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𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎; 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐
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𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
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𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎; 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐
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𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
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somewhere, tucked deep within a lush forests there exists an entire ecosystem unto
uched by man. long rolling plains, trees that rise all the way to the skies, and roarin
g rivers create this perfect paradise for the animals who inhabit it. from the boister
ous birds that sing in the day to the raccoons who creep in the night. this land is per
fect. packs, flocks, and all other groups call this forest home. none more than the d
eer who spend their days grazing and bounding in their home. their population, now
so large due to a lack of threat, has been a strong enough force so that the forest is
affectionately called the 'white tail forest.' the deer have been here for centuries a
nd over time their community has adjusted and changed from that of normal herds
of deer. two large herds are the dominate forces in these parts, constantly competi
ng for territory and resources while the smaller bands just try to stay out of the way.
but the question always remains, will you join the kings? or live a solitary life?
main thread | discussion thread | wip, accepting reserves
uched by man. long rolling plains, trees that rise all the way to the skies, and roarin
g rivers create this perfect paradise for the animals who inhabit it. from the boister
ous birds that sing in the day to the raccoons who creep in the night. this land is per
fect. packs, flocks, and all other groups call this forest home. none more than the d
eer who spend their days grazing and bounding in their home. their population, now
so large due to a lack of threat, has been a strong enough force so that the forest is
affectionately called the 'white tail forest.' the deer have been here for centuries a
nd over time their community has adjusted and changed from that of normal herds
of deer. two large herds are the dominate forces in these parts, constantly competi
ng for territory and resources while the smaller bands just try to stay out of the way.
but the question always remains, will you join the kings? or live a solitary life?
main thread | discussion thread | wip, accepting reserves
