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Sunday Night Concert with the Family + Two Bonus Portraits

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Saaterian Tower Dance

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Family Portrait No. 2

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Saater's Deep Blue Day

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Variations On A Portrait of Arabella

Everyone gathered in a towering concert this busy Sunday night. We climbed very high that we almost touched the sky. Laughing out loud
I want to thank all of you for being a part of today's Sunday Night Concert! I hope that everyone has enjoyed this splendid day!

I have included two new self-portraits that I captured from a viewpoint where I was standing in the Enamel Pit. I hope that you like them!

Have a wonderful evening and I'll see you all soon in the Forest! Smiling

Fjara

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Klownda, for you.

Fawn Yarrow

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The March of the Newbies | New Players Welcome!

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It was past midnight when I spent time with Eris, Saater, and Mewe. More than 3 fawns appeared in the Forest, running around and frolicking. I felt that they needed a lot of help, so I decided to throw a little Forest Magic Party.

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When everyone left the Forest, the fawns came back and wanted to join me for an exploration. I kindly gave them flowers and an assortment of masks and pelts. To their comfort, I even morphed into a fawn in disguise.
We had a blast chasing others around. I was the machine casting every Forest Magic spell on them.
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A Summertime Quintet

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I met a new player who was wandering through the Forest. He was delighted to have his Noh set.
My dearest friends gathered for a little party in the summer heat.
Thank you all for welcoming this kind player! Smiling

My encounter with ‘P’

Dressed, expressing the HOST, with P standing over the new Angel. I’m glad someone can understand Bipolar Schizophrenia, I do have an appointment on June 3rd to see a neurologist, and therapy has been degrading mentally, sometimes. So far, loving to express myself mentally with Masks. It feels like im wearing one right now Shocked

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Rewr mwooo ! ! ! <3 <3 <3

Towering Towers of Deer, Soapy Skies, and Then Some More Towers (2025. / Image Heavy)

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 | Art + Screenshots

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.
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