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Autumn Beginnings
Featuring Lord Nuallan and Lady Celestine
Autumn, 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, Royal Glades

Celestine
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 day had been long and boring. Mother didn’t allow her to go off and play today, which made her a little upset. But in a way, mother’s reason did make sense. It was rut, the time of all that icky love and fighting stuff. Her mother was worried she would get trampled in a fight, and Celestine did not want that to happen, so she obeyed with disappointment.
But now it was late
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Literature
A New Face
Featuring Duke Romano and Lady Celestine
Late Summer, 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, Glenwood

Celestine
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.
Hidden away in the last patches of summer green grass lay a cream filly. She was rather bored. Her mother had decided to send her off to play as she put herself and her sister down for a nap. But Celestine could never seem to find any of the fawn
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Literature
Spring Beginnings
Featuring Poetry and Rhov
Spring, 764 of the New Age
Glenmore, Oldegrove

Rhov:
Spring had arrived once more, bringing with it new life. The air was filled with the tweeting of birds and the bleating of fawns. The forest was alive with all sorts of new life- scuffling and rustling in the bushes loud and clear. Rhov loved the spring- a new, fresh year. He was so thankful to be alive and to be well.. There had been times in his life that he had been bitter and angry, no longer wishing to carry on.. He had hated everything and everyone. But, those times were gone now. The young stag had grown to appreciate life and all that it had to offer him. He missed the old days yes, but those days had come and gone.. He tried his best to look into the future, even
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Literature
Politics and Fawns Don't Mix
Featuring Lady Celestine and Lady Arazair
Early Summer, 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, Royal Glades

Celestine
It wasn’t the first time the filly had entered the Royal Glades. In fact, she actually liked coming here. There were so many voices and it was filled with beautiful ladies and very handsome lords. She wished she could share it with her mother, but as she explained, she wasn’t allowed. How could she not be allowed? She was pretty like the other does… so why not? The cream didn’t really understand.
Celestine’s mother had allowed Celestine into the Royal Glades again. As she went of to play, her mother and younger sister remained hidden on the forest edge of the Royal Glades. Today, her dunalino mother wante
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Literature
Beauty of Magic
Featuring Rilien and Poetry
Late winter, 761 of the New Age
Glenmore, Glenwood

Poetry
Winter was almost at an end. The snows were almost melted, and small, green buds were beginning to sprout on the trees. The winds too, showed the promise of spring with its warmer breezes.
The sky was blue, with only a few clouds. The sun was set low, still finding it’s way up into the heavens where it would soon bring spring, then summer. Bits of grasses sprouted through the melting snow, and grazing upon them stood a light, dunalino doe. There was no doubt she was pregnant. To other fawnlings, she was just another pregnant doe, but to her, it was something she could not wai
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Literature
Play Before Tradition
Featuring Lady Celestine and Prince Valen
Late Summer, 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, Glenwood

Prince Valen:
Summer was dying, its life slowly ebbing away into autumn. Valen liked that the blazing hot days of summer were beginning to retreat. The red colt was too new and young to know about the changing of the seasons. He would surely be confused yet fascinated when the leaves began to change colors and fall. But, that time had not yet come. For now the red colt was just enjoying the cooler days... Little did he know that one day the days would be completely cold, with no warmth...
Sindri was taking him out to the Glenwood today. Valen loved the G
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Literature
Security of Family
Featuring Poetry, Lady Celestine and Blodwen
Early summer, Year 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, heading to/Loch Kerr

Poetry
Summer mornings always had that calming feeling. The air was cool, and fresh, and the dew sparkles covered the lush meadows and thick forests of Glenmore. The sun was just above the horizon, making the tree shadows dark, and long as if they were reaching for something. Clouds barely covering the sky, but if the day brought heat, they would surely vanish, making it a perfect day for a swim.
Following a secluded grassy path through the Glenwood forest, a dunalino doe l
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Literature
Memories, Present, and the Future
Featuring Poetry, Lady Celestine and Blodwen
Early spring, 763 of the New Age - A week after Blodwen’s birth
Glenmore, The Glenwood; Poetry’s den

Blodwen
It was raining. Not a very heavy rain, yet enough for most to try and stay dry in their dens, hoping that it would end sometime soon. If one looked out and up to the sky it would be hard to say whether it would or not; there was nothing but greyish skies all around, so unless you had something important to do, then you would probably be best of staying dry for as long as you could. Especially if you were one of this y
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Literature
To Bring a Smile Back?
Featuring Lady Celestine; mentioning Poetry, Lord Knox, and Blodwen
Early spring, 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, Glenwood

