Nuala - meaning: "fair one" [NOO-lah]Gender:
ClassicDiscipline / Use:
The Western IslesColour:
Cremello Classic FawnGeno:
Princess doe, betrothed to the Crown Prince of GlenmorePersonality:
Ridiculously cute, Nuala is far too trusting and naive to be out on her own. She loves to meet new Fawnlings, and she’ll just about be friends with anyone. Adventurous and daring, she doesn’t seem to realise just how dangerous the world is. All that’s about to change...History:
Summer Year 751, Nuala meets Lonán:
From the Beginning
Leaves leaves leaves! Nuala likes leaves. They were all green. And they were swishy when you walked past them. Some of them were tasty, but she much preferred her mother's milk. Bright blue eyes focussing on the nearest leaf of this particular bush, she reached out and gummed it with barely-protruding teeth. YUK! This one wasn't so tasty.
Picking up her dainty little head, she fanned out her radar-dish ears and trotted on down the path some more. Swish swish swish! Her downy mane stuck up from the delicate crest of her neck, blonde like the whisp of tail hair at the end of the ridiculously long limb. Tiny hooves left the smallest tracks, har
Autumn Year 751, Words for a foundation
Autumn Year 752, The Danger of Hodgehegs
The Danger of Hodgehegs
Ow. If her mother were there, the young doe might have cried for sympathy but since she was alone, she just scowled at the spiky little animal that had hurt her nose when she touched it. It responded by curling into a ball. She tried prodding it again, but it simply served to make her nose sting again. It did roll a little way across the grass, and Nuala flicked her ears forward in interest. Rolling? How did he do that! She couldn’t roll.
She watched the prickly creature for a few minutes until it finally uncurled and set off on it’s merry way. Nuala trotted after it, ignoring the baleful look the animal gave her. She was having
Autumn Year 754, Honourbound
HonorboundNote: The initial POV is not Lonán's, but from that of Flynn and Glynn.
Flynn and Glynn hated autumn. It was even worse than winter, because although winter was cold and they spent much of it marching in circles, at least it wasn’t humiliating like autumn was. The russet hued twins were ten now, reaching their prime and yet they were still stuck doing a younger stag’s job and minding the herd during rut. They hadn’t enjoyed it when they were younger, but now it was just insulting.
Needless to say, the pair paid very little attention to their official duties these days; what was the point when it was clear you weren&
Want plots? Thrill me 8D Nuala will be travelling far and wide, so anyone from anywhere is welcome to meet her!Other Arts by Beautiful People:For Forever I'll be here Whispering
feat. Nu's tail!Glenmore
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