So since about Friday or so I've been trying to remember to grab some screenshots of the fun I've been having so far! Unfortunately, I forget a lot because I'm distracted by emote mashing or pretty forest noises or otherwise. STILL! I think I've done a decent job. And now, to narrate!


After marvelous misadventures in the ways of spell casting, Bell had Quamar to thank in returning to her original pelt. The stunted antlers, the old gold fur and the crack whore voice of a mask were the ingredients fit for a grand romp around the ruins. And, nothing was complete without dancing! Bell found herself playing conductor, but with so many new faces her usually bubbly self seemed overloaded. No worries, she was soon joined atop her pedestal for some help from the recently introduced!


Sometime later, days infact, Bell found herself in the midst of a rut-riddled forest (and I definitely have a short story for that, later). Seeking feminine comforts, she opted for a more rambunctious set in the hopes of attracting some stud or another, or maybe she just wanted to show off. Whatever the case, Bell was quickly immersed in her fellow peacock-flaunting fellows. They all quickly learned that the bright turquoise and gem greens looked best when paired with the stark contrast of the Devout pelt, and spell casting ensued!


Lately, Bell had seldom found herself in the comfort of old friends but on one such night, this wouldn't be the case. The original doe, if you will, was quickly discovered by a very enthusiastic Bell. She and 21 (Ephra now?! I'm behind) attracted some fawns, but Bell had to retire early.


Unfortunately, Bell is sometimes naive. She spent time with this dashing stag, forgetting the rut and the significance of flower patches. Slap on her wrist! Either way, he was nice and cordial and she had fun.


Later, Bell met up again with Quamar for more ruins romping and her stag friend tagged along. Name yourselves! I've only been here for a week and I think, besides the old deer, I only can recognize one or two by username, heh.


AND THEN THERE WAS FOG! And creepy dancing. Bell tried but it rather frightened her. She's come to terms with the zombie mask and all that entails, but the giant twist from normally cheerful music to the twisted sounds of her nightmares was unsettling. Needless to say, she's glad that it only lasted a night. Maybe by the time Halloween is in full swing she'll be used to it .


Stretch!


STREEEEETCH!


WALTER. Bell was ecstatic for another old friend! Unfortunately, he was sleeping. She joined him and accidentally shed her sleep magic after waking, once. You can't blame her! Holding a spell that long hurts! She did her best to cough the rest away, however unsettling it was to waste magic.


Walter woke up, but he was rather indifferent towards Bell. Did he not recognize her? She wandered along after him as he made rounds in the forest before finally departing back to sleep. All her waiting for nothing! She was upset, but determined to mend the friendship she had left to break.


Ahem...


And lastly, Bell found the solution! Walter didn't, in fact, recognize her. Silly old man. She reverted back to her original set, shedding feathers and sneezing off fur. They spent the day within the blue flowers, a place she recalled was once a nursery for fawns. But it was the season for rut and if her memory served her, the stag that came to challenge Walter was the one she had frolicked with days previous. Despite her innocent intentions, Bell still felt a little bad on his behalf. Walter won, despite this, and things settled back down.

blahhhhhh. Not much of a narration, sorry if it was boring. I was falling asleep writing this, lol.