intermittent patches. Anywhere the flowers were not was painted rich emerald with succulent grasses that spring up after being crushed. They just come back up after your hooves leave them. The blades of grass feel so soft between your toes as you meander through the wood.

Meandering along many deer come to find the spots of warm sun quite comfortable in comparison to the cold-shoulder shade and sometimes they feel the opposite way. It is all depending on the season. This place... it is paradise.

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A symphony of bird-calls and the trickle of water like the keys at the dextral end of an ivory piano are the greetings one receives upon entering the Birch. Even the sounds of hooves create euphoria, stroking the ground like drums as moving bodies pluck the grasses like harp-strings and tap them like cymbals. The angry sound of a violin being scratched resounds each time a body passes through the giant bass-drum trees, and the trumpet of each calling deer echoes behind it. The bright gold of the entire world seems to proclaim elegance and pomp; while hiding within are the significant singular players that make it up, if one only takes the time to look.

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Deep into the night the drums may be beating. Hooves may be itching to join in a playful dance. With a hop, skip and a jump one might catch the fever and forever crave the playful evening.

_{-Especially dedicated to those who played with Moss for awhile on the evening of June 2, 2012. You all were quite infectious!}

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Leaves crunching under-hoof echo in the empty world. What once was black and white was now a dull brown. The forest echos with my footfalls... for I am alone here. I have no light to guide me and no voice to call out, for I don't need it. There is no one to talk to, anyway.

_{-walking as a nameless disconnected.}

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Overhead the trees swayed and creaked like a ship on gentle seas. Beneath their sheltering canopies the forest was calm and cool, the breeze weaving through the trunks and boughs to caress all in its path with a welcome cool. It was more welcome, though, to those who had just returned from the Birch's sunny heat. What was comfortable the evening before was now unbearable, it seemed. The haven of the First Forest was akin to air conditioning, one could think; and the stag was loving it.

Shuffling to a darker part of the wood to find some shade, the stag felt his muscles finally decide enough was enough. Panting, he lay in the cool moss and grass beneath a rather large oak. No, it wasn't the Great Oak. It was just an ordinary, if not rather large and incredibly shady, oak tree. He panted despite his human face, being unable to sweat to cool his large body. Without the long snout of a deer, the bull had to lay his cheek to the forest floor to rest his weary neck. One of the antlers he sported propped against a root, keeping his big ear from touching the earth until he let the soft and thin-furred auricle droop to the ground. With it there, the stag could hear something that anyone might want to: The heartbeat of The Endless Forest.

Sometimes erratic but often steady thunder, the heart of the forest beat strong. It was made of the thunder of hooves, the rumble of falling water, and the movement of magic between the roots of the trees. Though from his place it seemed fainter, by the Great Oak one did not have to place an ear to the earth to hear it. It hummed, the life of the forest hummed beneath them.

And more of the inhabitants of this wood forgot to just stop and listen. And even more were too wrapped up in their lives. More waited until they were old and frail... but those who just took the time to stop and listen to the beat of the Forest's heart were those that the Forest would remember: those who took the time to listen.

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_{Screen ie by Amaz <3}
It's something special, this playfulness. The water lends itself as a cushion, still rippling as hooves pass atop it, yet not feeling welcome enough to envelop the bodies of those who romp atop lillypads and startle the halloween's fishes. A rainbow and a sketch melt in and out as they laugh the same laugh and frolic the same way. What were to turn into frog princes can walk on water like mythical gods, but only if they believed in the magic enough. I do believe in The Forest, I do believe in The Forest, and I love its magic: Water Walking.
_{-Walking on water with Rumen}

May 24, 2012 - 12:56am — Seed

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May 24, 2012 - 1:28am — GlobalBeauty

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<3 Thank you for the track, Seed~!

Siggies by Carry & Amazengalo

May 24, 2012 - 8:01am — Embyr

YES lovetrack

May 24, 2012 - 9:39pm — Nimariel

I love your writing c:

I love your writing c: tracking.

This land is made of love and peace!

May 24, 2012 - 11:13pm — wingeddeer

Ohhellodontmindme Love

Ohhellodontmindme
Love <3

May 25, 2012 - 8:13pm — GlobalBeauty

<3 A second snippet for you all!

June 1, 2012 - 8:55pm — Nimariel

Musical, the words and theme,

Musical, the words and theme, this new snippet. I approve

And glad that the Birch Forest got mention by your writing; it's underrated :|

June 10, 2012 - 3:55pm — Nimariel

Playing as a nameless

Playing as a nameless connected; you receive a strangely free feeling. Yet, disconnected; the Forest is still beautiful, but it's so empty. Liking the topic of the most recent one c:

June 11, 2012 - 1:01am — Anjali