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Re-doing  my old plot journal because it is way outdated orz
And I am loosing track so I need to write these down!!
Everyone is open for RP's! Shoot me a note if interested!
A note about rp's- I am very slow, but I will write big replies. I am neck-deep in my PhD right now so I can drop off the radar entirely when things get busy, but I will not abandon an rp!

WINDBOURNE
Lithili|Doe|Herbalist by Haloclimb
Lithili
Windborne
(Can be found in most areas of Windborne)
Born Y760 (8 y.o currently)
Herbalist

Lithili is a big ol' goofball. She has her head in the sky and is usually either looking at plants really intently, or rambling on about how cool birds are. She's sweet as anything but a bit naive, and is is very adventurous like most Windbornes. She is becoming more nomadic, and in the next few years will leave the Allied Herd entirely and becoming a travelling doctor/herbalist. She'll treat anyone, regardless of herd affiliation- a true neutral party!

LOOKING FOR:

-Always looking for more friends for Lili to play with.
-General encouters with other Windbornes!
-Practice with magic and herbs
-Getting chased away by some loyalists? She sticks her nose into way too many places!
-General stat building; always up for this!
-Gearing up for an expedition to the other lands; will not happen until she is around 15! (I need to get her stats up so she is safe for the ocean passage and Blackwood!)

NOT LOOKING:
-Mates, romance, any of that jazz. She's completely uninterested in romance or babbu's, and will just side-eye any does or stags who try and sweet-talk her.
-Serious violence. She's my precious tiny child! I'm happy to write cute rp's with her getting chased off or bullied, but I have 0% interest in her getting seriously hurt or abused.

BREEDING NOTES:
-Closed indefinitely.

CURRENT/ PLANNED RP'S:
-Art collab with Ace118 (I will note you shortly about this and we can get cracking!)


Hakea / Doe / Soldier / Glenmore Refugee by Haloclimb
Hakea
Windbourne (Can be found with the Allied Herd)
Born Y758 (Currently 10 y.o)
Soldier
NOT YET ACCEPTED- PLANNING ONLY</u>

Hakea is a grumpy grump with a tender spot for those who are different or in danger. Need someone to step in and slap a couple bullies? Hakea is your girl! While she isn't fond of stags, she will be cordial, and can warm up to some eventually if they show they are okay. Anyone who disrespects does or bullies others, however, will feel the full brunt of her anger. She is a fleeing fleer from Glenmore and has pretty negative associations with anything from there- so stags with harems, 'does as property' mindsets, and ridicule for coat colour are red flags to her. She is pretty awkward around fawns, but does her best to keep them safe. Is very proud of being a Soldier, and loves the gender equality in Windbourne with all her heart!

LOOKING FOR:
-SPARRING
-TRAINING
-Friends!
-General rp's!
-Kicking Loyalists butt's!

NOT LOOKING:
-Breeding
-Romance (Something is already in the works!)

BREEDING NOTES:
-Currently closed. It will take a while in-game before she feels ready to even think about fawns!

CURRENT/PLANNED RP'S
-Currently not accepted- happy to start hashing out ideas!

BLACKWOOD

Rook / Stag / Blackwood / Scavenger by Haloclimb
Rook
Blackwood
Born Y756
(11 y.o currently)
Scavenger

Rook is a Blackwood through and through; think does are the bees knees, and wants to throw bees at the knees of any Glenmorian stag he comes across. He's a cheerful fellow with a pretty accepting view of death, in that everyone will die at some point, so why worry about it? He throws himself 110% into everything and is stubborn as a mule. He doesn't mind crossbreds as long as they prove themselves, and dreams of one day being a Warrior or Raider and helping abused and hurt Glenmore does escape into the Blackwood or cross the border into Silverthorne if they so desire.


BIG PLOTS:
-Working his way up to being a Warrior. (So close!)

LOOKING FOR:
-Always looking for friends and general interactions!
-Sparring, sparring, sparring!
-Probably some teasing about how scruffy he is/ how plain his antlers are.
-Arguments over food because he's a big fattie and will scoff down whatever food he can find, even if it isn't his
-FAMILY! Do you want this handsome stag to be related to your Blackwoods in some way? Throw me a line and let me know! I'd love for him to have some siblings or cousins!
-General interactions with other Blackwoods
-Small scuffles with young Glenmore guards; older and more experienced guards he will run and get other Warriors to fight them off.
-RIVALRIES!!

NOT LOOKING:
-
Right now, I'm not looking at any SERIOUS romance plots. Crushes and puppy love is fine (of either gender!), but I don't want to tie him to anything serious until I've got a better idea of where I'm going with him.
-Rook is a kind hearted stag, and is crazy respectful of does. He will never try and force a doe, and will never try and steal her out of her home. He will try and convince a doe to leave, but if she says no or quite obviously doesn't want to leave, he will drop the subject and leave her be.

BREEDING NOTES:
-OPEN. Note: I would prefer him to NOT be amazing and have fawns each year. If you need a pretty face to fill up a doe's harem, he is most definitely your man! If he is chosen by a doe, he WILL try and be involved in both the does and the fawns life, even if it's just being a helping hand to the doe with the fawn.

