Day #1

Suzume

I arrived in the forest, meeting a friend who eventually vanished into the unknowns of this...Endless Forest. I feel vulnerable, but my old habits will bubble up eventually. I've already seen a white and brown stag fighting. My little body felt excited, blood boiling too see the spar till the end. But, it ended up in a chase and I got distracted by another being. Oh well.

Eventually, I began noticing these two stags more and more in the Forest. I never did catch the white's picto, but the other one had a strange almost...Rocket-like pictogram. Quite strange, but memorable. I was quite nosy about them and attempted to keep up with their games of chase. I failed most of the time, my damned little legs!

I found the brown stag laying around and decided to give him a nosy sniff. Boy, did it turn into a sniff-fest. Didn't mean it to get that nosy! Ahhh, nonetheless I decided to nap for a bit. This forest was getting rather relaxing. At least the ferns were comfy in comparison to the cold ground.

When I awoke, I began to wander around, partially looking for the two stags and partially exploring. I eventually found them and they ran. I found them again. They ran. Had I insulted them? I admittedly was quite sad and disappointed, I had thought I had made a friend or two, but apparently not..Harruumph! Be that way, boys!

In honor of Dinky I will try to make the best picture of me and her I lost her when she left I stayed with her for 3 hours. we were both abandon by our herd and I stayed with her since then. I will be a lot more at the cemetery. she was a best friend. she was like a sister to me. except I was a crow the whole time.

Greetings this is taleoftales...
I love to morph at the Drink Plaats, my favorite morph is the dove
I also like to hang out in the Ruins! I love to have flowers in my antlers

You can scarcely breath here...
It's not the air, it's all the colors and all the trees and all the deerfolk that seize me. Sometimes, I hold my breath and just watch, afraid to breathe lest the sound disturb the forest's song. Other fawns pranced gayly through the meadow and called out to me. I would join them soon enough, but right then a butterfly was beckoning.

She was a very small thing, fluttering quietly in shades of teal and white. No matter how hard I strained my ears, I couldn't understand her words. The forest was constantly whispering in a language just beyond my understanding. So right there in the flower patch, I resolved the learn it.

Despite my attempts to speak butterfly, my new friend flew off, perhaps I offended her. No matter, I would give her some time, and come back later to try again. Shaking flowers free from my pelt, I rose, looking around for something to catch my interest.

Eventually, I had made my way back to the lake and gingerly stepped in. The water was cold today, its nearly frozen surface collecting the white flakes from the sky. Despite the change in weather and inevitable passage of time, the sun never moved from it's position in the sky. But then I wondered "Should it?" and found I didn't know.

Declining a bath today, I made my way toward a group of older deer. They're pelts dazzled my eyes and their masks shifted around as they cast spells upon each other. Excited, I joined in, spending countless time trying out new voices. Strangely enough, I found I preferred to go without a mask... And I might as well, because mine kept slipping off after a while. Bored with the mask game, I followed a nearby deer, wondering where they were going.

The white deer greeted me warmly, seemingly glad to have a tag-along. I was overjoyed to find the older creature was perfectly happy dancing and jumping along with my young energy.