There was no doubt that a new season was approaching. Warm colours were abundant, coming from the trees and onto the ground. It was autumn. The heat was slowly beginning to lose its power, a cream noticed, as a cool breeze blew through her short, light blonde locks.
The trees had started changing color again, no longer were they vibrant green, but bright oranges, reds and yellows. Pretty colors a fawn would enjoy, if not for the fact it meant it was going to get cold again. The white stuff was pretty but it wasn’t fun to walk on, honestly it was downright irritating. The shiny white stuff particularly liked to make one lose his footing, and crash into other fawns and the big ones that wandered about. Who the striped colt found didn’t like being crashed into at all.
The striped colt turned his gaze to hers, and once the blue-eyed filly caught a glimpse of his rich, coffee-coloured brown eyes she knew for sure it wasn’t Knox, even though she could already tell it wasn’t him in the first place with this colts blacker coat. The filly was a little disappointed, finding out that he wasn’t Lord Knox after all, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from his. The colt was slightly larger in size and build. And his mane and tail were short, but straight and slightly messy. The appearance wanted to make the cream-coloured filly giggle, but she didn’t want to be rude.
He looked like a Knoxsh, not the Knock, a striped Lord? It was than he wondered if Knock and Knoxsh were the same thing or rather the same big one, he hadn’t seen many others with stripes yet. Shrugging it off the lordling watched the creamy hind walk around him, her blue eyes inspecting his flashy coat before she stated they looked the same, Nuallan couldn’t help the look of surprise that crossed his face. How could the stripes look the same, was he the only one that had noticed they didn’t? Well, that was disconcerting.
“Lord Nulan!” she repeated, letting his name slip off her tongue. “I like you name!” She gigged softly. “What you doin here alone anyway? Surely you have odder filly fwends, hmmm!” she giggled again, nudging his shoulder and fluttering her eyes before bursting into laughter. “Only teazing! Who you dad? Is it Knoxsh? I mean, you look like him, sooo…..”
Nuallan tipped his head, ears flopping over to the same side. She sure talked a lot, definitely knew more words than him. Frustrating. He tried very hard to learn words, but there were so many to learn. He swore old ones fell out of his head whenever new ones came in. “I like yous too?” He smiled, compliments were supposed to be nice for hinds. Suddenly she asked about filly friends, and nudged his shoulder with a giggle. Only for the creamy hind to say she was only teasing, hind’s seemed to like teasing, and doing that fluttery thing with their eyes. “I few friends!” He chirped, he’d made a couple friends, and that was a good thing!
Celestine circled the striped colt, blue eyes scanning him carefully as her creamy tail swayed back and forth. He surely looked like the striped stag she once, who also suddenly disappeared, although the colt’s mane was different. It was like hers- straight and in thin strands, unlike Knox’s who was in tight, thick bundles. Perhaps the young lord could lead her to him, and she can finally ask why he suddenly left. It was all quite confusing to the filly. He had been seeing her and her mother quite often until after her sister was born, he suddenly vanished. If the creamy filly had her way, she would go out to look for him, but it was mother’s rule that she had to stay within eye distance.
The days were getting shorter. The air was becoming more brisk with each coming day. It was no doubt that summer was coming to an end, especially as the leaves began to turn into their warm colours and some old ones were already fallen. It was a rather nice time. Between summer and autumn, it was rather perfect. It wasn’t too warm, nor too cold, and was still beautiful with all the colours the trees developed.
The dark colt sighed with agitation as his stepped rather impatiently through the fallen leaves and yellowing grass. The sounds of their crunch beneath his hooves gave him a silent feeling of victory, though he couldn't explain why. His mother and father had been more than comforting to him, babying him to no end, but lately they've been pestering about making "friends".
The cream filly’s large ears flew behind her at the sound of fallen leaves crunch behind her. Right away she remembered what her mother had taught her about sound. If the crunch was loud and heavy sounding, the animal was big. If it was quieter and lighter sounding, the animal was smaller. But the filly couldn’t help herself to keep her head away from wherever the sound was coming from, and in an instant, she flew her head around.
Taken aback by the sudden invasion of his privacy, he pulled away quickly from the pale filly. What the heck was she thinking? You can't just go around and do that! He released a soft snort and pinned his ears further, using the time to take a look at the filly. She was pale in color with bright blue eyes, obviously gorgeous.