CURRENT/PLANNED RPS:

-Training sesh between Brago and Rook. (Art collab & rp. Art collab: Sketch & Lines by me, colours, shading & background by @BVS-Isle.Sketch and Lines are DONE! RP is in the process of getting started! Sorry it is taking so long orz)
-Rook and Zevi have a friendly spar. (Art collab with LadyOfTheYautja . Sketch & lines by me, colours, shading and background by L-J! Sketch and lines are DONE and finally on their way sob)
-Sparring with Dewayne (Art collab with Rodwendess - I will get on the bg and sketch this weekend and shoot it off to you!)
-Rook meets Semiramis! (Rp with Ettid  -Just checking to see if you were still interested?)
-Rook finds a lost Lucy! (Rp with salemtide -were you still interested in this?)
-Sparring between Morgoth and Rook! (Rp with PrimalInstincts)

GLENMORE / RENEGADE

Kiore / Colt / Renegade by Haloclimb
Kiore
Glenmore (Currently in the Needle with his fam)
Born Y767 (Currently 1 y.o)

Kiore is a tiny, fluffy grump who is Very Upset that no-one takes his anger seriously. As he is all of one years old, this means he squeaks a lot and nips at fawnlings ankles. He is rough around the edges but very affectionate with those he likes, which is pretty much just his family at this point. Think of a cat, and you have his personality. He is very greedy and will stuff anything edible in his mouth! He is also very mischievous and will definitely get into trouble or pull pranks if he thinks he can get away with it. He is a renegade through and through, and thanks to his mamas proncessness he is a full Oakfern!

LOOKING FOR:
-Right now, not much! He is very smol and is stuck to the side of Belial when he is not stuck to his mothers side.
-Meeting other Renegade babs! Also, meeting with other Renegades as he has a tendency to wander.
-Always up for family rp's aaaah

NOT LOOKING:
-Him getting hurt, kidnapped, killed etc.
-Romance. He 2 smol and I'm still working out just what is going to happen with this!

BREEDING NOTES:
-he a babby
-Kiore is going to grow into a tiny angry grey pillow who has a tendency to wander. It's not really known what he would be like as a dad! This will be developed as he grows.

CURRENT RP'S:
-Mommy and baby bonding between Lassie and Kiore. (Art collab, sketch & lines by me, colours, shading and background by DatNachtmare. Will be sending you the lines soon!)

Activity


Re-doing  my old plot journal because it is way outdated orz
And I am loosing track so I need to write these down!!
Everyone is open for RP's! Shoot me a note if interested!
A note about rp's- I am very slow, but I will write big replies. I am neck-deep in my PhD right now so I can drop off the radar entirely when things get busy, but I will not abandon an rp!

WINDBOURNE
Lithili|Doe|Herbalist by Haloclimb
Lithili
Windborne
(Can be found in most areas of Windborne)
Born Y760 (8 y.o currently)
Herbalist

Lithili is a big ol' goofball. She has her head in the sky and is usually either looking at plants really intently, or rambling on about how cool birds are. She's sweet as anything but a bit naive, and is is very adventurous like most Windbornes. She is becoming more nomadic, and in the next few years will leave the Allied Herd entirely and becoming a travelling doctor/herbalist. She'll treat anyone, regardless of herd affiliation- a true neutral party!

LOOKING FOR:

-Always looking for more friends for Lili to play with.
-General encouters with other Windbornes!
-Practice with magic and herbs
-Getting chased away by some loyalists? She sticks her nose into way too many places!
-General stat building; always up for this!
-Gearing up for an expedition to the other lands; will not happen until she is around 15! (I need to get her stats up so she is safe for the ocean passage and Blackwood!)

NOT LOOKING:
-Mates, romance, any of that jazz. She's completely uninterested in romance or babbu's, and will just side-eye any does or stags who try and sweet-talk her.
-Serious violence. She's my precious tiny child! I'm happy to write cute rp's with her getting chased off or bullied, but I have 0% interest in her getting seriously hurt or abused.

BREEDING NOTES:
-Closed indefinitely.

CURRENT/ PLANNED RP'S:
-Art collab with Ace118 (I will note you shortly about this and we can get cracking!)


Hakea / Doe / Soldier / Glenmore Refugee by Haloclimb
Hakea
Windbourne (Can be found with the Allied Herd)
Born Y758 (Currently 10 y.o)
Soldier
NOT YET ACCEPTED- PLANNING ONLY</u>

Hakea is a grumpy grump with a tender spot for those who are different or in danger. Need someone to step in and slap a couple bullies? Hakea is your girl! While she isn't fond of stags, she will be cordial, and can warm up to some eventually if they show they are okay. Anyone who disrespects does or bullies others, however, will feel the full brunt of her anger. She is a fleeing fleer from Glenmore and has pretty negative associations with anything from there- so stags with harems, 'does as property' mindsets, and ridicule for coat colour are red flags to her. She is pretty awkward around fawns, but does her best to keep them safe. Is very proud of being a Soldier, and loves the gender equality in Windbourne with all her heart!

LOOKING FOR:
-SPARRING
-TRAINING
-Friends!
-General rp's!
-Kicking Loyalists butt's!

NOT LOOKING:
-Breeding
-Romance (Something is already in the works!)

BREEDING NOTES:
-Currently closed. It will take a while in-game before she feels ready to even think about fawns!

CURRENT/PLANNED RP'S
-Currently not accepted- happy to start hashing out ideas!

BLACKWOOD

Rook / Stag / Blackwood / Scavenger by Haloclimb
Rook
Blackwood
Born Y756
(11 y.o currently)
Scavenger

Rook is a Blackwood through and through; think does are the bees knees, and wants to throw bees at the knees of any Glenmorian stag he comes across. He's a cheerful fellow with a pretty accepting view of death, in that everyone will die at some point, so why worry about it? He throws himself 110% into everything and is stubborn as a mule. He doesn't mind crossbreds as long as they prove themselves, and dreams of one day being a Warrior or Raider and helping abused and hurt Glenmore does escape into the Blackwood or cross the border into Silverthorne if they so desire.


