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Not a Mummy - Rock Hound Event

March 22, 2011 - 3:37pm — Whyss
The little broken thing ambled through the high yellow grass of the Birch forest. Head carried low, as the black contraption that was his face felt particularly heavy today. The Endlessness was empty this afternoon – a decided lack of potential Mummies had caused his spirit to ebb considerably.

Then he caught the scent. It was sickly, cloying. But it was the scent of a living? Being. And as far as his desperate little mind was concerned, that Being could be maternal.

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Randomness Corner

March 22, 2011 - 1:24am — Alley10
This is now the randomness corner! Lol.
Post anything ya want Smiling
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Tell me about your deer!

March 21, 2011 - 4:28am — quadraptor
Heya guys, this is going to come off as a really selfish post on my end, but I thought it would be pretty fun.

It has come to my attention that I don't know a whole lot about many of the deer on the Endless Forest. I was really surprised when reading both Vandettta and Mick Kreiger's Rock Hound stories, that I didn't know their deer had certain abilities and personalities.

I don't read very many bios only because I tend to treat everyone the same when Quad is in the Forest (and also just don't have the time in real life to read them all), but if you would like to, tell me about your deer here. What are they like? What kind of personality do they have? Is there a reason why you created them the way they are? Do they have any special abilities or powers? And so on. Write as much or as little as you'd like! I'd really just like to learn about them! Eye

And if you'd like me to, you can ask me about any of my characters and I'll describe them for you. Striked out names have been requested by someone and have been described in the comments:

'Goodies' - Quad - Zephyr - Pent - Trunks - Blixt - Caw

'Baddies' - Iugulare - Anirapio - Nekumbra - The Rock Hounds - Dond


I hope this is as fun as I think it will be. Eye
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Dancing around the cherry blossom tree. Kaoori.

March 20, 2011 - 2:31pm — z.m123

Here we have Kaoori.

Dancing around the cherry blossom tree.

With Wesker and Kari following her around.

Maybe she will visit Hoshiko? Or spell-spam Wesker?

No, she will dance around the cherry blossom tree, happily.

Together with Kari and Wesker.

With the fragrance of cherry blossoms in her nose.

Looking at the pink flowers over her head.

She's dancing around the cherry blossom tree.

With Wesker and Kari happily.




I'm sorry it's so short xD

But I hope you'll like it ♥
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Breaking the Barrier (Finale)

March 20, 2011 - 12:53am — GingerNut
The last part
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Breaking the Barrier (Part 4)

March 19, 2011 - 8:56pm — GingerNut
Part four
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My first entry to this community + a story (with pictures! oh my!)

March 19, 2011 - 5:12pm — Fluttershy
Hello, everyone!

I started playing The Endless Forest a couple of days ago, and I must say, this is a very interesting game! It's very calming and mysterious, and I love that in a game like this! Then I decided to join this community to create an outlet of sorts. I've looked at some of the artwork on this page, and I'm quite envious of your skills! I'm almost afraid to post anything here, but I hope I'll be able to create something you'll like too.
I wrote this story based on how I experienced my first few hours playing the game. Yeah, I don't usually write all that much, let alone stories like this one, but I just couldn't let this slip. I apologize if it is a bit "meh", as I said, I don't write a lot. I don't really understand the wonders of the forest and its sacred places yet, so my interpretation of it all so far might sound a bit weird *shrugs*. This is at least how I see the game, and that is all that matters, right?
Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy it, if anyone will read it at all. xD

PS: English isn't my first language. Just keep that in mind if you should stumble upon any obvious errors in this text. ^^;
PPS: I'm aware of the messy layout. I suck at these kind of things. T_T


[ you are being watched ]

March 19, 2011 - 2:48pm — Rutilus
[=10]

In the half-light of the dying moon, you are being watched. Your high heels click on the cold pavement you walk upon; a mantra that tells you to go ever-faster as your skin begins to prickle. There it is, that forgotten instinct. You are being watched, and you know it. Isn't that the most frightening part of it all? You don't know where I am.

Quietly, you tell yourself that there is no-one there - and for all you know, there might not be! Perhaps your insecurity and fear is just kicking into overdrive, spurring your imagination onward. These thoughts run through your mind, too; I can see them, the little electrical currents that flash on and on and on through the brain. But then, predictably, you grow doubtful once more.

I make a deliberate noise; a subtle cough, carried by the wind and the stars. I see sweat on your brow as your clicking heels quicken again; I see your tongue flick out nervously over your lower lip; I see your eyes, so wide and perceptive, and a beautiful shade of terrified. Whyever do you wear that mask of false products and deceit? Your natural visage is much more appealing.

Sadly, that is the last thing on your mind. I move quickly; still watching, my eyes never leaving you. And not once but twice, you whip your head around and look straight back at me. But in your fright, you do not register my gaze, and turn back around, fast walk turning to a speedy trot. And then when my speed quickens, something snaps in you, and you flat-out run.

Your heels almost burn the pavement as you flee, handbag dangling dangerously at your side, hair falling from its neat bun and cascading down your shoulders. I, unlike you, do not need to watch where I am going. The stars are the ones that carry me; the wind is the one that guides me.
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The Fall of the Islander (shortstory)

March 18, 2011 - 10:45pm — quadraptor
Warning, graphic and violent content Rock Hound related

Three of them surrounded the old stag. His body quivered, not of fear, but from the many years that seasoned him. He took a step back, looking deep into each of their eyes. Red, yellow, and blue glows returned looks at him, though their ghostly stares were cold and deep.

He stopped, and they stopped, their skulls drooling infection with deep anticipation. The flesh was right before them, they wanted to sink their fangs in so badly that they thought for a moment they had tongues to taste meat once again.

Caw was calm, but he knew this would be a difficult fight. He was more angry than anything. "Three on one, eh? Well, you appear to be wolves. What happened to the pride and honor you had?", he questioned them. He didn't know if they could understand his words, but he ceased his retreat and stood his ground.

The rock hounds reacted, the red-eyed one approached while the other two stayed behind. "Come on! Come on!", the old stag's grass-like antlers were aimed at the approaching predator. Then the rock hound lunged and attacked, it's teeth grasping Caw's head, penetrating deep into his skull. The creature's strength shattered his skull, the old stag's head bleeding immediately. He felt the thick black infection grow in his wounds. He already felt dizzy and his head was in terrible pain.

He turned just in time to see the yellow-eyed rock hound had rushed toward him, knocking him down and biting his belly. The blue-eyed joined in, trying to open him up with precise nips to the stomach. Caw had just enough energy to kick at the yellow-eyed one's skull, able to knock out the yellow crystal within it's skull. The rock hound gagged like it was suffocating and collapsed motionless.
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