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 Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 5:07 pm
 Begins: Feb 28th Ends: March 6th
You get to decide what is behind this little guy's bandages, as long as you can impress me with a back story! Explain why the fawn is wearing the bandages, where he/she came from, and the personality. Then describe his/her face, and any other detail not shown in this image. I will judge based on the depth you put into his/her back story as well as the creativity of your concept. If you already have a fawn you cannot enter for this one.
Name: The name of the fawn goes here!
Gender: Is the fawn a girl or a boy?
Lines: Will it grow on masculine or feminine forest lines?
History: Why is he/she wearing bandages? Where did he/she come from?
Personality: What's he/she like?
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 6:02 pm
Fawn's Name: Panoptes
Gender: Female
Lines: Feminine
History: Born to a herd of nomadic desert herla, this mutant fawn was abandoned quickly for her issues. Unable to move in the daytime, she was useless and a burden to the nomads. They bandaged her face and dropped her in the shade, hoping some kinder (or equally mutated) herla would take her in. They were a herd that didn't like being forced to stay behind to take care of the weak.
Personality: Panoptes is an odd child, and fully exposed, the daytime light completely blinds her sensitive eyes and makes her catatonic, making her prefer the night and cloudy days when she isn't covered. Her abandonment has given her a complex about her appearance, and she prefers to cover all her eyes, except for the two that belong where they are. Panoptes is reserved, with a soft wisdom a bit ahead of her age, and socially awkward around others. She isn't shy though, as being born from nomads, she still has an adventurous spirit and a healthy desire to learn and discover!
Appearance: Beneath the bandages hides the many eyes of this small fawn. Two where eyes should normally be, two smaller ones beneath those, another larger one on her forehead, and one sideways on the top of her nose. Her legs are bandaged to cover more eyes that are sealed shut. super poop doodle ref???
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 6:36 pm
Fawn's Name:
Femi (Egyptian for love)
Gender:
Female
Lines:
Femanine
History:
Amidst all of the baked sand there was located one mighty river, the same color as the markings on Femi’s body. It made life for her family possible by providing them with a singular thicket of lush green trees to take refuge in. Indeed she, and her family were forest Herla, but not in the traditional sense for their forest was in the midst of large dunes of sand, and a merciless sun. She grew up learning how to revere this powerful water source, and how to care for herself in the harshest of heats. Even so, she was not exempt from all dangers that her environment provided, though this one was closer to home.
Femi had always been a gorgeous fawn, the wings behind her ears lending to her natural beauty as well as her opalescent eyes lined with dark markings, reminiscent of those who built the large pyramids of blocks wore. The cream color of her body allowed her to blend into the sands with little to no issue, and her markings were always stunning. Everyone called her ‘Lily of the Nile’ due to her prowess in the environment and her looks, for upon her hind leg she wore what looked like a tattoo of a lily. Unfortunately, family and friends were not the only ones who found this appealing.
Femi’s name grew even more suitable than her parents knew when a young buck, used to the roughness of desert life, fell in love with her. Of course, she was much too young to reciprocate his feelings and she often found herself uncomfortable, and silent in his presence. This did not deter him though, he knew of the beauty she would someday have when she became a doe, and he wanted her.
On one starless night the stranger snuck into the thicket in search of his prize, ready to sweep her away, and keep her forever upon finding her. It is often told that the river was watching out for the fawn, for as he drew nearer the sound of the water grew louder, and louder until her father awakened, and chased the thief away. Alas, this was not the end of the issues, for the thief wanted his prize, and would do anything to get it. He tried sneaking in again, luring her away with beautiful things, and even wooing her, but to no avail. Her father was always there to put a stop to his ways.
As time went on her family knew the troubles would not end, and therefore decided to cover their daughter’s face with bandages so as to conceal her alluring eyes, and lovely features. They even covered her Lily marking to keep her identity even more hidden. The fawn was upset by this, and her parents attempted to soothe her by giving her a delicate looking circlet as recompense. Of course they knew it would only add to her beauty but it was all they could do to show how sorry they were.
They were lulled into a sense of false security as the suitor vanished, leaving their poor bandaged fawn alone. Unfortunately the peace did not last long, for the suitor was not fooled by their attempts to veil Femi’s beauty with bandages, and tales of disfiguring injuries. He finally managed to steal her away one night, as she was unable to see, and a very easy target to acquire. Taking her from all she had ever known, her fate was yet undecided. The last thing she heard before permanently being torn from her former life was the sorrow call of the blessed river.
Personality:
Femi was named for the love she often demonstrated towards others, even those she did not know. She grew up with an amazingly large heart, lending to her beauty. Beautiful as she is, Femi is not a pushover, being raised in the harsh environment of the desert she has learned how to survive. Even though she was removed from her home she still feels deeply connected to the river, swearing she can sometimes see it beckoning her when she closes her eyes.
Not only is she tough but she is also witty, she managed to escape the clutches of her captive, and find refuge with another family who helped her to remove her bandages. Though she is able to live undisturbed for the most part she is still wary of male attention, warranted or not. This does not mean she will turn tail, and run at the first sign of it, but she is careful not to allow herself to be fooled. A lesson she learned early when her captor tried to trick her into his captivity.
She knows she is beautiful in appearance, and holds tightly to the circlet her parents gave her. She even added a few bracelets to her hind leg to add to the glamour. She is vein but in a pleasant way, never making others feel less beautiful than her, only singing her praises when she feels she deserves them. She does give compliments to others as well, adding to the perfection of her name.
