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The Witches Tree (Featuring Alphafrost)

October 14, 2012 - 6:54pm — quadraptor

For Alphafrost

The leaves were already turning, making the Forest a vivid display of orange and yellow hues. The land was transforming naturally, without the Twin Gods' help as the season would start the process of making the trees bare.

Alpha sat at the Old Oak, watching this happen. She sighed, knowing what was to come in the next few months...unsure if she was ready for winter. Still, the doe made the most of the season, considering she enjoyed tree bark, she would easily find food in the Forest during the coming months. She knew the Twin Gods provided food regardless, but there was something about knowing she could depend on herself that she felt a sense of pride. She didn't need the Gods' help, she could survive the winter all on her own.

The thoughts of food made her hungry, and standing, she stretched and left the Oak. She would head around the First Forest, stopping at trees that had the most appetizing bark. She began to feed off of one, but was surprised when it didn't taste as good as she was used to, and she aptly spit the bark out. She tried another tree, and was met with the same result. After several tries, the hungry doe grimaced, there was an awful taste to all of the bark she tried, and now she began to worry about the winter. She feared the worst would happen - that all the trees had this disgusting taste to their bark, and that she would starve or be forced to ask the Gods for food.

But as she stood there in her dismay, the doe sniffed the air. Something caught her attention, and turning, she would run toward the scent, past many orange trees. Soon she spotted it, and slowing, she would only stare for several moments in amazement.

The tree was much like all the others around it, but the biggest difference was the color of the leaves that adorned it. They weren't orange, yellow, or red. They weren't even green!

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Memorium (Featuring Orinoco)

October 13, 2012 - 5:24am — quadraptor

For OrinocoFlow's Halloween Trades

It was a nice morning, a bit foggier than it had been. The doe let out a gentle yawn as she tried to stand up. She felt a bit more weary this morning than she normally would, as it took her a few tries to stand, and when she was finally on her hooves she stumbled back a bit. The doe looked around, the morning relatively quiet aside from the occasional call from another deer. She felt woozy, so she went straight to the Pond for a drink of water.

Orinoco lapped up the cooling water, and sitting up, she noticed another doe approach and begin to drink from the Pond as well. "Good morning...", Orinoco spoke, and returned to her drink. She waited for a response. Sitting up, water dripping from her chin, she saw the other doe continue to drink, not responding.

"Umm...hello there?", she asked again. The doe kept drinking, not acknowledging her, and then sitting up, she walked away without a word. Orinoco blinked to this, shaking her head, "How rude.", before she walked off herself in the opposite direction.

She would continue on until she noticed a few stags bounding around in a flower patch, pronking and laughing this morning. Orinoco smiled and approached, asking, "Hello there, could I join in?"

They didn't respond. They didn't even stop. They just kept going with their game. "Excuse me!", the doe spoke up. The two stopped, looking around before staring to each other. The first asked, "Did you say something?", the second replying, "No, I thought I heard someone speak...that was really odd."

Orinoco tilted her head to this, "Hello! I'm right here!", she spoke. The two perked their ears and looked around, but apparently not seeing anyone, they shrugged and continued their game.

Annoyed, Orinoco left and walked aimlessly.

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Scenes with Seed {Seed Interraction/RP Blog}

October 13, 2012 - 2:27am — Seed

Want to RP with Seed? You've come to the right place! These scenes can be plot-driven, simple stand-alone moments, long, short, and anywhere in-between...Maybe even picture-driven RPs (Though I'll probably always try and reply with words because I'm bad at fast pictures ^^;) For my purposes, they are assumed to take place in The Endless Forest and are canonical to Seed's experiences, and are set on the day they begin or an unknown date in time.

Need more information about Seed? Here's his bio.

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The Forest for the Trees, Chapter 6: In Which Things Return to Normal, In Which Things Change

October 12, 2012 - 6:30am — Seed

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Chapter 6: In Which Things Return to Normal, In Which Things Change

[i] Once upon a time, there once was a tree that grew with purple flowers. It did not grow alone. It grew under the shelter of strangers, kind and cruel, friends, and family. It grew from weakness into strength., basked in the golden glow of their love. And it grew to remember another story:
Once upon a time, he had been Seed. Once upon a time, he had lived, abandoned his life for a new one, grown a while, found family and friends and lovers, some he lost and some who remained, and died. But what could the little tree do? The body that lay tangled at its roots was not one the tree could convince to move again.

