I entered the forest today looking for a little fun, it was a beautiful day with the leaves rustling happily in the trees only for this vision of beauty to be interrupted as I stumbled upon the one they call 'The Collector' I've seen him before from afar but with those rags and all those masks hanging like baubles from his antlers he is not the prettiest thing in the forest however one should not judge a book by its cover and me with other company I never found a reason to go and meet him, many of the other deer are afraid of his antics and the fauns seem to think he brings nightmares with him as he visits when they sleep. I went to introduce myself though he did not seem to appreciate my friendly nuzzle or subsequent bout of jumping and prance him - things that entice normal deer to play and dance with me. He seemed to enjoy casting mask spells for a time though did not appreciate me returning the favour which I did not understand.

Instead he just left trotting off with his head bowed and a look of concentration on his face and I followed for a while not understanding his actions until finally I took the hint and left him be while I went to entertain some fauns with my dancing, I still cant decide how comfortable I am with the little creatures with their lack of antlers and spindly little legs that I fear will break when they run though they never have. I danced briefly with a small red coated deer too though it wasn't long before my curiosity about this Collector got the better of me and listening carefully I tracked down his roar again collecting a mask spell on my way.

I watched from a short distance for a time trying to understand, then finally it hit me.

Finally got Pent back into the Forest for some more antics...

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STATUS// Online!
CURRENT ACTIVITY// Cooling down by the pond
CURRENT TOUGHTS// ...
CURRENT APPEARANCE//Longmask Antlers/Secretary Bird Pelt/Butterfly Mask
HEALTH REPORT// Has a slight fever, will spend more time sleeping and will often be found near the pond drinking or lying in the water to cool himself down
HIS BIOGRAPHY//x
HIS PICTOGRAM// x

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[=#374965]My third day in the forest started of well.
I woke up next to the crying idol,the beautiful popples was dancing with the wind.
I layed there for a moment and enjoyed the wonder of nature, but after some time I got up on my feets and carefully looked around. I could see some deers playing at the pond and as I stood there litening to the purling of the crystal clear water i suddenly felt how thirsty I was. I trotted down the small river on my way to the pond, as I took my first steps out in the cool water I slowed down and started to walk. When the water reached my knees I stopped, lowered my head to the clear water surface and started to drink.

When I came up from the water I once again looked around, the forest was very quiet at this time. I started to walk through the forest not knowing where to go.
I passed a little lonley fawn on my way through the birch forest and it started to follow me.
I'm not very fond of fawns, all they know about life is that it's a game. They play around al day long, that's not someting I enjoy. I tried to tell the little one that he should leave but he didn't listen to me, I got quite fustrated but instead of chasing him of I layed down and stayed there until the little fawn got bored and ran his way.

As I went back to the pond I saw that it had gotten more crowded since I left it and I stood hidden behind a tree and watched the other deers running around.
One of the deers I recognized from yesterday, the deer with remarkable big antlers and glimmering masks hanging from them. I was wondering why this stag were wearing masks on his antlers but after some time I didn't think of that no more. When I once again were on my way dow to the pond to drick a big stag showed up in front of me, he weared no set at all and looked exactly like those nameless deers. I backed away from him as I felt usure of what his intensions was but he followed.