Appearance:
Beneath her bandages Femi wore a beautiful circlet of gold with moonstone gems encrusted in it. The bandages also covered her lovely, soft looking eyes with opalescent colors, thick lashes, and dark markings appearing almost like the makeup worn by Egyptian women. On her leg she had a marking matching those on her body, but looking somewhat like a Lily, like what she was nicknamed after. Now she wears a few bracelets there to accent it. (No references, I give the colorist creative freedoms with the appearance of items. ^^)
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 8:14 pm
Fawn's Name: Zephyrus
Gender: Male
Lines: Male
History: Harpies... we all know about them. The beautiful half-deer, half bird hinds whose wiles and voices entrance the unsuspecting into their claws. There exists a flock of them somewhere out there in the forest, worshiping women and despising men. To them, men are worthless and weak, only kept in the flock for breeding purposes. Never had there been a harpy male. In the flock, only the females exhibited harpy traits-- clawed back feet, wings on their heads and fore-legs, extremely sharp teeth, and cat eyes. The brainwashed males just accepted that males were born normal and females were born as harpies. Little did they know, however, that the harpies killed males exhibiting their traits upon birth.
One day, there was a mother who had a male harpy fawn. She was one of the gentler hinds and did not have it in her to kill the baby. Instead, she wrapped it in the ceremonial bandages and whisked it into the forest, pretending to be going about the death-ceremony. But once she was out of sight of her sisters, she ran through the forest until she was out of the flock's territory. Placing it reverently beneath the branches, she sang to him in the harpy's ancient language, wishing him luck and good fortune. It was all she could do, for if she was gone too long, the sisters would become suspicious. With a final lick to his head, she whispered, "Your name shall be Zephyrus, the god of the west wind and bringer of spring. May the winds bring you the scent of fresh flowers and a sweet future...". She then turned and ran back through the trees, back to the healthy harpy daughter she was allowed to keep.
Personality: He is a lonely fellow, never understanding why he was abandoned as a fawn. He remembers a soft voice whispering to him and the sounds of rustling feathers, but that is about all he recalls of his mother. Her kind gentleness seemed to have passed down to Zephyrus and he tends to be very warm-hearted. However, one should never forget that he has harpy blood running through his veins. One wrong hoof-step and his anger is sure to leave scars.
He also has a soft spot for plants and trees, residual from the words his mother said over him as she abandoned him.
Appearance: Little green wings on his fore-ankles, clawed back feet, sharp toothed grin, and yellow cat eyes... and anything else that seems harpy'ish to you... X} Artistic freedom is fun.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 12:24 am
Fawn's Name: Griffin
Gender: Male
Lines: Feminine
History: Griffin's story is a fairly unremarkable one as far as most abandoned children go, but sad nonetheless. He should have had a nice life, one of two fawns born to a new couple tooootally in love. It was a nice family scene! Only, Griffin made the mistake of fading in front of his parents. Certainly, no one can blame him for completely disappearing afterward in a surge of terror at his mother's scream. Whoops!
Both parents panicked, realizing their son had a curse, and it was a hard decision to make. But they still had one normal child. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe this one would find a new home, someone to take pity on the poor—oh guardians did you see his eyes, they couldn't they couldn't keep him they abandoned him and someone else would take him in surely he'd be fine they still had a good fawn it would all be fine really.
Swaddled in bandages in an attempt to keep him visible (trembling and bleating, he was faded almost constantly after his mother's breakdown, it was the best his father could do), Griffin was left near the edge of the forest. His family disappeared into the trees, and Griffin would never be seen again.
Personality: Skittish and desperate, Griffin is his own worst enemy. Although he doesn't realize it, his invisibility is based completely on how he feels. The more worked up he is, no matter what the emotion so long as it is strong, the more he will fade. On the other end, he will become completely visible when he is calm.
Too bad Griffin is never calm. Only all too aware of what a freak he is, Griffin is constantly afraid of being found out and outcasted again, or constantly afraid that one day he will completely disappear and no one will notice or care, he is afraid of going blind, being unable to see just as no one can see him, he is afraid of losing his voice, possibly the last refuge he'd have if he went completely invisible, he is afraid of losing his mobility, he is afraid of losing his hearing, Griffin is just plain afraid of anything and everything going wrong for him. It's no wonder he's so often fading.
Seeing as he doesn't realize his invisibility is linked to his emotions, Griffin is instead convinced it is a slow decay, an inevitable process, that one day he will completely fade. He doesn't want to just be a whisper in the wind, and although he really is a gentle, shy soul, he tends to act out to get attention. He wants so badly to be noticed and remembered, while at the same time fearing others' gaze.
So while he often seems to overreact, accusing others of sneaking up on him, trying to hurt him, make him lose more of himself, he doesn't mean it. He's just paranoid as hell and completely distrustful of others. Sad for one so young, but Griffin feels he has to look out for himself. No one else will, can't look after another when you can't see them! He might seem mean-spirited and mischievous, but it's a cry for attention. Even when he does bad, he knows it's bad and he hates it and he might apologize, just so long as you notice him, please.