And then its elders knew what to do. They saw the spell the gods had cast and the kindness of the scurrying forms below. And they knew what the little tree had wished, what it had always wished. And so…They took their roots and reached down to the mangled, slightly burned, and somewhat decayed body at the core of the sapling. They tugged the sapling’s roots towards it again, pulling it around the body that it had once belonged to.
”It can be healed.” “It can.” “It can.” “Heal.”
And the sapling took the words and the feelings the deer had given it, and the trees of the wood and the little sapling that was once a deer began to work. Where the body was damaged, wood grew from its (for when was Seed’s body ever a he? Seed’s heart was a he; the gods didn’t care much for the difference) bones to fortify it. The trees covered the wounds with wood and moss and stirred the organs with life.
And at last, they said to the sapling,
”Go.

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The History of the Jack-O-Lantern (Featuring the Leowolf)

October 9, 2012 - 7:56am — quadraptor

For Pegasicorn

There have been many legends on how the Jack-O-Lantern became an iconic symbol for the Halloween season. Some believe the Legend of Stingy Jack, in which a ghostly figure roamed the land carrying a turnip with a burning coal. Others believe the Jack-O-Lantern helped lost souls find their way during All Hallow's Eve. As these stories added to the history of the Jack-O-Lantern, there is one that is not so well known, at least for the human world, but is a more familiar legend for the Forest dwellers.

The story goes that a long time ago a hunter named Jack lived deep in the wilderness, where he lived off the land. He was fortunate to have good soil to grow some crops, including pumpkins and gourds during the right season. He often heard wolves howling in the night, and would open his door to find them eating the crops he grew. Unnerved by this, the hunter would shoot at them and always miss, the wolves escaping while his crops lay destroyed.

One night, he ventured deep into the woods away from his house, and came across an ancient statue of a pagan idol much like those found in the Endless Forest. He was surprised to find it glowing a bright green light as he approached, and before he knew it he was on his knees groveling before the idol. That night he prayed the wolves would leave his crops alone or else suffer for destroying what was rightfully his.

The pagan idol ceased to glow immediately after the prayer was asked, and the man returned to his cottage and went to sleep. That night, he heard the howling of wolves, and running out the door, he was shocked at what he saw before him.

The wolves were certainly being punished for eating from the pumpkins, but not in the way the hunter had hoped for. Instead, the wolves were running around with the pumpkins stuck on their heads, howling as they could not find their sense of direction.

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hi

October 8, 2012 - 3:31am — Kruela

Hi ~ people or deer's

I'm new here and really stupid

I will obviously be time-consuming, wedding guests how this all works...
I do not know exactly where to place the works or something is missing...
so, If you have some positive comments is't ok
or if you do not have them don't place them

thank you all

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2AWel

October 8, 2012 - 2:13am — Apoidea

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Hello there !

October 6, 2012 - 6:13pm — niku30

I'm very new here, and I don't know so much of you jet

So I just wanted to say Hi

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Hello there !

October 6, 2012 - 6:13pm — niku30

I'm very new here, and I don't know so much of you jet

So I just wanted to say Hi

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dlroW rorriM|Mirror World (A story featuring Euriea)

October 5, 2012 - 8:57pm — quadraptor

For Mauvable's Halloween Trades

She was walking alone, sniffing flowers and smiling to butterflies. The little one stopped and raised her head, looking around for others in the area.

She was alone here, in this very green Forest. There were occasional calls in the distance, but they were far away and she didn't understand what they were saying.

Euriea carried on, walking aimlessly, though she felt like she was being pulled in one direction. It was an unusual feeling, more as if she was being called somewhere.

She slowed to a patch of violet flowers, reaching down to smell them, when she heard, "Hello there!"

The little deer bounced back, startled at first, before slowly creeping toward the flowers.

"Hi!"

She ran and hid behind a tree, peeking out slowly. She didn't see anything unusual in the flower patch. It just looked like normal flowers. "...H-hello?", she asked.

There was an awkward moment of silence there. Then she heard the voice again, "Yes, hello! I am right here!". The next thing that happened was incredible, as the patch of flowers slowly morphed upward and formed into a violet doe, looking almost exactly like Euriea. "I'm so glad I finally found someone! I wasn't sure if anyone lived here!", the flower-deer spoke, "My name is Lavender, pleased to meet you!"

Euriea slowly stepped out of hiding, still a little unnerved that someone would seem to appear out of nowhere, but she replied, "I'm Euriea..."

[=purple]"Oh we are going to have so much fun, Euriea! Come on, I want you to see my world!

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