BIG PLOTS:
-Working his way up to being a Warrior. (So close!)

LOOKING FOR:
-Always looking for friends and general interactions!
-Sparring, sparring, sparring!
-Probably some teasing about how scruffy he is/ how plain his antlers are.
-Arguments over food because he's a big fattie and will scoff down whatever food he can find, even if it isn't his
-FAMILY! Do you want this handsome stag to be related to your Blackwoods in some way? Throw me a line and let me know! I'd love for him to have some siblings or cousins!
-General interactions with other Blackwoods
-Small scuffles with young Glenmore guards; older and more experienced guards he will run and get other Warriors to fight them off.
-RIVALRIES!!

NOT LOOKING:
-
Right now, I'm not looking at any SERIOUS romance plots. Crushes and puppy love is fine (of either gender!), but I don't want to tie him to anything serious until I've got a better idea of where I'm going with him.
-Rook is a kind hearted stag, and is crazy respectful of does. He will never try and force a doe, and will never try and steal her out of her home. He will try and convince a doe to leave, but if she says no or quite obviously doesn't want to leave, he will drop the subject and leave her be.

BREEDING NOTES:
-OPEN. Note: I would prefer him to NOT be amazing and have fawns each year. If you need a pretty face to fill up a doe's harem, he is most definitely your man! If he is chosen by a doe, he WILL try and be involved in both the does and the fawns life, even if it's just being a helping hand to the doe with the fawn.

CURRENT/PLANNED RPS:

-Training sesh between Brago and Rook. (Art collab & rp. Art collab: Sketch & Lines by me, colours, shading & background by @BVS-Isle.Sketch and Lines are DONE! RP is in the process of getting started! Sorry it is taking so long orz)
-Rook and Zevi have a friendly spar. (Art collab with LadyOfTheYautja . Sketch & lines by me, colours, shading and background by L-J! Sketch and lines are DONE and finally on their way sob)
-Sparring with Dewayne (Art collab with Rodwendess - I will get on the bg and sketch this weekend and shoot it off to you!)
-Rook meets Semiramis! (Rp with Ettid  -Just checking to see if you were still interested?)
-Rook finds a lost Lucy! (Rp with salemtide -were you still interested in this?)
-Sparring between Morgoth and Rook! (Rp with PrimalInstincts)

GLENMORE / RENEGADE

Kiore / Colt / Renegade by Haloclimb
Kiore
Glenmore (Currently in the Needle with his fam)
Born Y767 (Currently 1 y.o)

Kiore is a tiny, fluffy grump who is Very Upset that no-one takes his anger seriously. As he is all of one years old, this means he squeaks a lot and nips at fawnlings ankles. He is rough around the edges but very affectionate with those he likes, which is pretty much just his family at this point. Think of a cat, and you have his personality. He is very greedy and will stuff anything edible in his mouth! He is also very mischievous and will definitely get into trouble or pull pranks if he thinks he can get away with it. He is a renegade through and through, and thanks to his mamas proncessness he is a full Oakfern!

LOOKING FOR:
-Right now, not much! He is very smol and is stuck to the side of Belial when he is not stuck to his mothers side.
-Meeting other Renegade babs! Also, meeting with other Renegades as he has a tendency to wander.
-Always up for family rp's aaaah

NOT LOOKING:
-Him getting hurt, kidnapped, killed etc.
-Romance. He 2 smol and I'm still working out just what is going to happen with this!

BREEDING NOTES:
-he a babby
-Kiore is going to grow into a tiny angry grey pillow who has a tendency to wander. It's not really known what he would be like as a dad! This will be developed as he grows.

CURRENT RP'S:
-Mommy and baby bonding between Lassie and Kiore. (Art collab, sketch & lines by me, colours, shading and background by DatNachtmare. Will be sending you the lines soon!)
Lili icon
I was tired of looking at my default icon and also graphicsgale was working on my computer again so I figured!!!! time for an icon!!
I haven't made an icon in about....6 or 7 years and it show haha
I am going to try and do more pixelling though because I love it even if it's super duper tedious! then when I get better I can make an even better icon!!

this one is the lovely Lithili because I am 2deep in fawnling hell to have anything else whoops
if you have crits please let me know! I am very inexperienced still with pixels so I know there is a lot that can be improved *w*
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The Bountiful Harvest
Featuring Lithili
Winter, Year 766 of the New Age
Windbourne, Various Locations


Winter had settled it's claws firmly into Windbourne. The days were cold and the nights were colder, yet the bountiful rain meant that many plants were running wild, taking advantage of the time of plenty. Everywhere one looked, colour abounded- the last of the bottlebrushes were putting on a show with riotous flowers exploding in dazzling arrays of reds, pinks and yellows. Wattle trees groaned under the weight of their flowers, the heavy yellow sprays drawing in an array of screeching, screaming birds as colourful as the flowers they fed on, and the groundcover (that groundcover lucky enough to not be covered in snow) was making the most of the abundance of free water. It was a time of life for both the flora and the fauna, and it seemed the entire continent was reviving after the hard summer with a boundless enthusiasm.

Lithili spent much of her winter in motion, wandering far and wide over the continent in her search for ever more exotic herbs and ingredients for her poultices. No longer was she a simple beginner, haphazardly drying and preserving whatever common herbs she could scavenge near her den. Now she was experienced, able to distinguish what plants would heal, and what would harm, and she put this knowledge to good use to help relieve the suffering of her herd.