Appearance: At this point, it should be obvious what is under those bandages. Nothing! Well, not completely. Griffin's eyes are still visible even when the rest of his face isn't; he'd be blind otherwise (because if we're gonna be unrealistic, let's at least try to be realistically unrealistic, am I right?). If he were to go uncovered, which is incredibly rare, he'd basically look like a floating pair of eyes. And that's freakish. But even freakier, Griffin's eyes resemble goat eyes, and also much like a goat they give him incredible peripheral vision. It'd be hard to sneak up on the kid, which is a comfort considering how paranoid he is.
In an effort to stay visible, Griffin resorts to wearing whatever he can find on his fading parts—a wrap or scarf of some sort for his head and neck, eyewear of some sort for his eyes, so on. He doesn't want to be found out, and as such tries very hard to cover himself up. A shame, with such beautiful markings. Were he to learn how to stay calm and control his invisibility, actually be visible, he'd be quite the handsome fellow.
But I'd leave that up to you, assuming he did indeed learn to stop fading and stop covering up by the time he grew to adulthood. Assuming that was allowed. WEH
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 5:35 pm
Fawn's Name: Surta
Gender: Male
Lines: Androgynous. If not, then feminine.
History: Whispers, whispers, always whispers. Surta didn't know what they were talking about, only that he was always kept hidden away. Tiny paws poked at his head and hooves, tugging at the cloth they wove around them. Why he was being hidden away, being wrapped up, he didn't have a clue. Only that something was "wrong" with him. His mother spoke softly to him while the mion worked, telling him this was for his own good, to protect the soft, sensitive, exposed skin. Surta was too sleepy to care. Besides, why would his mother lie to him? She was his whole world. Their father was often gone, possibly exploring the land.
Little did he know that what the whisperings were about. Of how the small herd blamed the father for how Surta looked, of how disaster would befall them, of what to do with the father and Surta. The mother's pleas fell on deaf ears. Unable to take it any longer, Surta's mother had spirited him away in the middle of the night. Stumbling along, blinded by the bandages and the darkness, Surta's footing was precarious at best. Still, he followed his mother with absolute trust.
Bumping into her, Surta inhaled her comforting scent. He wasn't sure why she had suddenly stopped. "Run, Surta! Run!" She whispered, her voice full of panic as she bolted forward. Surta didn't quite understand how he was to run when he couldn't really see anything, nor where he was supposed to run to. But run he did, and kept on running. Stumbling, tripping, crashing through whatever he came across, he heard a scream pierce the night. All fell silent, unnaturally silent, as he skidded to a halt. That scream... it sounded like his mother, but never had he heard her utter such a terrifying sound. He waited for what seemed like hours, but no other sound came. Filled with a sense of urgency, he pelted head-long into the night, for whatever had killed his mother would be after him soon. What predator would pass up the chance to prey upon a vulnerable fawn?
It was in this head-long flight that he crashed into another Herla, one who did not smell like his mother.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, brat?" came a strong voice above his head. It was definitely female, but the sound... it seemed as if the one it belonged to wasn't "normal".
Unable to reply clearly, due to the bandages around Surta's head, he resigned himself to the fact that he most likely would die. He'd be able to see his mother... Feeling the bandages being tugged on, he flinched away from the teeth. Teeth? He'd never met a Herla with teeth before... not like these.
"There. Now, answer me, brat. What the hell are you doing here, and what is your name?"
The bandages hung loosened from his mouth, and he spoke, softly and hesitantly. "Running away cuz herd doesn't want me. Mama told me to run. Mama's no more. Mama called me Surta."
Silence followed his statement. Then, unexpectedly, he was nuzzled, though it seemed the Herla was unused to showing any signs of affection. "You won't last long on your own, Surta. I'll take care of you until you've grown and are able to take care of yourself. Then you're on your own. I'm Azuza."
Personality: Surta is a shy, quiet, & soft-spoken fawn. He may appear apathetic, which is partially true. In reality, he's just hiding all his pain, hurt, anger, any and all emotions, away. He blames his old herd for the death of his mother, which fills him with anger, hate, pain, hurt, anguish... He blames himself for his mother's death as well. For being weak, for being born "wrong", for not being the son his mother deserved... He tries to hide away all of his emotions, so as to not appear weak to his new caretaker. He admires how strong she appears to be, and senses that she went through a similar experience when she was a fawn. He never wants to be a burden to anyone. He doesn't want anyone to suffer because of something he did, or wasn't able to do. Never again.
Appearance: Beneath the bandages around his head one would find a kind, but neutral, expression. A sharp tiny bump in the middle of his forehead, shimmering a soft shade of teal, heralds the beginnings of an elegantly curved horn. Around the pointy bump he has tan with thin teal markings coloration akin to those on the rest of his body, though upon majestic scales with a few tufts of fur along the bottom edge of his jaw. His eyes are a pale ice-blue. Beneath the bandages on his legs and feet one will find hooves a blue-teal fading to a green-teal before melding with the tan of his body. However, the scales also appear on his legs, with tufts of fur along the back.