Celestine let out her song of laughter before fluttering her eyes at him once again. “I be Celestine. Lady, as a matter of fact,” she stated nice and clearly. It wasn’t often she got to show off her title. Her mother already knew and her sister was still too young to understand what it meant, not that Celestine knew much more about it. “What your name? Are you a lord? You’re cute!” Words seemed to flood from her small mouth, but he couldn’t stop herself. She was still too young to understand that maybe, just maybe, this colt wanted space.
So she was a Lady. They’d definitely be happy if his first friend was a Lady. “Romano,” he stated, the feeling of having to introduce himself strange. “I’m not.. I’m a Duke. Duke Romano.” His father had educated him briefly of ranks, and he recently learned he was a royal, albeit not of higher-class, he still was. Cute? He blushed slightly - no one had ever called him cute, aside from his mother.. He coughed a bit. “T-thanks..” He avoided eye-contact. This was already too difficult.
Celestine’s mother didn’t really discuss ranks, so she wasn’t sure what a Duke was. She only heard of the King, Lords, Ladies, and commoners. That was it. Never a Duke. But she didn’t want to make a big fuss on where he stood on rank. She didn’t even care at the moment, he wasn’t even looking at her! She stepped closer to him, touching her nose on his cheek. “Why you no look at me?” she asked, crystal blue eyes overflowing with curiosity.
Romano didn’t have a good answer. “Uh..” he stuttered, the blush growing with each second. His socializing skills definitely needed work. Obviously, Celestine didn’t know the phrase ‘personal space’, and he flinched slightly when she touched him. He stepped back one, turning to face her. “Better?” he perked his ears as he asked.
She watched the colt step back, and turned his hazel-brown eyes toward her. She smiled with delight, and nodded. “Yes, dat better!” She paused her voice briefly. She suddenly realized that the colt wasn’t as excited as she was. Maybe he was more shy and reserved unlike the other fawns. She glanced around, seeing the other fawnlings at a small distance away from each other as they conversed. Maybe she was too close. Her blue eyes turned to face the buck, and realized her nose was almost touching if she craned her neck forward. She let out a cute giggle, and stepped back, positioning her front and back hooves right beside each other. She opened her small mouth, but suddenly there was a call. Her ears fell back, heading following the direction of the sound. She spun forward to face the colt, “Mommy calls me! I see you soon hopfuwy!” She twirled around and took off into the forest glades.
Plots: Depends. Note me!
Nickname: Ash (usually states as her name)
Year of Birth: Spring, 757 of the New Age
Height: “predicted height” 10 hands
Phenotype: Silver Smoky Cream Partially Restricted Fawn
Eye Colour: crystal, silvery blues
Design Sheet: #2
Sire: NPC Silverthorne Stag
Dam: NPC Silverthorne Doe
Bloodline: 100% Silverthorne
Magic Type: Fire
Speed: 10 [Medium Level]
Stamina: 6 [Basic Level]
Strength: 5 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)
Magic: 0 [Basic Level]
Herbs: 0 [Basic Level]
+7 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus
+3 speed - starter bonus
+3 stamina - starter bonus
+5 strength - starter bonus
Herd: Glenmore (Renegade)
Herd Position: herd member
Mate: Does he/she mind that she’s different, as in being a Silverthorne? Does he/she mind that she’s had a rough past, being as shy as she is,
Sexuality: bisexual, but still leans nearer to stags
Current Location: Outskirts of Glenwood
Personality: Secluded | Secretive | Determined | Versatile | Shy AF |
Ocean prefers her privacy over attention. She keeps to herself and doesn’t want, or seem to cause any trouble or drama. She avoids other fawnlings, yet this doesn’t mean she will run off if someone needs help or starts a conversation. Her guilt will prowl inside her if she ever did such a thing.
She’s very discreet. She tucks her history behind her and focuses on what’s ahead of her. There’s no time to be spreading her history around and her useless secrets. It’s a waste of time and overall, a waste of her own time.
Once Ocean has her mind set on something, there’s no stopping her unless she knows there won’t be hope for it to be accomplished. When she’s determined, she will try her best to accomplish whatever it is she had her heart set on.
Being shoved from one place to another, Ocean has become quite versatile. It’s somewhat easy for her to adapt in situations and places. Not only that, with her fire magic, she can easily stay warm in Glenmore’s winter months and in summer can easily overcome the heat. It’s nothing to her compared to Silverthorne.
She is shy, very shy, too shy! She doesn’t speak to anyone, unless she is spoken to first, but even then she has a hard time to give eye contact and to not stutter with her words. When she is around others, herself conscious is so high that she will sometimes stumble on her own mane or even her hooves due to the fact that her focus is on the other, wondering if they are watching her.
