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It's our Nature (RP request?)

February 19, 2015 - 2:40pm — ApoideaBee

[center]A breath of air froze on contact with the outside world. It was a wonder that the forest wasn't blanketed in fog today or any other day of winter. Hundreds breathed here. Just a moment of silence was completely lost in many parts of the Forest. One could hear others calling to their kin. Footfalls that one would think were dampened by the snow were easily picked up on just because of how numerous they were. The forest bustled even in the early morning hours, now. It was difficult to catch a break.

A deer took the opportunity to steal away into the quieter part of the forest. The snow thinned here beneath the glare of the sun. Orange and black and white turned from glaring exposure to the best of camouflage against the Birch ground that was still dappled in places with piles of melting snow. This place was at least quieter, and the further he trekked into it the more quiet it got. The deer trod along until he found sufficient silence.

The calls were far away as the stag's ears pivoted about his head, radar to catch any noise. Thank the Gods there was little. Another cloud of breath floated off on the winter breeze. The humanoid face appeared to be nervous for a moment as a bird flew away from the safety of the brush. Finally, the koi-pelted deer huffed out a sigh as he relaxed. A shake later, the calm had settled in and the human-faced deer set to sniffing the world around him. His humanoid nose moved along the earth until a dry spot was sought. With a grunt, Moss placed himself on that dry patch of ground. He found it warm and in direct light of sun. Black ears fell back not in upset, but in sheer bliss. To match, the stag closed his small eyes. The world just seemed right when it was this calm.

As of late, the stag seemed more in-tune with his natural side. He was less inclined to follow pursuits of knowledge, and more to enjoy the simpler things.

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love all and all will love you

February 18, 2015 - 2:40am — genesis77night

love is what we see hear feel and sit on

keep love in you and you will be the light of the forest

love is all of us running for the endless love keep up the love

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All Gods Love Koi (A Link To The Past)

February 13, 2015 - 2:07pm — ApoideaBee

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It seems that all Gods love a good koi pond in their garden.

The Endless Forest is no exception. For that... I'm really glad they do.

Having access to the koi really reminds me every day why I am glad to be here. It reminds me of the past I have only recently gathered the courage to tell to another deer, a fawn no less. Finally, now that I have accepted what I was in the past I can move toward my future. However, There's something about my past that I want to bring along with me.

The black and white stag made his way to the statues of his newer Gods to pray. He approached from the front, scaling the steep hill with the ease of a young buck. Here, in this place, he was a lot younger than he looked. The stag always attributed that to his past experience, as that wizened more than just one's mind. That, and smiling too often created creases in one's face.

I want to take along a reminder of that past every time I see my reflection. So I asked the Gods for the chance to do so.

Moss bent his forelegs to bow in prayer. Once he had achieved contact with the Gods, the stag's body turned white and the familiar blue fog surrounded his head. There he knelt for several moments.

I asked them if it would be something they could do for me, as a way to remind me where I came from. We had what felt like a long talk, the three of us. They are always so welcoming, and have a wonderful sense of humor. Finally, after a bit, they agreed that there was something that the pair of them could do. Honestly, I was somewhat unnerved by their grins. But I trusted them both completely. The Golden God gave me his instructions, and I assured them both that I would follow them to the letter.

Moss, still coated in the Devout Pelt, raced down the hill he had scaled not long before. According to the Gods, the stag didn't have much time to waste. The pair had enchanted further the pelt he wore.

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>A New Life<

February 8, 2015 - 5:41pm — SapphireSkye

The thrush flapped her unbroken wing, she knew it would be no use, but it was worth a try.
The cat leaped on her with a yowl, it's claws sinking deep into the thrush's back. Teeth snapped dangerously close to her neck, pulling out feathers. The cats jaws closed around the thrush's neck, about to bite down, when an angry human voice rose above all other sounds. Suddenly, the cat was lifted off the thrush. The thrush turned her head weakly to look up at the human. It held the cat in its arms, making angry noises. Then the human put the cat down, shooing it off in the other direction.
The human crouched next to the thrush, making soft cooing noises. The thrush couldn't understand what the human was saying, but she thought it felt sorry for her.
Then the human stood up, walking away, leaving thrush all alone in the grass.

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A Despicable Act [RP]

February 7, 2015 - 8:55pm — Mary13

RP with Rhaegal, needs more interaction. (I should play him more in the Forest gahh) Feel free to join, this is open for everyone. All I ask is that you won't quit halfway and that you'll be moderately active.

