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The sun was a gift on a winter morning. It tenderly woke all around with gentle touch, warming hearts as well as pelts. The world was far from quiet by the time the sun crested the treeline. Still, it was pleasant to wake up to the warmth that signaled spring may soon grace the Forest again.

Even upon waking, the stag was happy. His contentment was the only thing that he could give to this forest. The koi-pelted deer was no fighter. He was no defender or knight. The Endless Forest stag wasn't even that large compared to most other deer and creatures in the forest nowadays. One thing he had, however, was his convival attitude. It was rare of him not to be contented with life. This morning he couldn't complain about life at all. Life was good.

Characteristic of the breed, the stag rose from sleep to stretch like a hound. Each muscle seemed to melt. After a shake of the stag's pelt there was nothing more he could think to do to feel as relaxed as he did in that moment. With closed eyes, the stag reveled in the feelings that tingled his skin in that very moment.

Snow crunched beneath hoof as Moss lumbered out from behind the tree that had sheltered him overnight. Each hoof was placed carefully on the slushy ground as the stag made his way to the edge of the river, near to the Crying Idol. This far into winter, the pond would be too ice-covered to get a proper drink. Moss would have to either eat snow or drink from the fresh tears of the ever-flowing Idol.

The deer stopped dead in his tracks for a moment at the edge of the forest. Snow sparkled in front of his eyes in a dazzling display. It covered every inch of ground in a thin layer. The sounds of each hoof fall designated the texture of the surface: thin and crisp with ice. It was safe for the stag to move out, so he did.

The roar of the Idol's lament filled Moss' ears as he drank from the eyes. Water spattered his face as his bruised tongue lapped mouthful after mouthful.

A big grey stag tall, strong and, majestic jumps of his rock. He is the leader of the forest. As he walks down wind he smells something, something strange, something he has never smelled before, he is confused but yet he is curious. He goes deep inside himself and gathers all the his strength and continues to walk down wind to find out if it is a threat to the forest and to his people. He gets about 50 yards from were the other deer are and then he hears a challenging grunt forum another deer. He freezes and listeners in the direction of the grunt. Not one deer to be found. He continues to walk. He hears the noise again. He freezes and listens in the other direction. Suddenly he feels a sharp piercing pain through his shoulder and hears a loud boom. He kicks and thrashed around trying to get the cause of the pain off. He then stands still and collapses, he has confronted this problem be for in his memories as a young buck, he squeezes the last few breaths of air into words. He said " the hunters are back."

we deer will run in the endless love as the white pillars of the forest grow long and tall so do we

the water of own blood runs through us as the water runs through the land we are the forest and it is in us .


you can take a deer out of the forest but you cant take the forest out of the deer

A little fawn and his friend where sitting a the bordering river that separated the forest from the darker more evil side of the woods. The river keeps the demons at bay but every Halloween a few demons are able to cross the river.the little fawns sat at the edge of the river listening to all of the blood curtailing screems and howls made by the creatures. They were wondering what it would be like to cross the river, and what would happen when they did. One fawn braves up and crossed the river. When he crossed the other fawn followed. They waited a second to see if they could see one of the creatures behind the screems, but nothing would come close to the river. The little fawns continued to go further into the woods. They heard the sound of heavy feet running and the bushes around them rustling. They where being stalked. Then it went quiet. A long, skinny, white, dragon like creature with long sharp teeth ran at them. It grabbed one fawn and ran off. The little fawn wus terrified, didn't know what to do, so in effort to escape the teeth of the demon he squirmed and kicked and bit the creature. The creature just grasped him harder and ran faster. The little fawn panicked and started to kick harder and screem, in hope to get the attention of a rescuer. The creature stops and drops the fawn not caring where or what the fawn landed on. A smaller wolf like creature stepped out the shrubs and showed it's teeth and screems at the dragon creature. The second demon wanted to steel the fawn from the first demon. They begin to fight over the small fawn, the winner gets dinner. While the demons where distracted the smaller fawn that got rejected by the demon followed them at a distance, trying to rescue his friend. The little fawn poked his head through the bushes and found his friend sitting on the ground parshaly wet from the nasty spit of the demon. The fawn stumbled to his feet and walked to his friend.