Yet this was not enough- she knew there was always more to be done, always more to learn. Wanderlust held her soul tight and bade her to travel, to explore, to truly live, and she was helpless to resist the call. Each day brought new faces, new knowledge, and most importantly, new plants. She could hardly believe the diversity of flora she saw, and she had barely explored a tenth of her beautiful homeland! She could barely sleep at night for the voice in her head calling for her to keep going, to see what was over the next hill, to learn what grew in the next gully. She left each makeshift den at the first hint of dawn on the horizon, her eyes focused on the path ahead. Her self-made packs groaned under their own weight as Lithili stuffed them full of everything useful she found on her travels, constantly refining her balms and lotions as she went on her adventures.

There could be no delay in her journey- she had so much to learn, and so little time to learn it in!


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It's winter here and everything is cold, but my garden is growing like crazy and my natives are getting very colourful indeed! I just had to clean up and colour the sketch I made back in february to celebrate everything settling in and taking off. Because I am a Huge Nerd (tm) I have also numbered the different plants so I can get excited over them with you all!

The plants are:

1. Oleria tomentosa - Toothed Daisy-bush. Native, located in VIC & NSW. Very hardy, attracts insects, bees and butterflies.

2. Carpobrotus glaucescens - Pigface. Native, coastal. Very hardy, grows all over dunes. All parts of the plant are edible, from the fleshy leaves (which can be eaten raw or cooked) to it's fruit, which has been described to taste like a salty strawberry or a salty apple. The juice from the leaves can be used to soothe sting and burnt skin, or can be mixed with water and used as a gargle for sore throats or mild bacterial infections in the mouth. The leaves also have a laxative effect!

3. Ipomoea pes-caprae - Goats foot / Beach Morning Glory. Coastal, Native, Sea traveler, first coloniser on beaches. Use as a poultice for sting ray and stone fish stings, for inflammation and gastrointestinal disorders, rheumatism, colic, whitlow, piles. Very hardy, can endure very salty confidtions.

4. Craspedia globosa - Billy Buttons. Grows in QLD< NSW< VIC< SA. Native, long flowering, grow in swampy conditions and can tolerate hard frost. Will grow from sea level to the Alps!

5. Acacia boormanii - Snowy River Wattle. Found in the Snowy River area, NSW. Hardy and bird attracting. Acacia's are a brilliant source of Wattleseed, which are a rich source of protien and carbohydrate.

6. Daviesia pachyphylla - Ouchbush. Grows in WA, sharp points draw blood! Covered in gold and red flowers in the winter. Grows well in full sun and sandy soils.

7. Gossypium sturtanum - Sturts Desert Rose. Grows in NT< QLD< WA< NSW< VIC. Drought hardy, toxic to non-ruminants! Scents strongly when crushed.

8. Macropodia fuliginosa - Black Kangaroo Paw. Grows in WA, perrenial. Unusual with it's black and green flowers for a Kangaroo Paw. Flowers from Autumn to Spring. Prefer dry conditions, struggle in humid or wet enviroments where rot will be a problem.

plants

Also, my little babby is starting to wander from the herd! She's slowly on her path to becoming a wandering herbalist to help everyone in Windbourne aaaaah
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Featuring Masae and Lithili
Autumn, Year 763 of the New Age
Gumtree Hollow, Windbourne



Lithili

The scorching grasp of summer was quickly losing it’s grip on Windbourne, with temperatures falling into tolerable ranges for the Allied herd once more. Now that they no longer risked heat exhaustion sparring, young stags and some intrepid young does were happily testing out their newly grown antlers, some still holding a few strips of velvet as their impatient owners fell to the call of their hormones and began the rut for a new year.

While most fawnlings greeted the growth of their antlers or tusks with joy, others were not as pleased by the changes; one such filly was especially put out by the whole state of affairs. Said filly was currently fighting back tears (and doing a rather poor job of it) as she galloped away from one of the many loose gatherings of young weanlings that tended to loudly move around the herd as they tussled and played under the watchful eyes of their mothers, and more than a few guards.

The tiny grey filly sniffled, moving to rub damp face on her flank and instead jabbing herself with the very source of her despair; a pair of sturdy, thick tusks. The sting was enough to shock her into crying again, barely holding back from bursting into loud, woe-is-me bawling. Galloping off once more, the tiny Lithili ran to the blurry white figure she could just about make out through her tears. The sight of her mother was enough to cause the little fawn to loose any self-control she may have had, howling and crying as if she had lost a limb, rather than given herself a bit of a poke.

Barreling head-on into Masae’s flank, Lili attempted to tuck her face into her mother's forelegs, while also trying to rub her weepy face on Masae’s flank, managing to achieve neither and instead ineffectual headbutting Masae in the shoulder.

“Maaaaaaa!” The grulla doa bleated loudly, her voice wobbly with tears. “Th’ oth’r fawths are laffin at my teefth! They keep sayin’ I thound thtupid when I talk!” Dissolving into incoherent babbling- the kind a child makes when they are Very Upset and trying to explain something Very Important through a waterfall of tears- Lili rubbed her face against Masase’s side again before burying her face in her mothers side, muffling her voice slightly as she continued on. “Why did ya’ haffta give me tuthkth, Ma? Can’t you take them back and give me hornth inthtead? I like your’th, can’t I have your’th? I’ll take good care of ‘em…” Lili whined, un-burying her face to hit her mother with the best set of puppy eyes she could muster.

It would probably be more effective if her face wasn’t a complete mess of tears and ruffled fur, and if she didn’t currently have a nose that was attempting to produce as much liquid as her eyes were.


