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Non-TEF - Understanding the Tiger Within

If there are any typos in this, I will correct them later. I am writing this with difficulty in one eye.

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Throughout my life, I have always been guided by animals. The Snake taught me not to be afraid of who I am. The Goat showed me the importance of having a positive outlook on life. The Deer gave me the vision of a beautiful world around me. The Hummingbird inspired me to follow my dreams. The Coyote taught me to lighten up and laugh more. And the Wolf helped me to never give up, even against impossible odds.

But there is one animal who has haunted me, who has stalked me from afar and terrified me when he shows his presence.

The Tiger.

I've never appreciated tigers. I've thought for a long time that they were overrated and often said how I thought they were ugly. It was really because of a local sports team that for the longest I despised, their mascot is the Tiger. So I hated tigers because of them. But there were other things. Much like wolves, I hated tigers because I did not understand them. I thought they were killing machines, mindlessly slaughtering prey for pleasure. I now know better.

Tiger has visited me now, twice. I have woken up in my room in the middle of the night, to be frightened to see a big tiger there, staring at me, snarling, creeping closer and ready to pounce on me and my dachshund. Both times resulted in me frantically running out of my room and shutting the door so the tiger would not follow me out. It would take me a while to come back to reality, to understand that there was no tiger in my room. I would tell myself that I was stupid for falling for the trcik my mind played on me, but after a while I thought about it, and shook it off. Anyone would have run if they saw a tiger right next to their bed.

After a day of thnking why the tiger has visited, I finally understood what he is trying to tell me.
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Seed's Poetry Corner: Glitch-Magic (For Sluggs)

According to the trees, there are a lot of people saying things they feel they need to say. In the spirit of this, and of Forest Magic, I'd like to give a poem to my dear old pal Sluggs, who I saw today: the true sorceror of the strange, without compare.



Glitch-Magic

It’s a laughing sort of magic
Where the sky’s where you stand
And you fall up from the ground;
Where you sit beneath the water
and watch the outer-space of air.

It’s a twisting sort of magic,
Twirling Mobius shapes with your bones;
Becoming the size of a blade of grass,
And curl in the air, swimming in a drop of rain.

It’s a wild sort of magic
In your stuttering summersault laugh
Your dance rising endlessly from your knees
Your birdsong singing from the tops of trees.

It’s an amazing magic
That I’m so very glad I’ve met:
The smile you pull out from bits of data
Strung in double-helix Christmas lights,
Switching places with the dull grey day
That was there just a moment ago.


((This has been a visit to Seed's Poetry Corner that happened when I should have been working on essays.))

[ world spinning 'round ] Keith&Illrose

what a monster, what a devil
these are the things that mother told you to avoid
and yet you can't stay away
you were born to rebel
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Transmogrification (Shortstory + Interaction)

The creation of the Supreme Talux...

Please note - This story, including Quad's transformation, will be a bit graphic.

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It was a particularly warm afternoon, the scent of sweet grasses and pollen had filled the Forest. A quiet moment, aside from a few chirping birds above and buzzing insects underhoof.

It was a perfect day.

The blackbuck made his rounds, stopping by the Pond for a sip of water, wandering to the Old Oak for a moment, then going into the Birch Forest. He slowed his pace, the trees here were always among his favorites, and he would stop and look to their beauty, before looking down beneath them for any mushrooms. It was still an old habit of his, what he found, he ate immediately. There were times where the mushrooms had to be rationed because of Quad overeating them.

He sniffed one beneath a pair of strong birch trees. It wasn't poisonous. He knew it wasn't, the Gods do not keep harmful mushrooms in the Forest. He was savoring the scent of the fungus before delicately lapping it up, chewing slowly, swallowing it bit by bit, each delicious morsel making his mouth fill with flavor.

He was in paradise. This place, this Forest, was his sanctuary, as well as the sanctuary of many others.

As he swallowed the last bit of the delicacy, his nose picked up another scent, something sweet...something...different... He had never smelled this scent before, and it was close.

The blackbuck raised his head, taking in more of the exotic smell, locating it...following... He soon had a visual of something in the distance.

The small cluster mushrooms were a beautiful shade of blue-green, glowing just a little, an unusual sight...but considering what he had seen in the Forest, he simply assumed it was just a gift from the Gods.
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Tale I Have Told (Chapter 4 and 5 Now Up)

The Tale rests below… Care to listen?
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Present to me please ...

I'm want a skeleton pelt! Please Give it to me! thank you
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Starfall

Inspired by this song: http://youtu.be/XFEAzP1Zm-A
(would be nice to listen to as you read)

Spring was in full bloom in the Endless Forest. Summer was not far. The nights were becoming warmer, the stars bright. Kaoori loved to climb to the highest hills and sit for hours, staring at the stars, looking for that certain one that seemed to dance more than the others. Tonight, however, as she stared at the sky, it seemed as if it had a mind of its own; a dance routine practiced and come to life for her own eyes to see. As she sat and marveled, bright silhouettes formed between the stars and flashed before her eyes of those that she thought she may never see again, of those gone before, but would always be in her heart.
The Hat Lady; a kind, gentle soul who had finally found happiness and peace, dancing to her own rhythm in the brightness, weightless and free.
The small one only known as the Ghost Fawn, poppies adorned between her ears, laughing, although none could hear, sliding among constellations, wearing expressions only innocence would know.
The whitetail Cloud, bounding beside her, his own expression carefree and weightless, the moonglow blanketing his back as he leaped across the sky.
Near the moon stood the the moon's son, Wudiin, and his starcrossed love, Poltergeist; both proud and regal, looking down on the forest, likely watching their own children. You should be proud , Kaoori whispered. they are beautiful. Kaoori still missed her friend Poltergeist from time to time; her loss had hit Kaoori hard.
Another silhouette formed in a cluster of stars, charging across the sky as if to test new legs. There was The Red, proud as ever, but much younger and stronger; the one she knew from the past, in his new domain; the sky.
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-In Meditation-

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Chevehne's First Day :3

Today was Chevehne's first day out in TEF. Being a truly curious young fawn, it was inevitable that each day she became quite the pest. Despite being a sweet little darling, Chevehne tends to stray off into her own little world. She doesn't give much of a care about personal space, and due to the coincidence of the birth today, she was very much underfoot for awhile.



Early this morning, Chevehne went romping around the forest and came to meet two lovely fawns who were willing to dance with her. We had quite the time spinning in circles to the music. When that small celebration (no reason needed to dance, eh?) was over, Chevehne ventured off to the bridge for a nap, only to awake minutes later when she remembered that the birth was happening. She bounded off to the location and stumbled upon a gorgeous white deer, who she couldn't help but admire for a few minutes. Anyone know who that is? Sticking out tongue
She arrived at the place, and was immediately snooping around, bugging the older deer. She was constantly led off and away, but, with her curious nature, couldn't help but stay close. Eventually, she laid down and settled a few feet off, and is still sleeping peacefully there ^.^
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Tale I Have Told (Chapter 2 and 3)

The Tale rests below… Care to listen?
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