Coat: Normal fawn coat
Antlers: None
Mask: None
Favorite place: Drink plaat
Favorite thing to do: Play with friends
Favorite food: Rasberries
Current place: River
Diary: It's cold and dark out, all the deer left and I'm alone. I hear wolves out and, I'm scared. I miss my family hopefully they will return soon and, we can all find a dry spot. I'm slowly drifting to sleep but I can't with wolves out, I try to get up but my leg has been broken slipping in mud.
I hear wolves howl, they close in closer, I have no where to run. I see a whole pack stalking toward me. I close my eyes and wait for death. Suddenly a stag runs out and, throws a wolf with his large antlers. The whole pack charges for him but, he throws them off like nothing.
I try getting up but my legs bail out again.
The wolves yip and, quickly run away. I sit still waiting for the stag to move away but, he just moves closer. I stare into his golden eyes. He helps me up with his antlers and, he looks toward me as if he wants me to follow. so I slowly walk to him and, I follow him. He leads me to an empty tree trunk and, I lay to rest. Next morning I am alone again but, at least I can see. I look outside at the landscape, I see something that looks like to deer resting. Run toward them with happiness in my heart. I start to move in slowly seeing blood. I shortly notice they are my parents. I start to run franticly hoping they aren't hurt but, I was completely wrong. I moved in, blood all over them. They were dead. I lay there crying over them and, that's where I lay now, waiting for deer to return.

I'm very new and confused. Curious. I found other deer but it is difficult to speak yet to them. I bow to those I meet. My name is X:o) (... but turned once so the X sits on top). I feel very at home here. I finally feel safer with other deer.

I fear I have been away longer than I usually would have. I wonder if I can place blame on the chill in the air that signals winter's arrival on my "hibernation" of sorts.
No sooner had I awakened, did I notice some familiar faces sitting amongst the poppies at the entrance of the Ruins. One of which was a well-known ghost in this Forest.

And now, it would seem most of the group recently gathered has scattered off somewhere.

And what is this I hear? Lady Kaoori is expecting a little one?
I do wonder what Darkweaver makes of the father being Wesker. There is more than a bit of bad blood between the two. I will admit my barely held tolerance towards the bone-pelted stag, for I do not understand what started this needless rivalry.
Call me hypocritical for my dislike if you will. I cannot help that the powers that be would have me befriend one before even knowing of the other.
Perhaps if I could learn the reason these quarrels started, I could somehow help cease them.
That little one should not have to be born into a world where one parent's friend is the other's bitter enemy.

But there my thoughts go as they often do. Traveling along a tangent.

I shall end this here for now.

I remain,

Bastilion

I haven't been on TEF in like two days and it was driving me crazy. I got on a good half hour ago and de stressed by running around the forest for a good ten minutes, ignoring other fawns and just flat out sprinting. I ended up at the old church where Fest had fun dancing with some pretty cool adult deer. I've found I'm spending more time in the more pine covered part of TEF just sitting quietly and enjoying the forest.

What's the moral of the story? WEll after a longe stressful week TEF was just what I needed.