Maesa

The grey doe was enjoying some alone time, nibbling at some tall grasses and thinking to herself peacefully. Lyre and Cruor weren't with her at the moment. Lyre was likely with her friends’ parents and Cruor...well she thought that Cruor was with her sister but that was debatable. Lilithi was spending time with the other fawns in a nearby clearing. For the moment Maesa had some rare alone time, but that didn't last very long. The graceless pounding of hooves filled her ears, followed by a loud squall of “maaaaa!!” Maternal instincts kicking in, the grey doe’s head shot up, brown eyes wildly searching her daughter.

Lilithi was running towards her and even from here Maesa could see the tears that streamed down her cheeks. The filly rammed into her, seeking comfort. Maesa let out a soft “oof”. Lilithi was getting big- close to her first rut. The youngster began to babble now, but Maesa was able to understand her daughter perfectly, despite the lisp. Lilithi was obviously going to have tusks whenever she was of age- her teeth already poked out of her mouth like little tusks. From what her daughter was saying, they were causing her much grief.

Lilithi asked why Maesa had to give her tusks, asking if she could have her horn instead and looking at her mother pleadingly. “Awww, I'm sorry darling.” The grey doe crooned, pulling her daughter closer in a cuddle. “I'm afraid that I did not choose to give you tusks and I cannot give you my horn either.” She ducked her head, kissing the filly upon her forehead. “Don't listen to those meanies, they don't know what they're talking about! Everybody is different and I'm certain that you'll get used to talking with your growing tusks.”


Lilithi:

Sniffling softly, Lithili smiled slightly at the kiss her mother dropped on her forehead, beginning to cheer up from the affection and words of encouragement. Huffing out a sigh, the grulla doe rubbed at her face to try and get rid of the tear tracks in her fur. She stayed close to Masae’s side, enjoying the cuddle; the grulla was pretty clingy at times and would never turn down love and attention from her mother.

Looking at Masae, Lili wistfully looked at her mother's horn. “I wi’th you could give me your horn mama...It’th better than tutkth any day. I ju’th bite my lip’th with these thingth!” She groused. She smiled at her mothers advice regarding her bullies. Truth be told, it was only a handful out of the group that had been laughing at her lisp, but to a young fawn a handful of naysayers could turn into a herd. And it was true- none of those laughing at her had tusks of their own, so what did they know? In Lithili’s mind, there wasn’t a doubt that her mother knew more than the other young foals, in the way that parents always seemed to know everything there was to know.

Smiling hopefully at Masae, Lili began to talk again, her tail wagging in joy.

“Do you really think I’ll get uthed to thethe thing’th, Ma? I keep poking mythelf and biting my tounge, and they make grooming thuper hard!” She said. It was true that her grooming skills had been a little lackluster of late, with the grulla filly looking rather disheveled, though whether that was due to struggling with her tusks or just being a generally scruffy child, only Molach knew.

Her smile fading slightly, Lili tucked her head into her mother's side again, not confident enough to look her mother in the eye as she asked another question.

“Hey mum….Do you really think the other’th will get uthed to my teefth? Or will they keep laughin’ at me? I bet no-one laughed at Cruor when she grew her tuthk’th…”


Maesa:

The grey doe let out a soft sigh of relief as she noticed the little smile tugging at the corner of her daughter's mouth. It seemed that Lilithi was beginning to cheer up a little bit- Maesa was her mother and was adept at cheering up her little ones. Well, all except for Cruor. Whenever Cruor got upset she usually went on a warpath, scaring even Maesa herself… she adored her daughter, but Cruor was very….odd. Lilithi's words drew Maesa’s thoughts away from her elder daughter and back to her youngest. The filly wished that she could give her her horn, stating that she didn't like these tusks. “If I could give you my horn I would, but sadly that isn't the way that works. Besides that would hurt a lot, you don't want Mommy to hurt do you?”

Lilithi asked her if she really thought she'd get used to the tusks and if she really thought that the other fawns would stop making fun of her. “Yes, I do. Some youngsters have a harder time with growing tusks than others and you just got unlucky! But, you'll get used to them. You'll get used to talking with them and using them- the other fawns won't have anything to make fun of before too long. You'll be talking just like a pro again.” She smiled at her daughter warmly. “Come on, let's go find something to eat, shall we? I bet we can find some nice berries that will be easy for you to eat.”


Lilithi:

At the thought of hurting her mother- even if by accident- Lithili gasped, instantly shaking her head in dismay at such a thought. No way she could hurt her mother! Even if Lili would have loved to have had a horn like Masae, Lili would get used to her tusks if the alternative meant hurting her mother.

“No mom! I don’t want you to hurt! I’ll get uthed to my tutk’th, I thwear!” As if to prove how little Lithilli would hurt her mother, the little doe rubbed her head against her mother's side affectionately. Nothing was worth her mom getting hurt, not even if it meant Lithili could get a sweet horn out of the deal.

Tilting her head up to listen to her mother, Lithili smiled widely at the knowledge that she wasn’t the only fawnling to every struggle with tusks. (Common sense would have told her that it was pretty unlikely that she would be the only fawnling ever to struggle to adapt to her tusks, but common sense is not all that common in such young fawns, sadly). Putting on a determined face, Lili nodded in agreement with Masae’s encouragement. Of course Lili would get used to these tusks- if Masae said she could, then she WOULD. In matters like this, her mother was never wrong. Grinning, Lili couldn’t help but agree with Masae.

