Hmm,I'm so lost.Like literally,halp me out here.My camera is focused on those two large stones and I have no idea how to get it back on my deer.;-; Halpmesomuch

lucky just pretty much was looking for some deers to hang out with at the forest yesterday (forever alone) x3 but since she got so bored she decided to take a rest.......


then a stag came along and greeted her so of course she greeted back
his firned also greeted her and the next you know they started they all started sending mask magic at each other faces.

the stag pretty much gave lucky a brown realisitic der mask....
she was not fond of it but liked it at the same time


later the staga nd lucky went to a pine trre and ended up giving each other entirely diffrent antler

( now lucky has the tiny tiny antlers)

and at the end they used their sleeping friend to givie each other diffrent pelts

now lucky has a orange with a blacki strip-like stripes on her back
like that deer on the front of the communnity page
welp they both had lots of fun and now lucky has a new wardrobe

~Forest Folktale~


Raven, the swift Deer

Gather around, little fawns. It's time for a story, one that is about a most shy but brave deer. This deer is called Raven, a buck deer whom roams the forest unseen. You have never heard of him? Well, maybe thats because he is a very shy yet mighty deer. Now, make yourself comfortable and tell me your names.


It all began when the darkness of night rolled over the forest. A very silent, peaceful time of the day. But not that night. The Twin Gods were marveling over a young buck they had found. The buck was the colour white, almost brighter then the stars.

The Twin Gods awoke to here a loud call. The buck was awake, and was white and black. "How is this possible?'' asked one of the Gods. The other God shook his head. "I have no clue, as the deer are never up at night." he told his confused brother. The young buck suddenly formed into a raven, which flew off. And thats how he earned his name....Raven.


Many of the Forest Folk claim to have seen Raven, yet I doubt it. The only deer who have truly ever seen raven are Tawny and Oden, two of the many "adopted" fawns of Raven. They are the only ones whom remember him, even though Tawny is blind and Oden is deaf.

Raven only appears as the bird itself these days, yet he is rarely seen. And perhaps you'll meet him in the forest some day, just as Tawny and Oden would have.

On seeing my dear Sage tonight, I had the chance to reflect on love -- patient love, which must prepare its endurance. Inspired as I am by her presence, it followed naturally.



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