I accept all kind of violent and hateful behaviour towards this character, just avoid godmodding 'kay.

Warning for self-harm, blood and gore, violence and body fluids. All kinds of sensitive and delicious stuff. Potential naughty language.

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>Alastair's Story<

February 5, 2015 - 1:58am — SapphireSkye

Tears welled in Alastair's eyes as he looked at the limp, lifeless body before him.
Tears began to fall as he looked at the gash on the doe's neck.
The tears wouldn't stop.
"Why!?" Alastair roared to the sky, "why did she have to die!?"
It began to rain, and Alastair felt more miserable then he had in his whole life.
He collapsed on the doe's body, and blotted out the rest of the world.

Alastair sat down, exhausted.
The large hole he had dug would just fit the doe's body. He grabbed it and dragged it towards the hole.
Just before he pushed the doe's body in, Alastair whispered: "Goodbye, mother."

For a few days, Alastair couldn't get over the death of his mother.
He couldn't stop thinking of the giant beast that killed his mother.
He was also afraid. Afraid to be alone, without his mother.
But one day, all that changed.
Alastair was sitting on a smooth rock that overlooked his mother's grave, when, another fawn approached him.
The newcomer was a light brown with a white chest, underbelly, legs, and face. The new fawn also had white splotches all over her back.
"Go away." Alastair grumbled. He wanted to be alone.
"No." The other fawn said firmly. "I can tell you need a friend right now."
Alastair was surprised. Usually such wise words came from the older deer, but that didn't stop him from being stubborn.
"No." He growled. "Go away! I want to be alone!"
The other fawn came closer and looked Alastair right in the eyes. "Sometimes being alone isn't the best thing." She said softly.
"Sometimes it is." Alastair grumbled.
The other fawn sighed. "I know how you feel." She said softly. "My mother died too."
Alastair looked at her with new understanding.
"I'm trying to help," She continued, "because I don't want you to go through the same pain I did. I don't want anyone to ever feel that way."
Alastair nodded. "No one should ever have to feel like this." He said.
The other fawn smiled.

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Upset. (RP)

February 5, 2015 - 12:15am — ApoideaBee

Peaceful.

The birch paper bark lay strewn over the ground. Messy furrows pierced the snow's once-perfect shell of ice. Gashes marred a couple of the trees, now doomed to die from being stripped of bark. There, beside one tree, stood a heaving form.

How can I remain that way?

Head hung low, tines pointed directly at the most recently gored birch. Marks like those of an axe striped down the tree where those bright white bones had attempted to lodge in it. Wood chips littered the ground at the attacker's hooves.

These antlers are made for war.

All attempts so far had failed miserably. The trees had sacrificed themselves for little. Moss felt sour. The only thing he was given was a splitting headache in the attempt to crack the antlers from his skull.

Antlers are made to injure.

The black and white deer's sides heaved as he tried to catch the breath he had lost. One more time he tried. The once-peaceable beast threw his crown into the trunk. It gave in easily against the bone spears as they met. The beast continued to drive them in until he was sure they were sufficiently embedded in the wood. A grunt of frustration passed his lips, one of many that had echoed through the silence of the snowy lowland birch that afternoon.

I want them gone.

The beast bent his forelegs, thrusting upward. His muscles clenched visibly beneath the shaggy winter coat he wore. His face contorted as the pain shot through his skull. He cried out. The tree creaked in pain as they fought. It tried to hold on to the flesh that the deer was slowly tearing from it. The action hurt them both in a terrible way.

I want no part of this horrible burden.

Moss cried out again. Pain drew tears to his eyes and caused his face to burn red under the white fur. It hurt, oh it hurt! That tree, with a last squeal of wood being pulled from itself, gave way. The stag stumbled back.

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>Alone In The Ruins<

February 4, 2015 - 10:23pm — SapphireSkye

Arcturus yawned. He had been running and jumping around all day with Skye. Right now they were in the ruins. "Skye?" He said. Skye looked up from what she was doing and tilted her head at Arcturus. "What?" She asked. "I think it's time to go." Arcturus said, lying down. "Oh..." Skye said. "Okay." Skye lay down and rested her head on a stone. Pretty soon she and Arcturus were asleep.