To a Guardian, they might say he almost resembles a kirin.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 1:06 am
Fawn's Name: Aira
Gender: Female
Lines: Feminine
History: {WARNING IT MIGHT BE A LITTLE GRAPHICAL. But I know you can handle it, bby. <3 }
Aira used to be apart of a strong family of Herla, easily resembling valkyries, who prided themselves in their healthy moral's, and tradition. They were close knit with one another, and valued every member as an equal, regardless of age, gender, size, or shape. Even if they were not of direct blood relation, once you were accepted into the powerful family, they treated you just like their own. With such stalwart values, they lived prosperous lives, thriving off of the land, but would not starve it. Designated territory's were rotated year around to give the grass and natural bounty time to refresh and restock. They got along very well with most neighboring family's, even intermingling for festivities, socializing, and migrating to greener pastures. In general they were warm, and loving lineage, looked up to many. Most of their direct kin held wings adorned on heads, backs, and/or ankles, with horns of varying lengths and designs on their foreheads, in which were used for battle more times than not, thus becoming their pride and joy. Others had gems that instead representented their ability to hold heightened senses and awareness. They made excellent cleric's, scouts, leaders, and counseldeer, and even could tell a small snippet of the future, usually predetermining moves or decisions made.
But there was one group of Herla that despised them... or perhaps were grossly obsessed with them. They'd been rivals with the family for generations, for reasons no one can properly date back to. The righteous deer were seen as sport for the vile creatures that opposed their ways, poached for fun. Their magnificent horns, and those exotic head gems worth a pretty penny as well as respect in their own lineage. Those who slaughtered the most, or brought the best trophy pieces was often given high rankings, which came with perks of just about anything one could imagine. They were revered with a great deal of respect in their herd for taking down the powerful deer that were so well known. Raids would be conducted periodically, once training new blood had gone underway, and capable fighters were rounded up. The wayward kin typically had paws, with sharp claws, as well as long fangs, tails, and horns that were jagged, or chipped from over use and just bad breeding. Chivalry was not known to them, nor was pride. Their lifestyle was comparable to the ways of savages. They would attack at nights, when they'd find the valkyires most vulnerable; or so they thought. Guards were always up during the darkness, keeping watch over those that slumbered in Aira's herd. They would sound the alarm for others to join in, and ward off the coming ambush. Most times they would manage to push the offenders away, and force them to retreat back into the hellhole they were birthed from. But this would only keep the predators at bay for short periods of time, and always caused the righteous group to migrate on. It was a constant give and take, numbers knocked down on either side from time to time, but more times than not it just resulted in a stale mate. Such a ritual went on for years...
When Aira was born, she was instantly lathered in the affection and love of the grand family. Newborns were the greatest gifts in their eyes, and revered with the upmost importance. Her parents were wonderful, taking excellent care of her siblings and her with patience, and care. Naturally, other members took on the responsibilities of raising the young as well, stepping in for a parents absence if they were needed else where.
Upon one rainy evening, the sky was heavily veiled by a smokey cloak of clouds. They grew darker as the hours progressed, and rumbled their groans and moans as they wallowed by painstakingly slow. The rain didn't seem to be ready to let up anytime soon, causing most of the family to stay within the same area. Getting lost in such a storm would be detrimental... Hiding in the forest under the cover of the large and wide spread canopy's, Aira's kin were able to endure the shower, and kept to making sure all the young were dry and warm. A natural perimeter was set of those on the lookout for both any sign of danger, as well as having eyes to the sky for any chance of light breaking through the haze. Aira was sleeping peacefully against the warm fur of her fellow siblings, and a parent that was wrapped tightly around her, grooming each tiny fawn affectionately. The small hind's horn that was budding on the center of her head was paid the most attention, groomed a couple of times which aided in soothing the itch that had started to bug here days prior. Lulled happily, the small doe was oblivious to any type of distress that a higher up creature might have given out.... but it was almost all in one instant...
Thuds... everywhere, began to hit. Screams followed after, as well as bellows and growls. Suddenly bodies were dashing everywhere, snarls and bray's were sounding into the air around her. The warmth of the body around her was sharply tugged away, making the baby fall over with a soft bleat in surprise. Blinking her pale eyes open, feeling bodies rushing past her, and the symphony of clashing, ramming, and thudding ramping up, Aira was met with a sight of terror. The predator's had snuck up on the valkyries thanks to the pouring rain. It blocked out normally sensitive hearing from their approach, and their dark pelts blended in perfectly with the saturated surroundings. The opposing numbers were large, clearly a higher amount of the greedy deer than usual. Due to the surprise attack, many of the valkyires were caught off guard, getting torn this way and that by might fangs, and claws. The young were naturally who they tried to guard, forming a circle around each little patch of grass that held the innocent cargo. Fending off the vile creatures with all they had blood shed was starting to give way sooner than anticipated. Agonizing cries would fill the air, as flesh was torn, and fur scathed. Aira's face was filled with complete and utter horror... especially as she saw her own parents slaughtered right then and there. But before she could react properly, one of her kinsmen nudged her up, and gave a forceful shove to get the fawn going. Stumbling at first, she quickly gathered her hooving, and darted as fast as she could away from the scene. Flight instincts kicked in, and she was given a clear get away as hart and hind after another would ram into any offending deer in her way; whether intentional or not.... But she paused once to try and look over her shoulder for her siblings, only to be blocked by a dark looming figure. Gasping in surprise, the fawn was swiftly pinned down by one of the large beasts, acrid purple eyes staring with something.. the fawn had never in her young life seen... words could not describe the hunger in them... before she knew it, she was mercilessly bitten at. She bleated at the top of her lungs as her horn was gripped and pried off of her very forehead forcefully, pale eyes wide, and budding with tears. It didn't end there, unfortunately... mistaking those pretty eyes for the prized gems of her lineage, one of those was attacked as well... forced out of the socket with ease of a tearing paw... It was then that the little youngling fainted, blacked out, and her body went limp from the overwhelming amount of pain. While unconscious her wings at her ankles were pried off by mistake as she was being collected by her attacker. One of the Valkyries had rammed into the twisted hart just before she could be taken back for a meal... The two fought fiercely, but she would not know of it... nor anything else of the battle...
