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the forest trees come upon an abundance here, all gathering quiet closely, making it hard to slip through. the trees heads block out any rays, making it a dark, though extremely pretty forest. many live nestled upon the tree tops.

the trees seem unable to live here, for few do. though closely placed near the forest, it is quiet bare, with hardly a rock upon site. merely the dark, emerald blades can be seen, as well as the suns rays dancing upon them.

its a hike, that seems to take all day. unless of course, you fly. and yet, no doubt, it is rewarding, at more or less night times. fireflies dance upon gentle waves of the atmosphere, and the trees whisper there secrets to all who want to listen. its romantic, a perfect spot thats for sure.

the ancient folk of these land prepared the generation of today with small huts that live behind the bushs, hiding them from preying eyes. these small huts are made of leaves and sticks, and look small upon the outside, though inside, they seem to never end, with rooms found in the hut, like a little house, more then a hut.

this playground is formed on soft, tender grass, and is clear apart from the large tree in the centre, which holds many twisted branchs, and many secret places to hide. a hole was been formed in the trunk, offering a large and dimmly light cave, where children freely run in and out. hanging from the branchs are thick vines seemingly designed to swing on. though a happy place, it has been known for kidnapping.

here, upon the clearing, a large fire is normally lit at darkness, though none can be quite sure who lits it. the earth is bare, allowing dancing, though few thick logs have been found and have been rested just outside for those to sit and talk upon. it is, once again, sheltered by many bushes, and the smoke seems to fade away, alerting very little creatures.

the cave is large, its entrance black. the outside is a dark grey rock, and inside, it forms three paths, left, centre and right. a new fate is destined behind the doors. a curse, or a blessing? see if you can make it through the caves... and come out alive.

here, is a land that seems so gorgous, though is in fact a land that holds such a bad reputation for the lose of female faeries and their virgency. many female anthros who take the risk, or with force, have been command by the opposing sex to do what the male who reached them first asks of her and is to be done without fight nor hesitation. this is the most dangerous land.

sheltered from rain by the abundance of trees, the pit makes one welcome. and upon the small, circled pit is hot, bubbling water. flowers grow around the sides, coming forth with radient colours to brighten up the eerie gloom tht surrounds the place.

the lake is wide, stretching her giant arms to embrace most of the west side. its water is a deep blue, with a small, trickling waterfall coming of one side. it, like the pit, is heated, comforting sores and wounds. its believed that it can heal, but so far, it was been proved not to be so. this place offers a bath for all who need it.

the name of this place, though errie, suits it perfectly. the large waterfall, it seemed to go on forever. and the rocky land it falls from, seemeds to be caught upon darkness, with the sence of death and destruction lingering the air. it is, no doubt, a cliff of many horrors, of many fierce battles, and many deaths, and sometimes, sucide.

its believed that proboards will delete sites with too much mature threads, though there is also a rumor going around that this only occurs with guests. so all guests are banned from here, but members all welcomed.

these are a series of great waterfalls, there are four which line the cavern and one must fly in order to get there. inside it is much like a rainforest, secluded. there is a secret valley that one must be looking for to find. it was discovered by Ebony a faerie who once roamed in FrostyLake. rumor is she still haunts here.