Oakfern Fawn for Adoption :D 11 DAYS LEFT
King Drustan played by ME!
Pro- or Anti-Dru: (what do they think about Dru?)
How they think Glenmore should be: (treehugging utopia, traditional royalist society, CHAOS! etc)
If there was a rebellion they would...: (support Dru, lead the rebellion, join the rebels, run away, etc)
Player comments: (ignoring your character's goals, what do YOU think would be the best or most interesting solution for Glenmore)
Mentioning NPC Fawn's
Winter, 759 of the New Age
Inside the Warren.
Letka's word Count, 1497
Days had been hard, with the changes around Oakfern she had pushed herself to nearly the breaking point. Her parents were hard, never ceasing in their efforts in conditioning their daughter for the trials ahead. She had to be strong, she had to be quick, she knew this was harsh, downright brutal on what they made her do, day in and day out. She knew, while they were proud of her, they had wished for a son, the status would have been better, he could join the ranks of the elite, the guards of the king himself.
That in itself for the fawns was the right they felt they deserved, she did not fault them for this thought, for she herself felt the very same at times. If she were a stag, things would be better, her parents would look upon her with more pri
Why Did You Have to Go...?The dark body dashed though the whitened Glenmore forest, his hooves crushing through the icy patina that had formed over the snow. The sharp edges of the ice scraping his legs was not his concern now. He had to find them.ArcticNightStables
Ragnor bellowed as he galloped faster than he ever had. When Liosa and Lyndria had arrived in the clearing by the New Oak gasping for breath and wide eyed in fear he knew something was terribly wrong. Once he knew that his two daughters where safe the Royal Stag and dashed off like a gust of wind to find his mate and son. Even as the moon shone overhead he continued to run. Although his legs and body begged him to stop and rest, his heart screamed at him to go faster.
As the sun arose the next morning causing the snow to glitter like a thousand stars. Lifting his nose into the air he caught a familiar scent on the cold air. Flint! But… no… He followed the scent, calling out the colt’s name before bursting through a bu
The Art of Selling Your Soul Pt.1Early Spring, Year 757 of the New AgeMoonShinersDaughter
Glenmore, The Glenwood, Crocus Grove
Featuring Princess Glenda, Mentions Lord Marrec and NPCs Medical Staff, Dedorna, Donder, Faulkner, and Ambrosia
The pangs woke her to heavy heart beats and strained breathing. For all the pain the prior times, in this instance something was wrong. She could feel it. Even in the middle of birthing, Glenda always felt a tiny, slight glow within her. Something peaceful, if not completely comforting, that assured her of offspring’s lifeline.
But not now.
For once, she didn’t care who heard her cries. Dedorna stumbled out of her nest racing to the alarm.
“Milday, what is-” The hoofmaiden started in horror, eyes as round as the waxing moon.
“Get my husband! Get a midwife!” The dunalino screeched between clenched teeth.
Her raised head collapsed to the grass, neck straining with pants and whimpers, and worst of a