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Spring, Year 758 of the New Age
Senka's caves, Oakfern
Featuring: Senka Sundri Ghanima
Senka watched the fawns, having awoken early she licked both relaxed, And still, she wished to hear word that Mindelan’s return would fill her white rimmed ears, but doubt made her heart heavy, but the pride placed there by her two small fawns brought her up again, as she watched the two she smiled softly. She wished the oracle had been able to bless them both. But she knew something had happened, had it been something to do with her stupid cousin becoming king? Or the rumors traveled even to an unwanted one she as a fawn had been cast aside and unwanted. The same had happened to Sundri.
Her pink tounge darted out from her black muzzle with white markings and licked each fawn, before carefully she climbed from under and around them, her small nose touched their
Re acquaintedRe acquainted
Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
Featuring: Rosalie and Aytan
She was being chased. Running so fast, she felt her muscles quiver with power and speed, though the trees and shrubs of the forest barely moved past her, moving as if she were just walking. Icy fear crept through her as she heard wolf howls, though they weren’t fully wolf sounding. They had an edge to them, some were deeper, some more ragged and icy and chilled, while others sharp and staggered her. Snow began falling, though the trees held their greenery and flowers held their blossoms.
Stumbling, she tripped over a large root that had pulled itself up, entangling her legs, snapping them. Screaming, she looked up to see inky wolf forms materialize, glowing eyes staring down at her. They were huge, almost as big as the largest fawnlings she’d seen. Many snarled at her before slinking into the undergr
A deal once moreNear the border of Glenmore, Blackwood
Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
Featuring: Brynmore and npc mysterious stag
Sound came slow, but it came incessantly. It grew loud, to the point of pain. Groaning, Brynmore blinked open a crusty eye, his muscles and body in a strange mix of agony and soreness. His whole body ached, and a dull throb ebbed at his leg. Leaves crackled under him as he shifted his weight around, and he gave up trying to lift his head as muscles refused and blood encrusted fur crinkled at the attempt.
He heard a snort close by, and shifting his eyes saw a large bull, about his size watching him as he chewed on some reeds. He was impressive, a bit weighty for being in Blackwood, though Brynmore didn’t doubt this bull was pure and part of the herd. The stag didn’t look familiar, though a small spark of recognition flickered through Brynmore. He’d probably seen him out and about the herd.
“Looks like you&
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