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Becoming Part of the Forest (shortstory)

Warning, contains a little graphic content


He held his breath, watching the stag appear from the treeline. The deer kept walking, having other things on his mind, not at all aware that he was being watched. He stopped and bent down to eat a nice patch of grass, enjoying the subtle chirps from the birds and the gentle breeze.

The hunter drew back his bow.

As he did, the spotter who was right by him made a sound, just slightly, from a deer call. The stag heard a doe speak, "Hey...", in an odd voice. He raised his head to look for them, and at that moment, the arrow was released.

The stag ran, his heart rate elevated wildly. He had to get away, ignoring the pain. He just had to get away.

The hunters waited. They'd find him later. They were patient.

The stag's strength was failing him. His body was dripping with blood, the arrow had pierced him straight through. He didn't want to look at it. He knew what was happening, but he didn't want it to be his last moment.

He loved this forest, and never wanted to leave.

The stag fell onto the ground, crying out to the Forest, "Don't let them take me! Don't let me leave! I want to be a part of you forever!"

The breath was his very last, his body curled and he felt himself drift away.

I have heard your wish..., Nature spoke to him, and will grant you life as part of my forest.

At that moment, a great tree grew rapidly, engulfing his body within. The tree grew very tall, the very same as the other trees. There were very little traces of the stag's body, which rested as part of the tree.

The hunters came, following the blood trail that ended at the tree.
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Mini rant

Ok, due to being rather constrained for time right now, I'll just keep this fairly nutshelled.

People, if there's something that I've ever done to upset you, just TELL me.
If you're angry, or holding a grudge for any reason whatsoever, just talk to me so we can work it out.
I'm a pretty sensitive person dispite coming across tough. I don't like thinking someone out there has something against me, and I've had that feeling for a while now. I'm not entirely sure who it is, or why... but I've had that sense for a while now. It's driving me nuts, and making me uncomfortable coming here lately.
Honestly, this feeling that someone is pissed at me and not saying anything is enough for me to want to up and leave.

Leaving is the last thing I want to do, since TEF has long been my refuge from the agitations of life with work and such, and a haven from less accepting nooks of the internet.
So please, just TALK to me. Don't go about with a silent treatment or avoidance, or whatever else is being done. :c

It's just...
disheartening.
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Calling all evil characters! XD

LIST IS CLOSED!! However if you have a character with ** on the list, let me know if you do or do not want them included in this.

I want to make sure I have included everyone important on this:

One of the Christmas Stories I will be writing is a christmas party for the evil characters of the Endless Forest. I want to make sure I got everyone anyway (don't want to make anyone mad if I don't include their characters).
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Dying Nightmare

Under cut

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First Snow(~short story)

The tiny fawn woke to cold breezes across his fur, and blinking the sleep from his eyes, saw white crystals decorating the forest around him. It was snowing in the forest, the first of many as winter came closer and closer... but unlike most fawn, the sight didn't excite him. Instead he sighed, heaving himself upward, and started off in search of a drier place to sleep til the snow passed on.


This was the first snow Sionnach had seen since his mother had gone... the season didn't hold pleasant memories for him, though he did remember the human family that saved him with fondness. Even they had left him though, in the middle of the woods to wander off on his own once he was old enough. He understood, in a way... humans and deer were not meant to be friends. And besides, he still had to find his mother. She had to be out there somewhere, and had to be looking for him too. It was the only option he'd accept of the many things that could have happened that night. She had just gotten lost, and he wandered off in search of her before she found her way back. It had to be possible, right?

As he walked, he looked around him... he saw young ones surrounded by their elders, or followed closely by their parents while they ran through the woods, jumping and playing in the snow. Were his really gone forever? He had no one to call his in the whole forest?

Unusually tired and pensive, Sionnach finally sat beneath an old oak, protected from the weather by its giant form. He watched a group of fawns bounding around the stones and between the trees, elder deer sitting or sleeping nearby to see to it that play-sparring stayed that way. Normally the temptation to join them would be impossible to ignore... but as he curled up beneath his sole guardian's massive branches, he decided all he wanted was for the snow to stop.



Story that popped in my head when I saw it was snowing in the forest. Sorry if its not too great. o_o
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Holly on the Old Oak - Christmas Stories and Artwork

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In celebration of the Christmas Spirit, I wanted to write 12 stories for the community. I asked for ideas for stories, and got some great responses! I made sure to include a deer from the person that came up with each idea, and I put guest appearances in them too.

In addition, you can write your own stories or do Christmas artwork and I'll list them here.
Just provide me a link to it and I'll add it to the list!


This is my way of saying 'Thank You' for being a wonderful and supportive community for the past 3 years.
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FUN 0_______0

I just thought that i would explain how my weekend was. It was soooo much FUN. Marilasd and Splinters went with me because were really close friends. We went to my grandma's house and we built a fort out of tumble weeds. The reason we made this fort, was because we were playing TEF live, where we were the deer. Splinters and I love to fish, and my grandma lives right next to the snake river. We have our own dock and everything down there, but we didn't have boots to walk through the flooded shore. The water was soooo high, so high that it went up to my knees, even on shore.
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What am I?

What am I?
What beauty do these dying, falling,
Red, burning leaves have for me?
Can i make the mistake of lying,
Under the stars, worries destroyed?
Or am I doomed to be a ruby blue killer,
The leaves falling like snow around my soft form?

I am what you see,
Ruby blue lips pressed against the flesh,
Of my kill.
If you can see me,
Then am I really invisible to you?
Or am I a dead man's lover?
A widow, of sorts?

If you can see,
The sun shining,
Do you feel scared?
Hunted?
For I am a predator,
Wild and free.
I am Smilodon
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