“I can’t wait until I can talk normallly again! I’m gonna beat theth’e tutkth even if I have to practith all the time!”
Bleating happily at the thought of finding some tasty berries, Lithili peeled away from her mothers side, bucking in joy. The little grulla seemed to forget all about her hassles with her tusks at the thought of treats, quite literally running circles around Masae in excitement.

“C’mon mom, let’th go! We can take thome back for everyone elth’e too if there’th enouf!”


Masae:

To the grey doe’s relief, it seemed that she had succeeded in cheering the little filly up. She knew exactly what to do or say to cheer Lilithi up. The filly seemed utterly dismayed at the thought of Maesa being hurt. She exclaimed that she didn't want to hurt her and she swore she'd get used to her tusks. Maesa let out a soft giggle. “Alright, good! You're my brave girl, you can do it!” She reassured her youngest fawn, smiling widely at the youngster. When Lilithi rubbed her head against her side Maesa lowered her head, giving the youngster a loving lick on her inky black mane. “Just remember when those meanies start picking on you that I'm proud of you and you'll get used to those tusks. I think they're pretty cool-looking myself!”

Lilithi let out an excited bleat at the prospect of berries and Maesa couldn't help but giggle again as she followed her daughter in a lilting trot. “I'm not sure if there will be enough between the both of us to take back!” She laughed. “You know how much I like berries, you should consider yourself lucky that I'm gonna show you my secret go-to place for them!” She winked at her daughter, obviously kidding. “You gotta promise not to tell your sisters too! They'd be soooo mad that I showed you the berry thicket first!” Lyre and Cruor likely already knew of the berry thicket, but Maesa wanted to make Lilithi feel special and to ease the hurt of being bullied.


Lilithi:

Grinning, Lithili’s spirits were buoyed by Masae’s confidence in her. Already the sting of the bullies words had faded under the force of her mother's affection- next time they picked on her, she knew she could hold her head high and remember her mother's words instead of crying. When Masae confided in her that her tusks were cool, Lili couldn’t help but prance around joyfully, holding her head up to show off her growing tusks for once instead of holding her head low to try and hide them. Her shyness about her tusks had not yet been fully defeated- it would take years before she felt truly comfortable with them- but for now, she began to feel like she could be proud of her tusks instead of ashamed.

Slowing her frantic pace to let her mother catch up, Lithili eagerly wagged her tail in anticipation; how lucky was she? Her mom was going to show her her secret hiding place for berries- wouldn’t her sisters be jealous to hear that Lili had gotten to see them first! (Lithili had already resolved to sneak out a few berries for them; it wouldn’t be fair to eat ALL the berries by herself, after all!)

As they approached the hidden berry thicket, Lili’s eyes went wide. There were so many berries! She hardly knew where to start; all the berries looked so appealing, Lili just wanted to dive in and gorge herself on the delicious fruit. She made to leap into the bushes, but halted abruptly. Turning to look at her mother, Lithili remembered some of her manners, politely asking, “Can I start eating some Mom?”.


Masae:

After a few moments of travelling they finally reached the hidden berry bush. Lilithi was totally thrilled, as Maeda knew she would be. The hind leapt forwards, as if she was about to dive into the berries headfirst, but seemed to stop herself. Maesa was proud; Lilithi had learned what it meant to have manners! The youngster asked if she could start eating and Maesa smiled warmly at her daughter. “Not if I eat them all first!” She joked, now beginning to lip at the berries herself. “Yes you may, all kidding aside.”

As she munched on the berries, careful to avoid the thorns, Maesa couldn't help but feel her heart swell with pride as she watched her daughter. She was certain that Lilithi was grow into her tusks soon. It angered Maesa that she was being bullied, but there was nothing she could do. Lilithi needed to learn how to take care of and defend herself.

She would soon be her own doe.
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Okay everyone needs to go and shower HayleyFawns in bacon for this rp because it was SO FUN! Rp'ing cuteness between Masae and Lili is the best thing ever *u*

Thank you so much for the rp HayleyFawns, and thank you so much for putting up with my ridiculously slow responses orz You have the patience of a saint!!

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Hakea / Doe / Soldier / Glenmore Refugee
Basic Information
Name: Hakea (Previously known as Poppy)
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Year of Birth: 758 of the New Age
Height: 10hh
Build: Heavy
Phenotype: Chestnut maximum partial restricted fawn (Silver carrier)
Genotype: ee/aa/fwfw/nrz/nZ
Eye Colour: Brown
Design Sheet: Hakea / Basic Bacon Design

Sire: Lachlan (NPC) - Glenmore commoner gardener, ex-Guardsman
Dam: Belladonna (NPC) -Glenmore commoner herbalist
Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Magic Type: Earth Magic

Skill Points

Skill Points


Speed: 2 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 9 points max)
Stamina: 5 [Basic Level]
Strength: 10 [Medium Level]

Magic: 4 [Basic Level]
Herbs: 0 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown


+2 speed - base bonus
+3 stamina - base bonus
+5 strength - base bonus
+2 stamina - starter bonus
+5 strength - starter bonus
+4 magic - starter bonus


Herd Information
Herd: Windborne
Herd Position: Soldier
Mate(s): Don't ask.
Sexuality: Lesbian
Current Location: Windbourne, with the Allied Herd

Relationships

Family
Lachlan (Sire):
Detached disdain. Her sire was less a father figure and more a presence that was just there in the glade. He really only cared for training his few dark sons. Daughters were his does business, and he had no interest in getting involved with them. Hakea learned early on not to expect anything from this almost-stranger.

Belladonna (Dam):
Hakea feels an odd mix of hatred and pity for her dam. She hates Belladonna for never truly loving her and for refusing her sanctuary when she needed it most. She pities her dam because Hakea knows she had been ground down by her life and country a long time ago, and didn't have enough left in herself to be able to do anything useful.