Spring had finally come, and with it brought new life of all living things. Trees began to sprout their small, little flower or leaf buds; pine trees had newly light green pine needles covering the old ones; the grass was lighter in colour now; and the meadows were almost filled with new fawns.
    She seemed to see fawns everywhere. There were many colours: bays, creams,
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Literature
The Strawberry and Apple Pie
Featuring Poetry and Blodwen 
Early spring, 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, The Glenwood; Poetry’s temporary den

Poetry
The feeling of life inside the doe had been experienced before, but not much remembered. The excitement and love after her first daughter came into her view swallowed those birthing memories whole, leaving the doe unknown of what the next birth would bring. She had been very much uncomfortable in the new den that was chosen somewhat close to the fawn’s father- Lord Knox. It wasn’t as big as Poetry remembered when she first saw it, now that she was in it, although the den hadn’t gotten smaller, but the dunalino had gotten bigger her
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Literature
Visitations
Featuring Poetry, Lady Celestine and Lord Knox
Late Autumn, 762 of the New Age
Glenmore, Glenwood

Poetry:
Who knows how long the doe had been awake without sleep. With her new glow, and Celestine teething, every night, was a long night. Poetry had been rather grumpy lately, which was unusual for her. Every sound, or thing irritated her greatly. It took everything she had not to snap at Celestine for the smallest things.
It was still too early in the pregnancy for her hormones to be
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Literature
Complications
Featuring Poetry, Lady Celestine and Lady Blodwen; mentioning Drustan and King Rafe
Early Spring, 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, Glenwood

The news had traveled all over the entire Glenmore. Other fawnlings made it clear that Drustan was no longer king, and had disappeared somewhere in the midst of Glenmore, and now, a new stag had taken over. Rafe- King Rafe.
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Featuring Lord Nuallan and Lady Celestine
Autumn, 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, Royal Glades


Celestine
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 day had been long and boring. Mother didn’t allow her to go off and play today, which made her a little upset. But in a way, mother’s reason did make sense. It was rut, the time of all that icky love and fighting stuff. Her mother was worried she would get trampled in a fight, and Celestine did not want that to happen, so she obeyed with disappointment.
But now it was later in the day, and the frequent sounds of clashing antlers from earlier had died down. After convincing, mother had finally let her go to play, but of course, whenever she was sent to play, she couldn’t seem to find any of the fawns she met. Standing in the open meadow of The Royal Glades, Celestine scanned the other fawnlings. Yet then her eyes stopped, not on anyone she knew, or was it?
“Lord Knoxsh?” She hadn’t seen him ever since her sister was born, and how she missed those bold stripes of his. Before even Celestine knew it, her dainty legs were already trotting his way. As she got closer, she realized it wasn’t the Lord, but that didn’t stop her.
“You look like Lord Knoxsh!” she exclaimed.

Nuallan
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.

Even with the unpleasant thoughts of the not warm stuff swirling in his head, Nuallan was enjoying the relief from summer’s much too warm grip, finally being able to run and bounce without getting too hot. Leaf piles were especially fun to play with, running towards them as fast as your legs could carry you and then jumping into them with a squeak of delight. The bright colors as they swirled above and around you. It was a lot of fun, even though the big ones gave the little Lordling dirty looks for making a mess. He didn’t care. He was having fun.
But it wasn’t all that fun for long when you were playing by yourself, most of the other fawns were either tucked tight against their mother’s side or simply not here. It wasn’t long before Nuallan took up his other favorite game. Which was sneaking up on and listening to the big ones talking. It took a lot of effort to sneak up on the big ones, and even more to not get chased away as soon as you settled in to snoop. He got chased away more than he succeeded, but it didn’t stop him from trying.
Knoxsh? Nuallan tipped his head back to stare at the other fawn, he looked like the Knoxsh? Did they mean the Knock? The one that he and his mam now lived with? Well, he guessed they did sort of look alike, but he thought his stripes much nicer than the Knock’s. He wiggled his ears trying to find the right words, “I looks a Knock?” He shook his head a little. “My stripe nicer!” That didn’t sound right at all, but he didn’t have much practice with speaking. He hoped the other would understand what he meant anyway.
“Humm… Who you?” Nuallan chirped happily.

Celestine
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.

“What a Knock? I said Knoxsh! You look like duh stripe Lord!” she repeated again, although she wasn’t so happy with her wording. But she knew she would get better, in time. On hearing what the colt said, she moved forward and slowly walked around him, inspecting his silver grulla colour and his pretty stripes. What was the difference? “Stripe look same…” she said simply, turning her eyes back to the colt. Although she had to admit, it had been a while since she saw the Lord.  
After realizing her eyes had drifted to the side, she turned back and locked them on the colt’s before her. “I be Celestine, a Lady az a matter of facs. Who be you?” she asked, large, curious ears forward.

Nuallan
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.