She didn't even wake for an entire day, left in the battlefield with her other fallen kin. Blood was a heavy stench in the air, bugs, and scavengers already starting to creep onto the field for a possible snack. One particular hind they tried to n** at was not having any of it. She was an older member of the once grand line of herla.. now the only remainder... as well as Aira. But as she gazed along the looted bodies littered on the ground, she knew her time would be soon as well... though she held a few scars along her flank, causing her to limp painfully, she knew the deepest gash of all was the one to her heart... As she hobbled about the graveyard, fighting back the tears that dared to disobey her will, she saw the tiny body of Aira... and the slow breathing that rose and fell on the delicate chest. Instantly, she made her way over, nosing and nuzzling the precious baby tenderly. Soft words were uttered in her strained voice, but a response was not give. The child was still alive... but such wounds were substantial... Luckily, the old hind was a healer. A medic, who could treat the woulds as best she could. The entire day was spent as such, hobbling about to find ingredients and herbs to bring back to the soundless youngling, tending to the cuts, and the gouged out eye socket. It was covered with fabric after it was treated, followed by bandages wrapped around securely. The same was applied to delicate hind legs where thin bone of what once held wings now remained. Once Aira was cleaned up and wrapped up, the old hind slowly got down on her creaky, aching legs to curl around her securely, providing warmth and comfort for the poor youngling. "There, there... you'll be alright.." she murmured shakily, before humming a gentle lullaby that soothed her into an endless slumber.
The scent attracted more than just scavengers and bugs... it also caught the attention of a passing hind. Cerie. The doe had been merely wandering and exploring when the distant stench suddenly hit her. Taken aback, she was halted yards off, ears pinning back, eyes intent in the direction that wreaked of death.... it was unlike any presence she'd ever known. To most, it would seem like a clear warning.. but for Cerie.. well, something drew her closer. Instinct? Intuition? Or perhaps the very faint, and weak pathetic bleat that echoed in the stilled forest. Her steps were careful, silent, and predetermined. The distressed call was all that she honed in on now, nose twitching anxiously from the unappealing scent, but ears fully alert to the desperate cry. Soon enough, she came upon the sight of a small, trembling fawn, stumbling about helplessly, head completely covered. Shocked, the graceful doe swiftly moved closer to act as a support for the poor thing, which earned a shocked bleat and tumble backwards instead,
"Little one, I won't hurt you~" she assured, in her usual soft, song like voice. The blood, and herbs were strong on the tiny hind... Shaking, clearly terrified, Aira only bleated again, before remaining on the ground. Her body was still too weak... Carefully, Cerie began to groom the orphan, tenderly along the head, ears and ear wings, to offer comfort. In grave need of it, Aira began to melt into it, shivering body scooting closer, until she was resting her head against one of the teal legs. She was too overworked to recoil. The traumatization being far too much for such a young thing to handle.... the images constantly flashing through her mind... But Cerie stayed with her, continuing the gentle affections. After a few moments though the beautiful hind lifted her head to look past the brush, and... red eyes widened, a gasp catching in her throat as the bodies were spotted.... her heart dropping to her stomach instantly. Quickly, her eyes darted down, as did her head. This baby... must have been from.... With just as much caution and consideration as before, Cerie lowered herself onto the ground, hidden by the overgrown vegetation that the baby had wandered into, keeping the two safe as she curled around the small body. The grooming commenced, slower, with closed eyes... the sight was more than she herself could even bear to look at.. Stinging began to bud behind her eyes, fluffy tail encompassing the entire fawn with ease. Aira nestled against the warm, smooth doe without a second thought, quelled slightly by her kindness, and compassionate presence.
"You poor thing..." was all Cerie managed to whisper... a tear sliding down smooth cheeks, collecting at her nose. The baby was exhausted from the attempt to walk, and fell under the coaxing of sleep once more. Cerie would not leave the baby for one second... food would be found once the fawn was able to walk again. But for now.... her maternal instincts told her to stay, and to comfort... Though she might have been innocent, and unaware of the situation, she could see easily that there was no other option than to take the fawn with her. Maybe a family member would find her later, but for now... Cerie would care for the child as if she were her own. And as those salty tears raced over the supple cheeks once more, the doe gave a final lick to a slender ear, before lifting her head to keep watch... protecting Aira as she regained her strength.
Personality: She has a good heart, and soul, but due to her experience of being attacked she's grown withdrawn, and uncertain of others. It takes awhile for her to open up, but once your trust has been gained, you've got a loyal friend on your side. <3
Appearance:
-She has a gem on the center of her forehead {if she has hair, I'd like it to not cover this}, that resembles this in replace of the horn to be she once had. The gem will be bigger than the surrounding part, like this one. It will be in an icy blue colour, the gem, and the surrounding metal design the same colour as the metal for her ankle wings.
-She'll be missing her right eye, and have a patch covering it. But you won't be able to see it on her lines, so you can just draw the string for it across her forehead, under the gem.
