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Scage's adventures

Hello! I'm Scage, a fawn in this forest and am very new!
To be honest, I found the forest beautiful, but anyways, my adventures? Oh yes!

I was wandering through the forest, I currently have wandered apron other deer today, but they seemed to be sleeping... I of course tried to interact but they didn't respond so I moved on. I've figured out that the forest is magical today. I'm very happy with this world, but will I ever meet other deer?
I've explored, but not far! I wish to explore more tomorrow and meet other deer! See you in the forest!
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I'm leaving

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Shadow Act [Open dream RP] warning-lots of pictures

This is just a dream. That doesn't make it any less important.

The Fawns Were Screaming. [Story+Interaction Options]

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The fawns were screaming.

Nobody paid much attention to them at first, because screaming is just Something Fawns Do. They scream when they're hungry; they scream when they're cold; they scream when they're not getting any attention, or too much attention. They scream for mummies and daddies and assorted other guardians; they scream at family and friends and they scream at total strangers. They scream when the wind is blowing in the wrong direction and they scream when Jupiter is in apogee.

The point is, folk tend to stop paying attention after a while. This was almost the case with Pappa Eyes, and if she'd ignored it, her day may have gone a little better than it did.
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Just Being Himself.

[center]The forest hand't changed in a long, long time. The stag's thoughts turned to this as he plodded along, enjoying the sights and sounds of his home. The inhabitants had, but the forest had not. A sense of finality washed over the black and white coat Moss once again wore. All-in-all, he was trying to justify his return to his old appearance. It seemed to be working well. Why did I feel a need to change, if the forest hadn't? Rueful feelings stirred in his deep chest. The toxicity wasn't toward anyone but himself, though. Years now, and he had tried to change himself so many times that the deer had lost count. All of that was for naught. The echo in his head made Moss turn back his white ears for a moment as he stopped to the left of a favored tree.

The stag sat with his back to the First Forest and face toward the Playground. A soft noise was made when he bedded down. Nothing changed just because he was here. Everything went on as was normal for the Forest. Somewhere deep inside the stag was a nagging thought: I am required to change just to keep up with how they change. A small amount of bile rose with the cud that the stag wished to ruminate on. The stag's upper lip crinkled a bit as he swallowed the concoction back down. That thought is toxic to who I am. The ugly feelings were brushed to the side, not completely gone but not all there. The only thought in the stag's head was to lay his crown on the forest floor.

The ground was cool and lightly wet. Moss would protect the same-named stag from a muddy face. The two-toned hart scanned the base of the grass in front of him with his dark eyes. Everything needs a base to start from. It was a kind of eureka moment, if there ever was one. Carefully now, the bases of the grass were really studied. Everything was white and dark. Grass was green, but the base was white and dark.
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Reviving Evil - The Return of the Rock Hounds

Warning - does contain a post-death scene
Participate in the second Rock Hound Event here!


She wandered off into the night, while all the deer slept. Stopping close to the Blue Bowl, the stoat sensed something.

"More?", she asked herself, as she melted into the ground. The ground burst open, and the bones came out, covered in infection as Iugulare rested them on the ground. She left them and rubbed her chin. "Will I...do this again?", she wondered.

She took a yellow glowing crystal from her body and placed it inside the skull. The eyes glowed yellow, the creature awoke and stood before his master, snarling and dripping of infection.


Thanks again to Eyestrain for this gorgeous artwork!


Iugulare smiled, and petted the skull of the old wolf skeleton.

Quad had rejected her advances for too long.

"Yes. Yes I will. If he won't be my mate, I'll make him and his Forest suffer until he does!", she raised her paws to the sky, and suddenly, all the bones arose. She practically had a bone pile here, and growing massive herself, she waded through the bones, infecting them all, making them sort themselves out and become her new Rock Hound army. She began to place crystals in their heads, and when it was all done, she waves her paw.

They collectively howled and ran off. Those far away figured Michael and Auriea were working on their Abiogenesis magic when they heard the howl.

Those close by...they didn't stand a chance.

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"How? How did this happen?"
"Who could have done such a thing?"
"Mommy I'm scared!"

Quad arrived to the scene, finding deer gathered around a single one.
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'Wandering in The Endless Forest': Article on WWAC

http://womenwriteaboutcomics.com/2015/07/15/wandering-in-the-endless-for...

Just thought some people might like to read; I know that articles about the game are pretty uncommon or are somewhat aggressive (looking at you, SomethingAwful Eye ).
And maybe someone who reads this found the author in-game?
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Petrichor and Lavender: Open RP

Bright lights, the flicker of candles on proud antlers, dancing in a field of poppies, spring rain...
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Kamaya's Journey

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