Nuallan’s ears perked up when she said she was a Lady, Lady Celstine? “Lady Celsstine.” He said slowly, he tipped his head forward as he’d seen others do. “I Lord Nu-lan.” He tried to draw out the sound the way his mother did, but it still came out funny and not quite his name, it was still close enough he figured. He grinned happily at her, his messy tail flicking in a pleased fashion.

Celestine
“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
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 asked about his dad and the Knoxsh again. The stripped colt figured she must mean the Knock and nodded, “Yes?” He really wasn’t sure, but they probably were one and the same so. He popped up from his spot on the ground, stretching his stiff limbs and shaking out his tail.

Celestine
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.

Just then the filly’s ears burst forward. Her mother was calling, it was time to go home. She jumped in front of the striped colt, smile large and wide. “T’was nice meetin you Lord Nulan! I see you soon hopully one dayz.” And with a twirl, she raced off toward the sound of her mother.

Autumn Beginnings
Featuring Lord Nuallan and Lady Celestine
Autumn, 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, Royal Glades


Short role-play with Aislein :)
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Featuring Duke Romano and Lady Celestine
Late Summer, 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, Glenwood


Celestine
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.

Hidden away in the last patches of summer green grass lay a cream filly. She was rather bored. Her mother had decided to send her off to play as she put herself and her sister down for a nap. But Celestine could never seem to find any of the fawns she had met, and she surely wasn’t up to the task to find anyone to play with. So, being restless and bored, the filly remained hidden away in the grass, keeping her sharp blue eyes open for anyone that seemed like a good target to play with or bug.

Romano
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".

He didn't have any friends. Romano never left the comfort of his family's side, always in his father's glade and peacefully watching him making statues of his does and teaching his son the art of nature. That's what he preferred - to stay in his close-knit circle of family. Who needed friends? The thought made him cringe.
He huffed, kicking a few small pebbles from his path until he reached a small clearing.

Celestine
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.

It was a fawnling, obviously, a colt. He was dark in colour, and covered in adorable fawn spots. Celestine was suddenly filled with excitement. She jumped to her feet and leaped toward him so they were nose to nose. Her ears were heavily towards him, crystal eyes gleaming, and smile obviously visible. The Lady was so excited that she hardly even noticed the agitation in the colt’s expression.

Romano
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.

Romano looked away awkwardly. He didn't know what to do... was this what all fawns did? Shoved themselves at each other? Maybe mama and papa would be happy if a pretty filly was his first friend. So he did the same, forcing his pinned ears forward and touching noses with the cremello fawn.

Celestine
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.


Romano
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
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
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.


Celestine
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.


A New Face
Featuring Duke Romano and Lady Celestine
Late Summer, 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, Glenwood


Simple role-play collab with sugisuga :)
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Ocean | Doe | Herd Member

Role-plays: Bullet; Red Closed.
Plots: Bullet; Yellow Depends. Note me!
Fighting/Sparring: Bullet; Red Closed.
Breeding: Bullet; Red Closed. 

Basic Information

Name: Ocean
Nickname: Ash (usually states as her name)
Gender: doe
Age: 5
Year of Birth: Spring, 757 of the New Age
Height: “predicted height” 10 hands
Build: light
Phenotype: Silver Smoky Cream Partially Restricted Fawn
Genotype: Ee/aa/CrCr/nZ/fwfw/nrz
Eye Colour: crystal, silvery blues
Design Sheet: #2

Sire: NPC Silverthorne Stag
Dam: NPC Silverthorne Doe
Bloodline: 100% Silverthorne
Magic Type: Fire


Skill Points

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]

Experience: 0

Breakdown

+7 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus
+3 speed - starter bonus
+3 stamina - starter bonus
+5 strength - starter bonus


Herd Information

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,
and quiet?
Sexuality: bisexual, but still leans nearer to stags
Current Location: Outskirts of Glenwood


Details

Personality: Secluded | Secretive | Determined | Versatile | Shy AF |

    [Secluded:]
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.

    [Secretive:]
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.

    [Determined:]
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.

    [Versatile:]
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.

    [Shy AF:]
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?

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Emily Janzen
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15 year old procrastinator that has a birthday on April fools. People say I'm obsessed with horses but I also have an obsession with wolves
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celestialfilly Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday! Fox emoji - birthday birthday cake 
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Thank you so much for the watch!! Sorry my thanks are a little late, I appreciate it none the less. :iconlovehug:
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Thank you for watch :D
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how could I not be fallowing you *_*
I fixed that 
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hehehe <3
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Thanks for the watch!~
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Thanks for the watch :)
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thank you for the watch<3<3
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I used to watch you a long time ago on instagram, and I went back there today and your art has developed so much!! AND i found your dA! I'm so excited to see your art again. La la la la 
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