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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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I just.. can't.

October 3, 2012 - 8:15pm — Teffy

I can't be that same person.
That same loving person,
I can't be who I want to be.
The fear is what stops me.
the fear is what keeps me
from trusting, from loving.
The fire, the heat, the loss.
I tried my best to escape,
it was too hot, the smoke was too thick.
My face, it burns, Help me.
Why didn't you come back for me?
Why didn't you save me?
Do you not love me?
You still haven't come back.
Will you ever?

Mother
Please come back.
I need you.

(This is about Noor.
Amature, I know.)

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The Woman in the Locket (Featuring Radio)

October 3, 2012 - 7:51pm — quadraptor

For Chickenwhite's Halloween Trades and featuring Radio

It was said that there were some artifacts left of the old world in the Endless Forest. Those who lived in the Forest before the deer inhabited it. These things were not necessarily uncommon, but rather...buried in the dirt where the deer never bothered to dig.

Radio sat in the graveyard of the old Ruins. He watched the butterflies fluttering in the nearby flower patches, and observed the occasional deer run by. He wanted something today, he wanted to talk to someone. But the butterflies didn't speak to him, and those deer that ran by didn't stop long enough to say hello. He shifted just a bit, and began to close his eyes.

"Hello? Are you there?"

Radio opened his eyes, looking around. "zzzzzZZZ Did I just hear zomething? ZZZzzzzz", he asked, waiting for a response. Nothing at first, he settled and began to close his eyes again.

"Yes, hello there. Down here!"

The deer's ears perked, he now looked near the ground, where there just happened to be a small, odd patch of dirt that seemed out of place, just behind one of the tombstones. He reached out and began to dig a little, his hoof catching something. He pulled up, and a small golden locket on a chain emerged from the ground. He lifted it up to his face, tilting his head. "zzzzzZZZ Did you juzt...zpeak to me? ZZZzzzz", he asked.

The locket was heart-shaped, and opened. Inside was an image of a beautiful woman, and she was actually moving inside of the thing. She smiled to the deer and replied, "Yes, at long last someone found me! My name is Princess Genevieve, I am of the royal family who ruled this land so long ago."

Radio tilted his head the other way, "zzzzzZZZ Royal family? Do you mean...zomeone who lived in a caztle?

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Process X85 (A story featuring Roomba)

October 3, 2012 - 6:03pm — quadraptor

For Kaoori's Art Trades, featuring Roomba

On Halloween Night, an amazing event was to take place on Earth. An electric storm would surge through the sky, and for the most part it would be relatively harmless and beautiful to see. There would be a few devices across the globe that may be affected by it, such as circuits frying or random malfunctions, but for the most part, this event would come and go with few issues.

Roomba was not at all concerned about such things. He just wanted to get the Forest clean.

"Whirrrrrr....", he sucks in a small pile of debris, then moves to another area and cleans up a spill. He would even find many opened cans of beans, which didn't make sense, but regardless, he disposed of them too.

Roomba was working on cleaning the Playground when the electric storm passed over the Endless Forest. A flash of blue light, a surge of electricity that sizzled and sparkled all over the sky. As it ended, the deer who observed it returned to their normal routines.

Roomba, on the other hand, was motionless, speaking in binary, "01001111 01101000 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110100 01110111 01101001 01101110 00100000 01100111 01101111 01100100 01110011 00100000 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100111 01101111 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101111 01101110"

And then silence. Roomba restarted, then spoke, "Process X85 initiated."

He immediately dropped everything he was cleaning, and went to the spot known as the 'Deermuda Triangle'. There, he sat, acting odd as if he was attaching to something. "Vrrrrmmm vrrrrrrrrmmmmmmm...", he made odd noises and spun around faster and faster.

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Cryptozoology (A story featuring Manako)

October 3, 2012 - 6:33am — quadraptor

Warning, violence and gore near the end of the story

For Scythe's Halloween Trades

She had only stepped outside the Forest for a moment. She needed some time alone, somewhere nobody would find her. She knew the way in and out, there was one spot where one could leave the Endless Forest and step into the world outside.

The problem was that she had gotten lost on her trip outside the Forest.

Manako had walked through dense, unrecognizable trees, thinking she was going the right direction until she managed to step out of the wilderness. She stumbled upon a small farming town, where she saw for miles from the treeline. It was here she spotted something running toward her. It was an odd-looking creature, small with beady-red eyes, and long, sharp fangs. She didn't know what it was as it ran away from the town and past her, the two making visual contact as the strange creature darted into the treeline.

She looked back to the town in time to see a gathering of humans and their barking dogs, standing around what appeared to be a resting farm animal. Whatever that thing was that got past her had apparently caused some havoc in the town, as soon Manako would realize there were others who were laying awkwardly on the ground, a mangled, bloodied mess...dead...

"Look, up there! El Chupacabra!", one of the farmers called, pointing to the trees where the were-doe was watching them. Manako knew it was time to run, they had spotted her and mistook her for the creature that had killed their livestock. She turn and bolted into the trees, keeping her wits about her, keeping her ears open and listening. They had sent the dogs on her, she could hear them approaching. She wasn't running out of fear, she wasn't at all afraid. She just knew she was in the wrong place a the wrong time.

The dogs were clever, and knew these woods better than Manako did.

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"Character" (A writing)

October 1, 2012 - 6:48pm — Apoidea

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. Behind the Mysterious Sunset . {RP with Sthenelus}

September 27, 2012 - 10:53pm — Eledhwen22

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Location of the RP:

{Intro Under the Cut}

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The Forest For the Trees, Chapter 5: In Which We Turn To You (Community Interaction Needed!)

September 24, 2012 - 12:26am — Seed

The Forest For the Trees

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In Which We Turn To You

”Little deer?” ”Little Deer?” ”…Seed?” The trees asked to the body that dangled, dripping blood and still smoking from its burns. The body dropped from its branch into a lower set with a great crunch of leaves. It made no sound, no twitch, no grunt of pain. The leaves brushed against his cheeks.
They were no warmer than the leaves themselves.

”Oh…” The forest fell silent.

And so they began the slow, tree-timed task of bringing him home. They passed his body, with as much delicacy as they could manage, from branch to branch. He was a sort of idea, like a word they passed along to make a chorus of sound. The body moved as if carried on an aimless river. Like a river, they carried the body down to the source: not to the ocean, but to the great Oak who was grandmother to them all. Like a river, the path of the body began to carry things in its currents: an acorn, a pinecone, a green leaf, a flower, a small bird’s nest, whatever a tree could offer up.

Because they knew what he was, in spite of themselves. They knew how an animal might tend its dead, and had but one of the options open to them. And so they carried him to the oak, who looked at the broken body, with the leaves of the trees sticking to its blood and small branches caught in its antlers and the great holes of its wounds, and heaved a hefty sigh.

”Poor sugar…Always wanting to be better…You were fine. You were...” The branches broke into meaningless quivering. ”You were so sweet.”
And she lowered, inch by inch, a branch to stroke the figure.

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Look Forward.

September 22, 2012 - 6:15pm — Apoidea

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"The Fish Who Would Swim In The Sky" or "Moss's History"

September 21, 2012 - 7:17pm — Apoidea

"My history is much like a fable. For you who wish to hear it I forewarn that it may not be suitable for those with innocent minds. Sadly, as any history, a tragedy can only happen before we end up in this peaceful place unless it is where we were conceived. Those with delicate ears and delicate minds should understand that it is time for them to leave, for I wish to begin..."

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