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Forest Fables - Unicorns are real!

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Warning! This story is told by an evil character and thus may be too mature for some readers. Read at your own risk! Eye

Unicorns are real! as told by Iugulare

"Get comfortable, because this story is true, and unlike what many idiots believe, Unicorns are not cuddly horses! In fact...", Iugulare smirks, "they're infectious just like me."

"Where people got the idea that unicorns are nice creatures is beyond me. They hate the world, hate all creatures, and to cross one would be unfortunate. Yes, unicorns look like horses, but their 'skin' is really an infection like mine is. Their bodies are completely gelatinous. They do, however, have organs and bones, and yes, their lone horn is part of the skeleton. Now, this is where unicorns are much, much different than what has been told about them."

The stoat sits, "Unicorns do not graze, but instead are predators. They devour other animals, engulfing them through their body or otherwise just eating them. They digest their prey whole, bones and all. Unicorns are one of the few species in the world that does not leave anything behind. Now here's the interesting part - they cannot reproduce on their own. They must find a pregnant animal, such as a doe, horse, cow, ox...really anything, and impregnate it. How they do so is interesting, too. They partially engulf the pregnant creature and somehow are able to make the young within them mutate into a unicorn. Don't ask me how they do it, magic I guess.", she waves her paws in the air as she says this. "Any pregnant creature that births a unicorn will have a painful, painful experience.
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How the Forest was Created

How the Forest was Created, a theory told by scaredypants Epon (a response to Quadraptor's post 'Forest Fables')

Oh goodness gracious young fawn, you did give me a fright! I'm sorry that I shrieked like that-- now, now, no need to cry, you just scared me that's all! What's that? You're lost? Well I'm sure your mother and father are looking for you so stay in one place and it'll be easier. Don't fret about it, I'll tell you a story to pass the time. How this amazing forest you got lost in was created, I must of heard this from my father was I was as young as you...
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Seed's Story of the Birth of the Old Oak: A Forest Fable


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The Forest Fable Project

Oh, a story? Well, it’s not my usual manner of work, but I suppose I could think of something. Let me ponder the matter further, I’m sure I can recall something…

Ah, yes. This is a story about my dear friend, the Old Oak, and how she came to be. Now, this story, I swear upon my soul, is true. All the stories about her are true – how this is so, I cannot say, except that all stories about her are true. The Forest is, I think, a place where truth is many-faced. This is also a story about gods, and the birth of the forest, and about love. It’s not a good story if, on some level or another, it’s not about love.


The Birth of the Old Oak


Once upon a time, years and years ago, before there were years to count the time, or days – when all in the forest was a single expanse of color. We see that time, or that space, in our dreams sometimes; I know I do, at least, but I can’t speak for your dreams. It is blue and black and fades at the edges. It has no trees, no movement, no grass, no life. Back then, there were three gods – two gods, a red and a gold, who were really one god, and a green goddess. And they were all very dear friends. For them, the void was a great playground, because they had one another to lighten their loads. They had each other to play with, and all the raw stuff of the world, which they formed up like ephemeral castles of sand.

And then one day, the red god turned to her fellows and said, “we have such great fun in this world, but I believe we could have more fun.”

And the other two asked “How? How could we have more fun than we have now?
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Why The Old Oak is Hollow - As Told By Jergens

Why The Old Oak is Hollow
As told by Jergens


It was still raining. I never liked rain to begin with, and I also never liked the creepy old oak thing. It was too bad that it was the only shelter around when it started raining. That weird echo noise that comes from it… ugh… it just weirds me out, you know man?

Anyway, I found myself housed with about… Man, I can’t remember… pretty sure it was like, six or seven fawns. I like fawns. I won’t admit that to everyone. Hell, sometimes I wish I could have kids of my own. Maybe adopt one of the little orphan buggers or something.

But I’m getting off topic. Anyway, all of these little fawns had one thing in common; they were getting out of the rain. I was the only adult there, so they all huddled next to me, curled into my curly red fur and whatnot. It was pretty damn cute, but I digress.

“Sir, tell us a story…” one of the little fawns asked me. Soon there was an entire chorus of them. “Story! Story!” they whined, pressing against me. Guh, that got me. These little buggers were just too cute.

“Okay…” I muttered, trying to think of something to tell them. Unlike other deer like Trees or Seed, my story-telling abilities, well… to put it in simple terms, suck. Royally. I had to try though… Poor kids…

I thought of something nice, then. Not very good, but it would do. “Alright, why don’t I tell you kids why the oak tree is hollow?” the fawns quieted down and cuddled against me, smiling.

“Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young doe princess named…” I paused here, and looked at one of the braver looking fawns that didn’t seem afraid at all. “What’s yer name, kid?” I asked. The little fawn wagged her tail

“Sterrrrre!”

“Okay… A beautiful doe princess named Sterre. She lived with her twin brother…” I looked at a little fawn next to her, one that hadn’t said a single word. Sterre bounced up and nuzzled him.

“Oiiiisss!

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Return to Nature - Story IX

Return to Nature Index

You have found yourself daydreaming during the next few days. You imagine yourself in a wonderful forest, the sunlight piercing the canopy and illuminating the air with rays of light. You see specks of pollen float around aimlessly, and in the distance you see great deer enjoying the scenery and grazing without fear. You truly think that these visions are of the Endless Forest, as if it was a very real place.

That night, you fall asleep and dream once again of the same place. You find a waterfall, and taking a sip of the water from the pool below, you see yourself...as a doe. You never noticed you were walking on four legs, and this truly surprises you.

You then find yourself sitting on a fallen log, in your human body. The dreams hit you - they were from the doe whose spirit now fills you. You were seeing the world through her eyes.

You realize that you are in a similar place to the dreams you had seen. You see your deer nearby, and you hear the faint sound of water. Standing, you greet your friend, who bows and says, "Now that you have become one with the spirit of the doe, you will begin to feel the world around you much clearer. It is difficult for humans to listen to nature, as their heads are always cluttered with their daily lives. For deer and other animals, it is much different. We have few worries when we are connected to the land, and it is kind to us in return. When nature decides that it is time for us to die, we willingly accept our death and give ourselves back to her. And then, we are always given a choice...", they pause here.

"A choice?", you ask. The deer nods, they knew you would ask. "We are given the choice to have another life or to rest eternally.", they say, "Now you understand why I know so much about the humans from so long ago. I was there living alongside them."

You start to wonder about this yourself.
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Forest Fables - The Spirit of Anger

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The Spirit of Anger as told by Quad

Once there were two stags, a grey one who was old but wise, and a brown one who was young but stubborn. The two deer often bickered about little things. The grey deer thought the brown should listen to his words of experience, but the brown deer wanted to do things his way and hated being lectured.

One evening, the two of them were so angry with each other that they lowered their antlers toward one another and began to fight. Their antlers crashed and shook the silence of their land. They scared away all other creatures around them, each deer determined to take the other down.

As the fight continued, something appeared before them - a great forest spirit that looked down at the two stags curiously. The two deer stopped their fight, both shocked at the appearance of the great spirit. The creature was massive, with a body similar to a deer's, but had a long snout with rows of teeth. His eyes were blood red, glaring down at the two who were considerably smaller.

"Keep your anger at each other.", the spirit said to them, "It pleases me to see such hatred."

"I'm not here to entertain you!", the young brown stag called out.

The spirit laughed, licking his lips, "You will continue fighting, or I will devour you both!", the spirit replied, "How about a challenge? I will spare the winner's life. Now, fight!"

The two stags looked back at each other, both having the same idea about the spirit's words. Neither wanted to die today.

The two locked antlers once again, both struggling to force the other down, both with the same determination. However, one of the stags slowly was losing his strength.

The brown stag collapsed, forced down by the older stag. His antlers pressed against the defeated brown's, as if he was declaring his victory.
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Forest Fables (community writing/art event)

Do you have writers/art block? I came up with an idea that I know has been done before but thought would be great to do again.

For the writers - write a story told by your deer. It can be any kind of story, such as a legend, poem, myth, short story, and so on. While I'm not enforcing any 'rules' on this, I would prefer that your story isn't starring your own deer. It would be great if you can write the story about someone else's character. However, if you can't decide on anyone to write about, it can be about anonymous characters. I'll make a list of everyone's story on this page, and you can write multiple stories if you'd like.

For the artists - it would be great if you can do some artwork inspired by the stories. Multiple people can do artwork for one story, and I will display artworks done on this page too. Artworks can be any way you do them - sketches, digital work, photo manips, however you like.

Anyway, let me know if you decide to participate, and I'll post your links up here.
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Riza's Journey

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Little memories.

That make you cry

He does not like being alone.
To have no one near, to speak to, to flirt with, to touch...
To hate him, to chase him.
Do what they will, he needs it.
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