Concept + Fan + Screenshot + Other + Wallpaper

Rewr mwooo ! ! ! <3 <3 <3

It's been a while since I've posted these but I present to you a compilation of screenshots from these past several months! There is a lot of images, my apologies.
Although, the first order of business; towers from our beloved stunt deer team. We've gotten a lot better at building these.

Featuring baby Culver, the star of this tower! And poor Mockingbird who lost his candles, those were dark times. But, this one is very impressive and took a long time to build.

One may question the morality of this tower's base... surely there were better candidates than tiny deer and Seo is literally getting stomped. But nevermind that, that is a seriously impressive bubble!!

Rindea and her favourite pool floatie <3 alternatively: Rindea drowning Fjara (Again)

Now we get to the not-towers section. Just look at baby Cu here, and his little red nose!! Softest friend Idun here too, baby Culver, beloved Eris and Rindea getting covered by everyone.

Fernelescent the most agile soul, only kicking up dust wherever she goes!

Baby Fjara trying to suffocate poor Saater with bubbles. It is his way of showing love. Ft. confused Seo not knowing what to do about this chaotic group.

Rindea is finally taller than someone, and yet candles are still half of her height. Featuring baby Mockingbird, look at that little guy go <3

Some more bubbles, this time from Porcupine whose birthday aligned on easter this year. She celebrated by losing her ears and becoming an egg in this screenshot.

Moth was not born in the usual way, with warmth of breath and a mother’s gentle nudge- but through a sorrow so deep it bled into the veil between life and death.
Her mother, a young doe, one who dreamed of nothing more than to be a mother, had carried her first fawn with love and hope, only to deliver stillness.
The newborn fawn was lifeless.
Heartbroken, the doe curled her body around her cold, silent fawn, and refused to rise.
For weeks she stayed, her warmth fading as she poured what remained of her life and soul into the tiny form.
And in that quiet, sacred sacrifice, Moth took her first breath.
At the Twin Gods.
Alone.
She never knew the sacrifice of her mother.
The smooth, cold stones are her cradle, the wind between the trees are her lullaby.
She wandered wide-eyed, chasing dreams of a mother she never met, always yearning for connection, for someone to call her their fawn.
And though she has no memory of the one who gave everything for her, the longing of a mother lives on within her.
She seeks out deer who will treat her with kindness- then follow them until it perhaps becomes annoying.

A nighttime concert under the moonlight performing at the Abiogenesis stage.

Thank you all for the wonderful playtime in the dark!

From Jeweleye and Widmung

I tried drawing my little deer avatar. I don't have much of a story yet, but the coat I have now is interesting and I love the mononoke reference (: Next time I will be cleaner with my coloring, though... ):

It felt like they were watching over me. Or maybe it was just a dream...?

Got woken by Ferne mooing at Fjara <3 collected Rindea and Atlas here for a little dance party

Joined by more people, Eris, Cu, two little fawns <3 fjara had a little lookalike for a moment

We found sleepy Saater who we turned into a frog, still he didn't wake.

More people joined, Widmung and Valaire, and Cu decided to fly!

And get yelled at by the fawn

Cuddle pile <3

ft. Saater top right! We didn't forget you <3

lovely sleepy family <3

and at last, a very happy looking Atlas <3

Thank you everyone for playing around, it was really fun to see you all <3 and also kind of funny how we've all decided to log in on a random Thursday

I've missed you all.

I choose to use different hues of Blue in these two rendered images. Done with a special program I used from my computer.

My best friend
https://endlessforest.org/community/widmung

It's sad that candles can't be lighted...

Valaire was born with a pelt white as bone, and eyes the color of ash. The Devouts, the cult she was born to, took one look at her and whispered blessed, chosen, sacrifice. They worshipped the Twin Gods– and saw her white pelt as not just beauty– but as a divine sign.
Though the seasons turned, and her horns began to grow, so too did their unease.

By her second year, Valaire’s antlers outmatched even the oldest of stags—thick, spiraling things, lacquered red like fresh blood. No male could match her. No Devout could explain her- not even the highest Devout. Soon they were calling her an aberration. An oddity. A horror.
The High Devout cast her out beneath a silent sky, cold and cruel, their chants echoing through the pines like a curse.

She wept, alone. Lost. Time not healing wounds, but only causing them to ferment. To rot inside her. Something within her burned brighter in exile. She leaned into it, embraced it. She remembered the rites the Devouts kept only for themselves, and she twisted them with her own will. She sought violence from a young age. Practiced Blood magic. Dark magic. Years passed and she underwent a deep change. Where once she bore the cold, carved mask of the Devouts, she now wore a veil—thin and transparent, red as blood—draped gently across her face like a symbol of transformation. A choice. She had not turned cruel, or betrayed her family. She had simply found herself.

Valaire was older now. Her limbs, tail, and ears tainted black, as if the magic was seeping into her very being. Her eyes tired, aged, yet still burning with festering resentment and unseen turmoil. Her horns pulsed with magic, manifested from feelings within her that only grew with time.

The Endless Forest

Concept + Fan + Screenshot + Other + Wallpaper

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