-Some scars over her remaining eye, which is almost pale white, with some light blue almost bursting around her pupil, if that makes sense? 8|a
the burst like how the brown is on this eye. As well as a scar going across her forehead gem, but underneath it, if that makes sense? Along her snout too. Like she was clawed at.
-Her little hind leg should have scars as well, as well as metal wings attached at the ankles to replace the ones that were there before. In gold, or bronze preferably.
inspiration?
-If she gets hair, something majestic? 8Ua in pale blonde?
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 2:48 pm
Fawn's Name:Ladon
Gender: Male
Lines: Masculine
History: The first few weeks of Ladon's life were full of stories told by his mother, who she heard from her guardian, of heroes and monsters from long, long ago. The Greeks, they were called, had endless tales of adventure that Ladon would listen to happily. One evening, after finishing the retelling of the Trojan War to her son, Ladon's mother was stuck by a grand idea. "My love," she cooed to her son, "Would you like to be a grand hero?" Of course he nodded enthusiastically and that finalized her motivation. She would do as Thetis did, dipping her baby Achilles into the river Styx to make him invulnerable. Ladon's mother had heard many tales of the mysterious properties of the glowing green lakes outside the forest where she lived. The idea of traveling there was shunned upon by her herd but for the sake of her fawn she would do it in secret.
As the two traveled Ladon's protests of weariness were quickly quieted with a story of Odysseus, Jason, or Heracles. He particularly liked the story of his name sake, the dragon who guarded the golden apples and was defeated by Heracles. It was only these distractions that kept the small fawn moving his legs. His mother worried that the longer they disappeared the more her herd's suspicion would grow.
Once at the nuclear waters his mother cooed and talked sweet words to her son, promising that he would feel much better very soon. By now he was overcome with exhaustion, barely squeaking when his mother picked him up by his tail and dunked him into the slimy liquid. Before he knew it he was back on the soft grass and promptly curled up to fall fast asleep. His mother carefully waited until her son was dry of all the glowing green and settled down next to him, ever so glad they had succeeded.
The trip back home was slower, if they were caught coming home it would be easier to lie her way out of it than if they had been spotted leaving. And as she expected as they entered the herd's grounds sentries were waiting for her. She wove pretty little lies of them going out exploring, wanting to spend some mother/son bonding time alone, but everything she could think of was ignored. They knew of her plans, they had sent a scout to follow her. In tears she watched as her confused and exhausted son was taken away, now seen as a plague to their humble herd. She was escorted to the opposite edge of the forest and cast out for breaking their laws.
Dazed and tired from his noxious bath and the long walk Ladon barely protested as he was wrapped in gauze to hide the sores and bumps that were forming over his body. He was left near a river outside the hartlands, a place were the herd knew mutants were allowed to live. They thought if he was lucky and truly not cursed by those waters a kind herla might not take notice to the strange wings already sticking out of his head or the bumps on his legs. If fate wasn't on his side it would not be their problem, they were just following the rules of their clan like his mother should have.
Personality: As he grows Ladon will forget most things about his mother but he will remember the stories she told him. He’ll aspire to be one of the great monsters that thwarted the guardians and that could only be defeated by great heroes. But all in good fun, that is. Ladon will be mischievous and fun loving, always up for a good adventure. He’ll hide behind the idea of being a grand monster when other herla begin to mock him for his strange appearances. Perhaps as he grows older he’ll find some friends that will accept him for his looks and he will turn into a tolerant, kind adult. Or perhaps he won’t and slowly decay into the monster everyone believes himself to be. Only time will tell.
Appearance: Thanks to that lovely green nuclear waste Ladon is a freak! He has two sets of eyes, one slightly smaller than the other. Both would be a solid, liquid color, the smaller set appearing more like markings or jewels until they blinked. As he grew the bumps covering his limbs would turn into jeweled scales and his forelegs would morph into small claws. His head and face would be decorated small scales, most of which would be covered by a small mop of hair with horns sprouting of it.
(You can have free reign with his appearance and change things if you’d like. What’s most important are those pretty four eyes and the monster/dragon theme.)
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:17 pm
Fawn's Name: Reth
Gender: male
Lines: Masculine
History:
Njeve looked down at the thicket, and the tiny, shivering little creature inside. Bringing this little thing into the world had taken his love from him. Was it worth it? The question stuck in the hart's mind like a fly, making itself known in the most inconvenient of manners. The child was his, after all, and the only thing he would ever have left of her. The hart bent downward, and nuzzled the tiny body. He was not the type to be a father... He had a herd to look after, and guide. For generations his line had led the band of nomads across the land. But now... Their people were a proud kind, beautiful, and ferocious. They ruled with tradition and strength, and the weak were let perish. She had become weak, just before the birth. Njeve shook his head, ears and wings swatting at a fly they would never reach. He had other things to worry about. The nomadic herds had never really minded one another. After all, each was forever moving, so why worry about boundaries and borders? Meeting another tribe was a thing to be celebrated, a chance for trading items, stories and more. Now, you had to be careful, and wary of all you met. Why hadn't he seen it? Maybe if he could have spotted it earlier, he could have found a way to stop it. After all, they had come calling to his band as well. They had sweet promises of prosperity, and peace, but the words fell on deaf ears. It had been all Njeve could do not to laugh in their faces when he had declined to join their amassing herd, and his people felt the same. They hadn't seen them again in days, but now their scent was in the air, and a scream broke the sky from the beach. The leader of the band whirled about on his heels, and darted into the night.