Siblings
Had many, was close to few. They were all churned out and pushed into the world too fast to really be able to form any ties to each other. Her few happy family memories do revolve around playing with her brothers and sisters, however.


Friends
------ (Ex- Mate/ Best friend)
Her brother in all but blood. She misses him dearly, and wishes he could have made it to Windbourne with her. She knows he would have loved it here, and could have found a wonderful mate to be happy with. (Name pending)

Áine
Her first and best friend in Windbourne. Hakea is fiercely protective of the young doe, and won't hesitate to bash in a few heads if anyone is mean to her. Hakea knows what it feels like to be shunned for being different, and has vowed to keep the grey doe safe. Is beginning to have feelings for Áine, but cherishes their friendship too much to say anything. She just wants Áine to be happy.

Alaunus
TBA

Children
---- (Unknown gender, born Y764)
Buried deep, both in the earth and in her mind. She can't think of them without also thinking of everything else she left behind. It will be a long time before Hakea is able to properly mourn them.


Personality

Brave / Determined / Caring

Righteous / Unyielding / Temperamental

Anxious / Biased / Melancholy

Details

Appearance:

Coat
Russet red all over, with only a handful of fawnspots on her rump, Hakea was considered rather homely in Glenmore. Not dark enough to be truly ugly, but certainly not light enough to be beautiful, Hakea was destined to fade into the background in Glenmore. In her new home, however, Hakea positively glows. The bright sunlight nearly sets her coat alight with how red it gets, and the white on her coat stands out even more. Delicate white patches decorate her chest, nose and eyes, and she quietly takes pride in them. She may not be covered head to toe in beautiful markings, but what little she has are all the more special to her in their simplicity.
Due to her Glenmorian heritage, Hakea grows in a much thicker winter coat than most of her Windbourne friends, which can be both a blessing and a curse. She shrugs off the extremes of cold much easier than others, but suffers greatly in the milder weather. In particularly warm winters, she will often resort to clipping off parts of her winter coat entirely to deal with the issue.

Build
Hakea is a big girl! Her thick knees and wide hooves are built to support her large stature, with thick muscles obvious beneath her hide. During times of plenty she puts on fat rather easily, and has to keep an eye on her weight to make sure she doesn't put undue pressure on her knees and back.
Due to her early first foal, Hakea suffers from slight swayback. While it slows her down and makes her tire easily she usually just needs a day to rest before heading back out on patrol, but overworking herself will result in back pain and a very grumpy doe!

Antler
Each year Hakea grows a singular unicorn horn, of which she is mightily proud. Solid and thick, she often sharpens it to a deadly point and spends her time practicing with how best to use it. Her horn has a sharp upwards bend a third of the way up from it's base, and as she ages smaller tines will grow in a diamond pattern around the base of her horn, but they will never grow particularly large.

Mane
In a word: uncontrollable. Hakea has masses of fluffy, voluminous curls, with even her feathering consisting of thick curly fluff. It causes her much grief in the warmer months (which is almost all the months, for her) and constantly swears that someday she'll just shear it all off and be done with it. Truthfully, she likes her hair too much to get rid of it, and instead often has it up in thick braids for convenience. When out on patrol, she will often thread the sharp needles of her favourite plants into her mane and tail; as both defence and a threat for any foolish enough to try and grab her.


History

The Beginning

 Born to a low-born dam and a retired guard, Hakea was never meant for greatness in Glenmore. With her fathers so-so coat and a heavyset build, Hakea was simply another filly underfoot in her sire's modest glen, to be half-heartedly looked after by her fathers three worn-out wives. Her future was filled with no shining hope of a prince whisking her away, rather filled with the certainty of toil and mediocrity. Her dam gave her nothing but simple lessons that consisted of teaching Hakea, then Poppy, her place in the world. "Be silent. Be humble. Be meek. You are to birth your stags get and nothing more. Take what you are given and do not complain. This is your lot in life, and crying will not change it."

Poppy may have been young, but she was not stupid. She could not bear to be silent, and meekness was a concept foreign to her. And be humble? She could hardly escape her humble origins if she tried. Poppy grew wild, running with the countless fawns milling in the commoners glens, and her dams saw no point in trying to fix this. She was just another doe, and her future was set. As far as they were concerned, her stag would sort her out when she came of age, and they could spend their time working on their paler, prettier daughters, in the hopes they may catch the eye of a Duke. Poppy was free to befriend who she liked, and she soon grew close to a colt, named -----, who became as close to her as any of her brothers.

Poppy shared one great secret with her friend; that they both held no interest in the opposite sex. Both could see the future set out for them, and both refused to accept it, and so they both began to plan their way to freedom. On Poppy's fourth birthday, her friend announced he would be taking Poppy into his harem. A year early, and a claim he could hardly back up for sure, but a claim no other stag truly cared to test. Poppy was too plain to be pretty and too rough to be worth fighting for, so who cared?. And for one glorious year, Poppy was happy.

Until everything fell apart upon her first rut.

The Fall
Poppy entered her first heat with no fears. Her best friend was training to become a Guardsman, and they both had agreed to wait until Poppy was much older before tangling with the looming concern of fawns. Poppy herself was glad to be free of the responsibility of foaling for a time, to have the chance to mature, physically and mentally. Her dams line was known for their heavy builds and slow growth, often needing a year or so extra before being completely grown. Poppy was happy to spend her autumn toiling in her mates small den, eager for the rut to pass and be able to walk alone without fearing harm. When the first snows arrived, Poppy was excited only for the season to end, and soon.

