Concept + Fan + Screenshot + Other + Wallpaper

Candlelight Nocturne

April 19, 2025 - 7:40am — Widmung

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

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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... ):

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Guardian angel

April 4, 2025 - 1:35am — Tuskle

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

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The march of deer this March (2025. / Image Heavy)

March 14, 2025 - 12:07am — klownda

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.

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Blue Days at the Ruins

March 13, 2025 - 5:41am — Widmung

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

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Widmung

March 9, 2025 - 11:38am — Saater

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

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

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Valaire | Art + Screenshots

March 8, 2025 - 7:33am — Hoodie

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 Grand White Antler Club

March 2, 2025 - 7:33am — Widmung

On the first day of March, Saater, Eris, and I met two stags running around the forest. They joined us to our company. I also met a new player as well.
We frolicked around (running and dancing) as we casted forest magic onto our antlers, matching Eris's set. Each one of us was wearing the grand white antlers.