The night had turned the sands of the beach a dull silver. She would have loved a night like this, nestled right on the beach. But she was gone, and the only thing that awaited him was a small group, four, maybe five yearlings of his band, surrounded by the larger members of the very same herd they had encountered days ago. So much for peace and prosperity. With a snarl on his lips Njeve charged the one nearest himself, hooves landing heavy blows along the hart's back, and the chaos began.
Njeve awoke, the surf playing about his hair. For a moment, he could not remember.. Where was he? What had happened? And where was she, anyway? Oh.
The last clouds of sleep left him, and he remembered. The night had been long, and brutal. The yearlings had managed to escape in the chaos, as the thugs turned their sights to Njeve. He wasn't sure wether they had planned this, wether it was meant to be him to recieve the 'message,' or just whomever came along.. He had been stupid to rush in alone. He pulled himself to his feet, stiff and hurting, but his mind was elsewhere. The offering of peace and prosperity had turned into an ultimatum. An oath of loyalty to their king, or the destruction of their little band all together.
It could be said that the news that the small band recieved from their wounded king did not go over well. Without another word, the band began to prepare. They had met bands like these before, trying to take them. Trying to change them. Almost immediately preparations began. All who could hold a weapon were armed, and the small band waited. Three days were all they would be given before the band would return, and in much greater numbers.
The three days went quickly, barely a blur before they were readied at the beach with Njeve at their lead. He felt his heart drop when he saw their numbers. Somehow, he had clung to the hope that they might just have a chance, that their feeble hundred might be able to somehow match the more than three hundred coming to greet them. Their leader called to him with a vicious grin, demanding their oaths. Njeve gave no answer. He thought he had made their answer clear enough.
The clash stained the sands red, and by noon forty stood where one hundred once had been. At their master's call, the warriors receded. He laughed as Njeve struggled to his feet, eyes narrowed above an evil sneer. There was something in this leader, something that this new King did not like. Whatever it was, it needed to be broken. He looked to Njeve, and proposed a new deal. It was no secret that Njeve had just been blessed with an heir, at the cost of his Queen. The Heir, he demanded, and in return he would spare the small band, struggling on the beach. He would send a messenger to the beach when the moon was high, to await the child. They would return in the morn, should the deal not be fulfilled. Njeve left the beach, slowly, painfully and deliberately. One or all. One life, or all of them.
The messenger had not waited long at the beach before a shadow began to approach. A handmaid, with the child bound and limp across her back. The messenger spat in the sands. "The child was supposed to be alive." The handmaid knelt, and let the child slide from her shoulders. "...Our king could not look at the child. You would do best to leave the bandages be..." Her eyes turned cold upon the messenger, a deeply rooted hate burning in her every fiber. "And for what it is worth, I hope the lot of you burn." The messenger took the fawn with a snort, and was on his way. He wasn't the one who made the call, so why be so irritated with him? Yeah, it was a cold hearted thing, asking the man to sacrifice his child or watch the lot of them die. Not exactly the call he would have made, but he was just a grunt. What was he supposed to do? The messenger kept his head down, and did his best not to think about the child covered in bandages, slung across his back.
"Boss, I got the kid." The Messenger's king sneered. He hadn't thought the old barbarian would do it. Logical of him. "Good. Now get rid of it." He ordered the messenger with a yawn, settling into a pile of pelts. The messanger's expression dropped. "What the he--I mean..What do you mean, Your Highness?" The King rolled his eyes, "I mean exactly what I say. Take it out into the forest, and get rid of it." A ripple of irritation took the King's features. "Or will you not obey my orders?" The messenger paled. "No sir. I'll take care of it." His words were quick, almost as quick as his feet on the way out of the glen. Once he was a safe distance, both his heart and his feet turned to lead. How had it come to this? With a sigh, he figured that this place was as good as any. No use in putting things off any longer anyway. He dropped the fawn to the grass. They had taken rather good care to wrap not just the fawn's legs, and bind them together, but also the face, and ears. Curiosity gnawed at him, wondering why. What sort of king couldn't bear to look at his own child? I dunnno, the kind that trades them off? Before he could stop himself, the Messenger had reached out, and tugged at the bandages around the fawn's neck.
The fawn lifted his head, large blue-green eyes lined with thick dark lashes blinkingly looked up at the messenger. The little ears pricked questioningly foreward, as the small wings nervously adjusted themselves with a birdlike charm. He was the exact image of his mother, whose beauty had swayed even a king.
Shouldn't have done that. The messanger backed away from the blinking, beautiful little babe. What was he doing out here, anyway? He was a messenger, not a murderer. Especially not a fawn-killer! His chest grew tight with panic, he couldn't do this! But wait.. He could just leave the kid here, no one would ever know the difference, right? Hastily, he replaced the bandages, but for the life of him could not get the ears and wings pinned back into place. At a second thought, he unbound the fawn's legs, leaving them wrapped. It was scarcely a moment more before he had disappeared into the night, leaving the fawn alone, far from anything he knew.
