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Aela's Fawn-age

May 25, 2013 - 7:23pm — Melly
I am a fawn.... nobody accepts me. My mother has left and my father has unknown whereabouts. I try to make friendships but the parents drive me away. I just need a family. Is that too much to ask?
-Saturday May 25, 10:37 PM


I am on frequently and if you'd like to meet me my symbol is a c and then a upside down tear-drop shape with a Q/X kinda thing at the end. ;P

Infection

May 25, 2013 - 3:00am — daisymay1st
I smile up at the wise old oak through my soft green eyes. No one else is alone, I'm a fawn I should feel afraid but the sad thing is I don't. Abandoned an alone so long I feel indifferent to the solitude, called my life. I'm a light brown and everything about me suggests soft, light and easy but I'm not, my Mother disliked her mate, he forced her into all sorts of things I knew she must have despised and when she looked at me all she saw was him so I was left alone to live out the rest of my life, find my own way, create my own path and when one survives that they don't survive unscarred. By my ability, toughness and will to live I got through and each day I was surprised a little more to see. I have my doubts though whether the one I called Mom wanted me to live because no one could expect a 1 week old deer to live through the trauma I had survived and pull through the first month of their life or quite possibly she just didn't care. My best guess was the latter, what I assumed.

Padding through the woods while following a stream I watched my golden tanned pelt shimmer across the glassy surface. Casting about I dipped my head to meet the water hoping no one was about. I couldn't deal with strangers any more, or any point in my life for that matter.

A few days later I shivered in the rain and hid behind a tree, a young deer, just older then me choked and sputtered. He pawed at the ground and restlessly rolled on the ground, although he was big he had the same youngling look to him as I thought I did. He had some sort of virus, I could smell sickness in the air. I peeked my head about catching site of him again. He caught my glance in mid turn and what looked like using all his strength he got up, head lowered and paced towards me. Backing away slowly I shook my head, but insistent as he was sick he stuck his nose in my ear and I felt his shallow breaths as he smelt my petit being. Growing anxious and uncomfortable I froze, unsure what to do.
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Pondering

May 21, 2013 - 3:46pm — Heavenly
Yesterday 5-20-13 :

It was my first day to download and frolic through the wide beautiful pastures of TEF ; twas a wonderful time. I met quiet a few along my way but one had caught my eye he/she was gentle and understanding to a newb as myself and I hope to find her/him again!

Thank you my lovely dark blue "peacock" Laughing out loud
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Our Thoughts On The Recent.

May 21, 2013 - 1:54pm — Apoidea
With a gentle, quiet breath he scanned the area. Black eyes peer between tall grasses, amber at the edge of his vision. The bright sun obscured yet more of his eyesight, transforming everything to his left into silhouettes. The coronas those black shapes had were too much to look into, so he merely listened that way. Listening did not mean much in the Birch Wood, where even the grasses tried to talk over one another, but he tried anyway.

The black and white bulk of the stag lay low to the ground, soaking in the morning rays. He refused to move from where he had bedded down for the night until the sun was far enough overhead that he could see the new creatures that swarmed this place. The herbivores were confusing. It was as if a great amount of them had come all at once. Where would the deer find food with all of them here? What were they even? Moss did not know. They just made him nervous. Maybe, one day in the far future he would be comfortable around them. Moss grunted at the thought. He was unable to see that happening yet.

Moss rested his chin on the packed grasses, leaning a bit to one side so as to allow his neck a break from the velveted antlers that rose from his head. A sigh blew pollen from the plants. The golden specks dazzled his eyes briefly, reminding him what this place was truly about. It settled his soul. Just as long as some deer remained, there would still be peace here.

A time later Moss rose, his snowcapped shoulders the first of him to appear above the grasses. Quietly and effortlessly he moved off in search of some way to start the day.

Perhaps he might pray first.
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Connection Issues T~T

May 19, 2013 - 3:55am — Stalsaris
I have been having connection issues getting online on TEF this morning. I know that this is on my end because the internet connection here isn't great and I never have problems connecting to the forest anywhere else. I can still roam the forest and jump about but there are no other deer for Stalsaris to interact with, which is sad.

After lonely hopping about for a while Stalsaris seeked out the weeping statue for comfort.



Hopefully we can get connected properly again soon.
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Return of the Stag

May 19, 2013 - 3:47am — Bastion
I returned to the forest today after a long time of wandering elsewhere only to find I had forgotten how to do even the most basic manuevers....a kind deer showed me the ropes for a while and then I had to unexpectedly leave without being able to show thanks. I can't even recall the pictogram, I only know that we swapped masks and antlers for a good while and had a number of laughs. So thank you, mystery deer. Smiling Wish I had remembered how to do screenshots before my sudden departure so I could post your kind visage.
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