Long ago, the forest was simply trees.
The deer played among the falling leaves and swaying grass. There was nothing within the forest, for the world need not exist outside of its greenery.
There was the trees, and a world beyond was unthinkable.
In the middle of the forest, where its bounties were thick, the poppies and dandelions grew around a massive oak. The tree rose like a beacon, calling to the deer to take shelter from the rain among his hollow belly. While he whispered softly to them with the voices of the spirits of the forest.
The goddess looked upon the forest, and the deer. She wept, for the deer knew not of the lovely sound of water. Of the trickling of a stream upon the stone.
She stood upon a hill within the forest, and her tears brought forth a stream. Within its waters, dragonflies sprung to live and willows grew with whispering fronds that tickled the water's surface.
Now the goddess wept, but wept in joy as the deer she once pitied frolicked within her waters.
The stream turned into a pond, and the forest's deer swelled with pride.
As the stream widened, a bridge connected its banks, and the deer found the stones to be warm and cool all at once. They napped upon the stones.
New deer, visitors from another forest began to frolic within the forest's endlessness. These deer carried the mark of the god. hey frolicked and played and while they rested, the native deer played around them, enjoying the bounty of the stream and pond that came from the goddess' happy weeping.
Soon, the world expanded, a dark, mysterious standing of stone rose from the soil, exposed as trees fell around it. The ruins of what might have been another being within the forest. A new deer came to this place, bringing with it the spirits of others. New stones rose to follow the deer, and the forest deer danced in glee.
The god and goddess stood upon the tallest hill.

An interaction blog for my main, Sabel. Come on in and say hello, why don't you?

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The air was crisp and thick, fog obscuring the world and all that lay within it. Every now and then rapid hoofbeats and the sounds of tines hitting each other could be heard. And then it would fade... fade into a new sound. The laughter of fawns as they passed, the chuckling of a group as they shared experiences and stories. Yet all of their figures were vague and dark- making any features indistinguishable. Their silhouettes wavered as if they were flames.

'I'm asleep again...?'

Concerned voices and questions from strangers and familiar company. They grow louder and louder, buzzing until-

A pair of deep grey eyes flutter open, spluttering and spitting out dirt as an ebony and white uni-deer flopped over onto her back. She was in the pit at the ruins, and had been there for almost a month now. Dirt and sand had crumbled in, burying her and keeping her out of sight- as well as getting into her mouth and nose. Coughing, the doe quickly stood up and shook out her fur. Clouds of dust burst from it and slowly faded into the air, settling back on the ground. her throat felt quite dry, which certainly wasn't aiding with the coughing. Ears faltering back against her skull, the doe began carefully climbing out of the pit.

"That was probably the worst place I've fallen asleep in... ack!" she choked a bit. "Water... pond..."

Deer-folk could enter and exit the forest as pleased. Anything could enter, including the humans.

Many moons ago, the humans came into the forest, building idols to worship, bridges to make walking easier, and they made the Temple. The humans brought spears and bows with them, sending the deer-folk into hiding. They watched with sadness as their beautiful forest was left to be trampled on by these creatures.

They moved stones, cut down trees, even used the Twin Gods Idol as a toilet. Their stench filled the forest, and the deer-folk were powerless to stop them. But then, one deer had a plan.

"Let's talk to our gods, they will help us! They can get rid on these humans!" Deer-folk rejoiced in the idea, and at night, they made their move. Each and every one of them bowed and prayed to the Twin Gods, waiting for them to respond. Stag, doe, and fawn alike.

But nights passed without the gods answering. However, the deer-folk were faithful, and knew that the gods were on their way.

So they continued to pray.

Finally, the gods answered, the statues moving apart and splitting into two. They were here. All the deer-folk rose up, speaking at once, clamoring for the gods to listen.

"We are going to die with these humans here!"

"Get rid of these humans!"

"They are destroying the forest!"

The gods both shouted, "Silence! We can't hear you with you all shouting. Now, what is it that you seek," they ask a lone deer in the front of the crowd.

"To get rid of these humans, they are destroying the forest!" And with that, the gods started a storm. They struck lighting down onto the Temple, raining their rage down upon the humans. They acted so suddenly, that the deer-folk were stunned, but then they cheered. The humans will be gone forever!

As the humans ran, a bubble around the forest encased it, making it so nobody could get out. A few humans escaped, but the bubble captured most of them.

Wolfeye's heart thumped heavily as he ran blindly forward, brushing past vines and eerie looking trees. Another smoking trail lifted into the air as the Fire Stone zipped pass his ear and collided with a nearby tree. He couldn't give up now, he... Still... Had... Energy! Another one of the killing stones grazed his hind leg, he kicked instinctively as sudden pain seared through his leg and up through his body. How long will this go? He could think of nothing but the pain and horror that awaited him once one of the stones strikes his flesh. He panted and snorted as he heard a satisfying stop of clopping boots and the click of the Fire Stone Den. Wolfeye faltered on his steps and risked a turn of his head, his eyes flashing a shade of cat eye yellow. The human hunting him threw his Fire Stone Den and pointed at Wolfeye with a fiery face, screaming something before running off. Wolfeye's yellow eyes glazed over and turned green, as he collapsed and his gaze turned black. The last thing he remembered: stone statues.
He was a killer of the innocent. He killed who he wants.
Now he was hunted.
He knew how it felt.
((New to this game, not sure where everything is yet, so I wrote a little story to start with))