Kinsha has learned how to clone himself.
Though of course it's unreliable.
And now there's one that won't go away and he has no idea how to get rid of it. XD Kinsha, you fail.

So first, Thyme entered the forest for the first time in almost 2 months. Eventually he found these two and they antler spelled one another for a bit then sat down to rest. Thyme was in the middle.


Eventually it was time to leave and Thyme went off and found these nice peop-er...deer. They then spell spammed everyone, even Thyme got into it.


After that spell spammage, there was more, only this time it was for pelts. Thyme even got his favorite pelt!


But the deer we were using to spam us with woke up! No worries though, there was another deer less than a hop away (well, not really).

I had to leave after that, but it was really fun being back in the forest after so long! I you see your deer please say so! It was very cool to see more faces and I'd like to know who was I was playing with!
*I marked myself with a red star in every pic but the top one.

Soul had a need to dance today.


He danced with anyone he met and didn't let anything stop him


including being turned into a squirrel.
Hopefully he won't want to dance as much tomorrow.

Truth be told I just had to keep leaving my computer so I just let him dance.

Because sometimes Sithrim has his needs too : he has to be loved, to feel that he's safe, and to feel happy about it. Although it's difficult when your little sister is lost and skittish as hell.

He has a lot to learn in this forest, a lot to discover and to live. Sometimes he wishes he could taste love, passion, but it's always an « epic fail ». He gets lonely sometimes, thinking about past crushes and about her sister too. Where is she ? Where could she be? Is she okay? Everytime he sees a fawn-stalker, he can't control himself - like many other deers who fiercely protect the little ones.

With her sister missing, he is just himself half of the time.
Here is a little picture of his worse vision about the forest : beeing feared. Not only by fawns. But by the world himself.