Appearance: She’s slim, dainty, and suave. Her eyes reflect that of light ocean blues, almost seeming to shimmer like the water does when the sun meets up with it. Her dainty body is lightly built, however is strong and sturdy looking. Her mane and tail locks are a dirty white colour that set off a blinding glare if angled right with the sun or moon. It’s mainly straight and very long, with an air-silk feeling. She has a single, straight horn and with each season will stay the same but length will increase until she is eight. Her movement is smooth and even, almost as if she is flying. She is sure-footed, making it easier for her to to run fast without the worry of tripping or slipping, also giving her an advantage to escape from someone or something. Her accessories are dependable except for a flower that holds up the mane that comes over her forehead, and the set of baby blue feathers in her mane and tail. Sometimes she’ll wear a ponytail in her mane or have it in braids, and on occasion, will wear a necklace or bracelet or two.
History: She was a freak. Her eyes were a freakish icey blue and her coat did her no good as well, a coat that resembled the colour of ash. She was a curse. When a fire burns out nothing is left but ruins and ash. Throughout her life, she received the nickname, Ruins and Ash.
She was a sweet little fawn. She was bold and assertive, playful and full of life just as any other fawn. But it wasn’t to last. Once Ocean turned one, her mother decided it was time to come out of hiding. And so Ocean was exposed to the fawnling world.
Curious and thrilled with the new sights, Ocean did not hesitate to try and make friends, but it was already too late. The fawns her age and older were already exposed to the likings of fiery coats, and she was not one of them. That very day she earned her nickname: Ash. The remains after a strong fire. Something worthless.
Throughout the few years that passed her nickname as Ash continued to the point where other fawnlings thought it was her name. Only her mother called her by her real name, yet since she grew up with the name Ash for such a long while, it didn’t bother her as much as it did when the name was first given. Infact, when another asked her name she simply gave the name Ash. Yet, because of the bullying, her self-esteem lowered so much to the point she isolated herself from other fawnlings, living alone with no other contact, even from her own mother.
Yet, when she did show herself from small time to time points, the other fawns continued to make fun of her, and one day, a new name came from their mouths. Ruins and Ash. It was a sudden change, and Ocean did not like it one bit. From the name Ruins and Ash, the other fawnlings began spreading rumors on how she was a ghost from the past- the fawnling that set The Ash Plains on fire and now has returned of what was left, ruins and ash. And this time, the name sunk deeply into her heart like a blade that leaves a scar among skin. She couldn’t take the bullying any longer. Ocean fled to the Northwest shore of Silverthorne in 762, making her way on the edges of Blackwood and through Oakfern, soon making her way into the lush lands of Glenwood.
She was a mess. Her mane was knotted, not to mention covered in new and old, healing scars, and her coat wasn’t very clean either, despite her long swim. Yet when she made her way to The Oldegrove, she was paid no attention, and she was glad of it. She stayed near the edges of the small community, avoiding any eye contact and observing what she witnessed. Ocean was stunned of how the Glenmorians lived their life. They looked like mice scattered about, all knowing what their exact job was.
Making her way into the unknown, Ocean stumbled upon The Royal Glades. There she met a Lady, who was not impressed by Ocean’s look. This Lady thought Ocean was a Lady as well, and after being cleaned up, she was mistaken as a Lady within The Royal Glades but only for a short time. Ocean was still so shy, and the Royals began to wonder who she actually was, and why they hadn’t seen her before. Ocean began to feel their eyes, and the conversations on her, so in the darkness of the night, Ocean fled. She made her way into the deeper parts of Glenwood and found herself at the beautiful Loch Kerr.
She calls it home here. Her den is nestled West of the Loch, a roomy but cozy cave that the mountains provided. Here in her stone cave, she practices her fire magic. She doesn’t really want to let other fawnlings know that she’s not a real Glenmorian.
By age six, Ocean was already interested in herbs. She was fascinated how a certain plant could fix a certain something. She spent most her days in The Gardens, studying about herbs on her own. With her free time, Ocean enjoys decorating her den with vines that provide pretty flowers and learning as much as she can about herbs and being a herbalist.
From the small time Ocean lived with the Royals, she learnt the Glenmore laws in days. Light coats for does, dark coats for stags. Royal blood was important, but commoner blood was filth. Stags were in charge, and does were not. The life and laws of Glenmore she accepted in an instant. She already passed the liking of a light coat with blue eyes. She wasn’t neither a commoner, or Royal, so her blood was neither pure or filth, and stags were in charge, but she didn’t plan to see any stags, so no one was in charge but herself at the moment.
This was their land, who was she to not agree with it?