Personality: Often mistaken for a girl, Reth seems to make extra measures to make sure that it is known that he's a boy. Still, he seems to have no issue with using his charms to his advantage. He has no qualms with charming someone into giving him what he wants, but his rough start to life makes him extremely slow to trust. With no family to speak of, he would spend much of his time struggling to find a place in this world. He would do his best to be happy, on his own and otherwise. When he does find a rolemodel, or an adoptive family, he would have trouble adjusting to rely on others, and it would be something that would stick with him through out his life. At his core, Reth is a good child, strong willed with a defined sense of right and wrong. Sadly, this defined sense of wright and wrong would likely lead to him white knighting rather often, and consequently getting into many, many fights. While he acts confidant, and almost cocky as he grows, he also can't help but feel like he's got something to prove to himself, to the world, and to whomever abandoned him.
As he grows into a yearling, I can see a lot of questions forming, along with fantasies about how he got here. He probably wouldn't remember exactly what happened, or even much of his father and home, having left so young. He'd likely be prone to flat out lie about his situation, or lack of parents, for fear someone bad will try to take him. He would search high and low for his parents, but never knowing what to look for, he would undoubtedly come up with nothing.
As an adult, he would likely be a lady's man, preferring to love and leave, rather than risk commitment and further abandonment. Eventually, he'll figure out that that isn't enough, and start searching for more. Whether this leads to another string of ill fated relationships, or him renewing the search for his parents with a new determination, or both, I'm not quite sure yet. (It would depend on his rp development ^^ wink At this age, he will also start to feel restless, and irritated with the complacency of things. He'll likely want to venture to some of the other territories around this time, see the world and meet others.
Appearance: Thick, lush eyelashes and large, beautiful bi-colored eyes, one green, one blue. Markings that match the ones along his back, and reminiscent of a gazelle. Blonde touseled hair (if any). The style also shows in his cheeks, where the fur grows thick, and fluffy. I do have a reference image, but could not get to a scanner in time...
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 6:20 pm
That was DIFFICULT to judge HNNG Thank you everyone for entering, I enjoyed all the entries! I really liked everyone's concepts, and I hope you consider pursuing them as customs. Congrats Lita, Ladon will grow on the 13th. <3 Lita Maxwell Fawn's Name:Ladon
Gender: Male
Lines: Masculine
History: The first few weeks of Ladon's life were full of stories told by his mother, who she heard from her guardian, of heroes and monsters from long, long ago. The Greeks, they were called, had endless tales of adventure that Ladon would listen to happily. One evening, after finishing the retelling of the Trojan War to her son, Ladon's mother was stuck by a grand idea. "My love," she cooed to her son, "Would you like to be a grand hero?" Of course he nodded enthusiastically and that finalized her motivation. She would do as Thetis did, dipping her baby Achilles into the river Styx to make him invulnerable. Ladon's mother had heard many tales of the mysterious properties of the glowing green lakes outside the forest where she lived. The idea of traveling there was shunned upon by her herd but for the sake of her fawn she would do it in secret.
As the two traveled Ladon's protests of weariness were quickly quieted with a story of Odysseus, Jason, or Heracles. He particularly liked the story of his name sake, the dragon who guarded the golden apples and was defeated by Heracles. It was only these distractions that kept the small fawn moving his legs. His mother worried that the longer they disappeared the more her herd's suspicion would grow.
Once at the nuclear waters his mother cooed and talked sweet words to her son, promising that he would feel much better very soon. By now he was overcome with exhaustion, barely squeaking when his mother picked him up by his tail and dunked him into the slimy liquid. Before he knew it he was back on the soft grass and promptly curled up to fall fast asleep. His mother carefully waited until her son was dry of all the glowing green and settled down next to him, ever so glad they had succeeded.
The trip back home was slower, if they were caught coming home it would be easier to lie her way out of it than if they had been spotted leaving. And as she expected as they entered the herd's grounds sentries were waiting for her. She wove pretty little lies of them going out exploring, wanting to spend some mother/son bonding time alone, but everything she could think of was ignored. They knew of her plans, they had sent a scout to follow her. In tears she watched as her confused and exhausted son was taken away, now seen as a plague to their humble herd. She was escorted to the opposite edge of the forest and cast out for breaking their laws.
Dazed and tired from his noxious bath and the long walk Ladon barely protested as he was wrapped in gauze to hide the sores and bumps that were forming over his body. He was left near a river outside the hartlands, a place were the herd knew mutants were allowed to live. They thought if he was lucky and truly not cursed by those waters a kind herla might not take notice to the strange wings already sticking out of his head or the bumps on his legs. If fate wasn't on his side it would not be their problem, they were just following the rules of their clan like his mother should have.
Personality: As he grows Ladon will forget most things about his mother but he will remember the stories she told him. He’ll aspire to be one of the great monsters that thwarted the guardians and that could only be defeated by great heroes. But all in good fun, that is. Ladon will be mischievous and fun loving, always up for a good adventure. He’ll hide behind the idea of being a grand monster when other herla begin to mock him for his strange appearances. Perhaps as he grows older he’ll find some friends that will accept him for his looks and he will turn into a tolerant, kind adult. Or perhaps he won’t and slowly decay into the monster everyone believes himself to be. Only time will tell.
Appearance: Thanks to that lovely green nuclear waste Ladon is a freak! He has two sets of eyes, one slightly smaller than the other. Both would be a solid, liquid color, the smaller set appearing more like markings or jewels until they blinked. As he grew the bumps covering his limbs would turn into jeweled scales and his forelegs would morph into small claws. His head and face would be decorated small scales, most of which would be covered by a small mop of hair with horns sprouting of it.
(You can have free reign with his appearance and change things if you’d like. What’s most important are those pretty four eyes and the monster/dragon theme.)
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