Arcturus woke to find he was alone. He looked around wildly for Skye, but had no luck. "Where did she go!?" He cried. Arcturus looked up to find that night had fallen. He gulped. He didn't like to admit it, but sometimes, the Ruins creeped him out. Suddenly, he heard a *clop* behind him. He turned around quickly and heard another *clop*.
A glowing, gold hoof stepped out from behind a wall. Afraid, Arcturus ran the other way, intent on getting away from the other deer, whoever it was.
*Clop, clop clop* The hoof-steps were getting quicker, and closer!
'I'm being followed!' Arcturus thought.
He turned around corner after corner. Finally, he heard a big, loud CLOP. Arcturus spun around to see a glowing hoof stepping out from behind a large bloulder. Then an antler. Arcturus backed up and jumped when he felt something hit him. He looked around to see he had backed up against a high, stone wall. Arcturus squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for the worst. *Clop, clop, clop.* The hoof-steps got closer and closer until....
Arcturus felt a warm aura against his pelt. A soft, deep voice said: "Don't be afraid, little one." Arcturus opened his eyes to see a glowing, golden buck standing infront of him. The buck's pictogram shone brightly above his head, and he had warm, kind, amber eyes. "I suppose I should work work on my approach." The gold buck mused. "You seemed awfully frightened when I came forward, I suppose sneaking up on other deer in the middle of the night in the Ruins isn't the best way to introduce myself." The buck looked at the sky for a moment, thinking.

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>Making A Friend<

February 3, 2015 - 7:25pm — SapphireSkye

Arcturus sighed. 'I can't find anyone' He thought. The usual noises of deer calling and running around wasn't there. It was unusual. Arcturus walked over to the playground and began jumping from rock to rock. 'This isn't the most exiting thing to do' He thought. 'But at least it's something.' Finally, Arcturus got bored and just sat there on the rocks, letting the birds land on his antlers. "Hello?" A small voice said. Arcturus's head shot up. He looked over to see a little fawn looking at him with bright, blue eyes. "Who are you?" Arcturus asked, jumping off the rock he had been sitting on. "I... I'm Skye." The little fawn said. "I'm Arcturus." Arcturus said. "I..." Skye said. "I was wondering if you wanted to play with me, I can't find the other fawns." "The reason why you can't find the other fawns," Arcturus said. "Is because I'm pretty sure we're the only ones here!" "Wh..what!?" Skye exclaimed. "But...but...there are usually so many deer here!" "I know," Arcturus agreed. "It is strange, I don't know what happened to everyone!" Skye looked quite disappointed. "I was looking forward to playing with my fawn friends." She said. "Well..." Arcturus said. "I'll play with you." He smiled, er... smiled under his mask. "Ok!" Skye said, looking quite a bit happier. Arcturus and Skye ran around together, and Arcturus showed Skye how to cast spells. Arcturus and Skye became the best of friends, and still are to this day.
THE END..... Or is it?

I think I should make more little short stories like this about my charries. What do you think?

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RP with Moss, anyone?

January 26, 2015 - 12:46am — ApoideaBee

[center]He smiled. It was akin to a gentle caress on any skin, barely an upturn of his lips. His black eyes were rimmed with wrinkles and dark lashes. His face was beastlike, with enough animal trait to be accepted by those who had the faces of deer. His face was human enough to display familiar expression to those who required it for healthy interaction. He knew how to interact with both. For that he thanked the Gods every day.

The lightly-furred nose that halved his face blew out steam into the cool air. It was pink with cold. The white steam blew away. Careful ears pivoted on the sides of his head, taking in cries and birdsong. The forest was busy. He would move to a quieter part.

White and black, two at a time, hooves trampled snow. The black and white trotted through it, over the flat land and to that small cliff that overlooked the Playground's massive boulders. In summer, they were a wonderous sunning spot. In winter... a cold place. Yet he continued to trot in that direction.

Instead of gently scaling the slippery slopes, the stag leaped over. He slid down, mainly on his white-furred rump. A low, warm laugh escaped into the chilled air. Even the more quiet beasts could enjoy their home. Once at the bottom, the beast stood and shook himself. Once at the lowest point in the wood, the black and white continued on. There was a quiet place for him deeper, where deer rarely tread.

The Birches grew taller, thinner, and grasses struggled up through the snow here. The drifts lay untouched in the Lowland Birch. It was as the stag enjoyed most. The trotting slowed to a walk. Careful now, he picked his way through the snowy trees. A very small few knew of this place, or cared to be here. They were those that the stag would prefer for company today, as likely they were quiet and reserved. He wouldn't shoo anyone away, though. That was the way of Moss. He accepted all provided they accepted his peaceful ways.

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