Nekumbra is back in the Forest, and has forgotten the teachings she had from before.
She no longer has any desire to eat insects, berries, nuts, and so on.
She is back to her old ways of eating fawns.

Christmas and New Years was a big rush! busy busy busy! But I've had so much fun. I hope all of you did too.

Introducing a new Character to accompany Emmett on little adventures around the forest.
I'll be writing this shorter now because I'll be busy for a little while with school and whatnot.
I wrote this down fast, very sorry. QwQ

Oh, how lovely...Today, the forest is just such a lovely New Year's moment that I had to say something while I danced.




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Thud...thud...thudthud...thudthud...thudthud...

Hooves tapped the frozen ground, leaving large and snow-gilded prints. Behind them swayed a brush of fur that grew to tip a long, lion-like tail. The Irish Elk-sized beast seemed to stalk the winter-caught forests of this realm like a predator. His tusks gnashed as he stripped bark off a birch to his right, eating as he went. The beast had yet to meet anyone other than the beautiful and masculine doe Ravus, who seemed more than happy to play with him. Odd doe, fine playing with a beastly Unicorn male as he.

The does of his kind were the pretty ones, and the young males... all before they reached 1000 years and their adult-hoods. At 1000, the males began to breed, becoming beastly to fight for their dainty females. Tusks protruded from their jaws like a pig's, two growing right up through their nasal cavities and through their bridges. From beautiful horse-deer to offensive boar-elk in merely 50 years or so. From that to him.

The beast stopped, spotting a patch of frozen green grass. As the stag lowered his great skull, it disappeared in to the taller reeds. Anyone coming head-on or from the side would only see a giant elk's form, not very unusual in the Endless Forest. That was, until the beast lifted his well-armed head again.

For now, his dead-leaf-colored fur blew thickly in the winter wind as he savored the green shoots.


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