Nuala - meaning: "fair one" [NOO-lah]Gender:
ClassicDiscipline / Use:
The Western IslesColour:
Cremello Classic FawnGeno:
RESERVED FOREVER AND ALWAYS FOR HER ONE TRUE LOVE, LONÁN - BREEDING CLOSED!
Speed: 20 [Medium Level - until age 11]
Stamina: 9 [Basic Level]
Strength: 0 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)
Magic: 16 [Medium Level]
Herbs: 0 [Basic Level]
+7 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus
+3 speed - starter bonus
+8 magic - starter bonus
+4 magic - collab lit - 2000+ words - Blackberries and Thorns
+4 magic - collab lit - 2000+ words - Healing Dreams
+4 speed - collab lit - 2000+ words - Firefly Futures
+4 (+2 speed, +2 stamina) - collab lit - 2000+ words - Leading the Chase
+4 (+2 speed, +2 stamina) - collab lit - 2000+ words - Cold
+4 (+2 speed, +2 stamina) - collab lit - 2000+ words - Spirit
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: [in progress]
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, hardly bigger than a squirrel's paw. She tried to keep all her legs in line, but sometimes they wouldn't listen and she'd stumble sideways. Nope! Nope! Nope! She was going to be a princess! And princesses didn't stumble. Mummy said so. Setting herself straight again, she started off again, trot trot trot.
She was a pale cream in colour, irregular lines
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 fun! She didn’t usually get to roam about the herd much during the day, but her father and mother were being very strange and hardly seemed to notice her. Even her young sister seemed far too interested in sleeping than to come and play, so Nuala was left to her own devices.
The sun was climbing higher, and it was a lovely day. The leaves were
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’t going to get a promotion until the old captain popped off and stopped holding a grudge against them. Though Flynn thought sourly, his upstart of a son was just as likely to be made the youngest captain in a century and then they’d never hear the end of it. Flynn and Glynn were wandering aimlessly through the wood, banking on the
Winter Year 754, Healing Dreams
Healing DreamsThe night was dark and full of terrors, the sky overcast, moon and the stars completely blacked out by the oppressive clouds. The grass had been covered in frost for days, but it was yet to snow. No matter what she did, Nuala could not seem to get warm. Running hardly held any interest for the young doe since rut started, and she certainly did not feel like exploring alone. She spent her days grazing by her mother’s side, trying not to flinch every time a pair of stags clashed antlers.
Tonight she rested between her mother and father as they slept, but even their combined body heat could not force the chill from her bones. She could hardly even sleep, waking at the slightest sound. Ever since that day in Autumn when she had ventured out alone, a day that had started out so normally, and turned so harrowing.
She could taste blackberries on her tongue, feel the tingle of thorn-tips on her lips as she picked the delicious berries from the weighted-down boughs. Then a dark shadow fel
Spring Year 755, Firefly Futures
Winter Year 755, Leading the chase
Leading the chaseNuala was very fond of snow. It chilled her legs to the bone when it was this deep, but she was tall enough now to bound across it, every time sinking in up to her chest. It was absolutely exhausting, but she loved it. Nobody could beat her in a race at the best of times, but nobody even tried in the snow.
When a fresh blanket fell, she delighted in making tracks, kicking up the powdery flakes behind her as she ran. But it wasn’t long before all the snow around the herd’s winter grazing was trampled and brown, and snow was no fun when it was soggy. The guards had learned all her tricks for slipping away unseen - she was five years old, they thought she would have grown out of it by now - but she still had one trick up her sleeve.
As soon as the snow began that night, she was gone. Some would swear blind that she simply disappeared on the spot, but she had no such magical powers. When the snow was falling, she just seemed to be invisible. Her pale winter coat was almost the
Autumn Year 757, Part 1: Cold
SpiritShe didn’t stop running until the Great Oak was in sight, and even then she only stopped because she could run no more. She had come here thinking it was the only safe place left for her. Her heart was throbbing from the run, chest heaving with the effort. Tears had dried on her cheeks as she ran. The panic and fear had not abated, but she could hardly feel anything. Shock was setting in, dulling her senses and making it impossible to think. Her mind was almost a total blank. And right now, a blissful blank was more comforting than anything.Plots:
Nuala came stepping over the roots, scuffing her cloven hooves on almost every one. Her feet felt so heavy. Why were they so heavy? She stopped and stared at them, unthinking, uncaring.
“Nuala!” The harsh voice cut through her silent bliss and she flinched. Looking up, she saw the broad chestnut stag with those unmistakable antlers trotting towards her. He was tall and magnificent and noble. Another day she would have cared. Anoth
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
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