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A doe walked down a hidden trail one morning, listening to the birds call overhead, enjoying the gentle fog. As she walked, she didn't realize that she had stepped into a spider's web, knocking it down with her head. Shaking her face to get the fine silk off, she then saw a little spider that looked back up at her. "Why did you destroy my home?", the spider asked.

The doe bowed her head, "I'm so sorry, I never saw it there.", she admitted.

"That's okay. I can rebuild it. But please watch where you are going next time.", the spider said, and starting over, began to create a new web. The doe stayed and watched the spider work, each string of silk being connected in a beautiful form of architecture. She reflected on the spider, who was a creature that often was feared and hated, but here was humble and determined. The doe had much more respect for spiders as the finishing touches were put onto the web.

"Oh, this is a beautiful home!", the doe said to the spider when its work was complete.

The spider rested in the center of the web and replied, "Beauty is always around us. Sometimes we just don't see it until it's too late."

The air was moist with composted leaves and chilled by a strong wind, drenched in the formalities of a dying season. Trees quiver and bow under the pressure of rising winds, crying a echoed howl of agony through the forest. Hooves scrape at the empty ground; the soil offers nothing but dying grass. Tender roots trapped beneath frozen earth leave all with empty stomachs and hungry eyes. Heads shake with displeasure for the stark outlook of the newest season. A bitter Autumn leaves does thin and stags weary. A large stag stands out from the group, with a dark gray, nearly cobalt pelt and antlers that curved back around themselves like a intricate peice of jewelery worn by the highest nobility. With a shake of his massive head he breaks off into a sprint, passing the towering birch trees with increasing speed, past the sparkling lake whose surface glints like diamonds under the noon sun. Running past the devout followers, praying to the twin gods for good luck and plentiful grasses, past the groups of fawns dozing amoungst the tall grass or frolicking with one another. Feeling the chilled wind whip through his coat and the fresh air flowing through his lungs the proud stag couldn't of been more thankful for such a endless forest.

Here you lay, silenced after years of life. You were once strong, healthy, beautiful...

Well, to some eyes, you still are very beautiful, in your own way.

Who were you before? Were you kind? Brave? Stubborn? Wild?

How did you die? I would hope you passed with little pain...

Here you rest, your bones are all that remain of your life. You gave them as a tribute to nature.

How would you like me to reflect? What do you wish for me to do?

You are honored this day, not as one who has lost their life...

...but as one who has become part of the land itself.

We wait shamelessly around our Autumn god.
Trading our power for gifts of rot and decay. Prancing around in fleshless masks of our ancestors
who have come and passed. Our head are decorated with bloodied antlers, as if we have fought
a long and hard war. Our very pelts, they rot in many places, causing stains of scarlet to color
the forest floor. Yet we dance around him, at the times he awakes, at the times he decided that
he can waste his precious time on followers like us. We thank him for his reek of death, and
temporary sickness passed to our tiring bodies. Like mindless creatures, we gather close. In hope
we may get a touch or a gift. We nestle beside him, not fully sleeping. Just waiting until he decides
to wake up and grace up with a dance.
When he does, we follow along like puppets on a string.
Sunlight has become foreign to us, and fog our new home.

I just got my dream on the endless forest today! This is the first time I've ever seen the BZD in the game before and I am soooooo happy that I finally can have a skull mask! but, does the zombie deer ever get up and walk around? I would find that really cool if that would happen. that was soooooooooo AWSOME!! soorry...sometimes I freak out a little to much about a little thing like this. I just think its soooooo cool! OH I totally forgot! THANKEE chickenwhite for the adoptable! Its so cute and adorable! I'll have it on my account in no time!

THANKS!!!

I am just kinda sad that like, no one ever hangs with me on the game. I was just a wonderin...well...if one of you would treat me like I belong too. I'm not trying to be rude or anything, its just that I would feel a lot better.

Thanks!

(I am using these pics as a... guide. (C) belongs to original creators. I take no credit in anyway/shape/form.)

Peace, harmony, and enlightenment in all things.

Live in the shadows.

Failure is not an option.

Know your surroundings.

Focus. Focus!

"What'cha doing?", a calm and curious voice interrupted the ninja's train of thought. Kinsha's blood went cold as he realized his hiding spot was discovered. The two stood in the stonework of the Ruins, which was always one of Kinsha's favorite places to practice his ninjutsu.

Zephyr tilted her head, a slight smirk on her face. She rarely ever saw a deer creeping around or being sneaky like Kinsha was. To her, he was just playing some weird game.

"Err...I...", Kinsha scrambled to think of a response, "Hey what's that over there?", he questioned immediately.

The naive doe turned her head and saw a lone fawn playing with butterflies. "Just some kid being funny like you...", she tried to say, but turning back, Kinsha was gone. The doe tilted her head once more and then shrugged it off. "Well, whatever you're doing, you must have good reason to.", she spoke to seemingly nothing, turning and wandering off.

Kinsha got the message. He let out a sigh. That was close..., he thought, If that doe was a real threat, I probably would be dead.

The ninja stood and surveyed the area. The beluga doe was enjoying the butterflies with the fawn. Other deer slumbered quietly in the area. The Forest was at peace today.

Kinsha slipped into his hiding spot once more.

I am the shadows. I am the ninja., he thought

~~~~~

"Did you hear that another fawn has vanished?", Blixt spoke to a nameless stag.

The stag shook his head, "That's horrible! Does anyone know where they are disappearing to?"

Blixt lowered his head, "No, but there's a few places that haven't been investigated. I'm sure they'll turn up eventually."

"I really hope so.

What makes us an individual?

Is it the clothes that we wear?

Is it the food that we eat?

Or the things that we treasure?

What makes us unique?

Is it the path that we follow?

Is it the ideas that we build upon?

Or the vision we see of ourselves?

What makes us a paragon?

Is it the truths we know?

Is it the dreams we seek?

Or the goals we wish to accomplish?

The correct answer...

...is all of the above.

Never forget that you are one of a kind.

Don't ever let anyone stop you from being yourself.

Always follow your dreams and accomplish your goals.

And see yourself as a Paragon of Earth.

The Endless Forest

"I want~

The Spider's Home (shortstory)

A Bitter Autumn (From the mind of Festschrift)

Honoring the dead

During this time of the year.....

ZOMBIE DEER :)

Everyone needs buddys:)

Writing. Bored....

The Ninja Code (featuring Kinsha)

Paragons of Earth