Unfortunately, the winter would become an eternity for her.
Hardly a day after the first snows had settled, a pair of Guardsmen came to her door. "Are you the doe of ----?", they asked. Anxious, she nodded. Her friend was too young to be anywhere near danger, and she had only seen him a few days ago, so he was not sick. Why were they here?
She could hardly keep herself standing as they explained. Her husband and friend, caught in the embrace of a fellow recruit by an older crop of trainees. They did not survive to be brought to trail, though from the look of the guards faces, it was obvious they did not view this as a great loss. She was to vacate her den and return to her sire; without a stag to guard the den, it was to open for claiming once more (though she was welcome to return if she entered the harem of the dens new owner).
Shock ruled her senses, and she barely held herself together as she returned to her old home. It was only made worse when her dam- back bent and belly straining under the weight of her fifth foal- snapped that there was no room left for her there, and that she was old enough to find a harem for the winter by herself. She was young and pure, and could probably find a stag willing to house and cover her. Her dam probably meant it to be encouraging, though as Poppy watched her mother wearily traipse back to her den, she could only find that her dams words added a layer of fear over her despair.
'I'm too young', Poppy thought as she wandered the glens in search of somewhere safe to wait out the winter. 'I'm too young! I need help! Oh Óganach and Áillte, please, help me find safety, I beg of you!'

Her gods turned from her, and instead let evil find the young hind. As Poppy gazed upon the old stag eagerly scenting the air, she could only cry softly.
Word spread fast in the glen, and those eager to profit off the death of a young guardsman had set out before Poppy even knew her husband was cold.

The winter passed in a blur for the chestnut hind, both passing her by like water yet dragging as slowly as tar. She hardly spoke a word as her captor flaunted her to all his companions, bragging of how she was going to grant him such a strong child, how lucky he was to have found an untouched doe without having to fight for her. How she would birth his children with ease, how he would hardly need to worry of loosing such an investment during the labour. Poppy hardly recognized herself in the river as her belly swelled and her posture broke down, head hardly raising above her knees in her despair. It felt as though she had become trapped in a nightmare, as Poppy spent her days numbly sitting in her glade or following the Stag on his walks. She couldn't even weather her misery with company, for the Stag was too old and weak to properly fight for his does in the rut, instead making do with the left-overs at the end of the winter. She spent her months silently hating Him, and the spawn that grew in her as spring crept closer. She barely noticed the first leaves growing after the winter, only wishing to sleep as long as she could.

Her wish was not answered, as pain rippled across her belly. An instinct old as time rose her to her feet and guided her to seclusion, and her mind was blissfully empty as she finally pushed out the intruder that had sat inside her for so long. Rising to her feet, she looked upon the warbling pile of fur and legs that lay steaming behind her. Not for the first time, she felt lost.
'I'm too young. I'm too young for this. I don't know what to do.'
Poppy stood, silent and unmoving as the creature shrieked for attention, for care, for contact. She watched it attempt to struggle to its feet, kicking at the bag only partially removed. She watched as the sun lowered and it tired from it's struggles. She watched as a vixen, curious and eager, crept closer. She watched as the noisy thing was carried off. She watched as the pool of fluids that had sat beneath the thing dried, until the moon was high in the sky, until the ache in her belly was replaced with the sharp pains of hunger. Still silent, she turned and headed back for the den.

After that, a sense of urgency gripped her. She now had a chance to escape- there were no chains holding her in this den, or to the Stag anymore. Nothing but words and unspoken rules, and they held little sway over her. The Stag believed her claims of stillbirth and burial, simply musing out loud that next year she was sure to deliver him a healthy fawn. She felt curiously light, as if slowly floating out of a long sleep. She spent more time in the glen where she had been freed from her nightmare, playing the part of a grieving mother as she grew flowers for her freedom. She remembered her dam teaching her of the flowers she was named for, and how some would eat them to help their sleep. Of how some, upon eating too much, would not wake again. She spent her summer growing and drying, feeding her plants to the Stag in the mashes he so enjoyed, quietly watching as he slept deeper and longer. One morning, he did not awake at all, and she took her chance.

The Rise

Poppy had many choices for a new home, and simultaneously she had few. The Oakferns were out, xenophobic and murderous as they were, despite the beauty of their home. Silverthorne would cherish her coat, but not her heritage or her magic. The Blackwoods would be glad for her strength of mind and body, and would care little of her past, but as dark as Glenmore viewed her coat, she knew it was not dark enough. She wanted to live in peace, and Blackwood could not give that.

So her mind turned to the ocean, and the lands said to reside over the horizon. She had heard whispers of the herd that spoke with the wind, of how they welcomed all, of how they were free and joyful. And her heart yearned to feel that freedom once more, to remember what it felt like to be happy. Leaving the cooling body of the Stag behind, she slipped from the den, and then from the world she had known, walking until the forest met the sea, and gazed out at the ocean. She spent weeks on it's shores, learning its tides and weather, building her strength, before setting out into the wide blue sea and the promise it held just out of sight.

And as she set foot onto Windbourne soil, she felt the first stirrings of something she had long missed.

Hope.

The Present

Better than the past. She is growing, and she is healing, and she is learning to be happy again. Glenmore fades a little more each day, and for that she is thankful. She has left behind her old name and chose a new one; Hakea, for the beautiful plants that grow around her new home. They are hardy and lovely to see, but are sharp enough that one must take care in handling them. She doesn't want to be named after the soft, deadly plants she once grew.
She is learning to use the strength in her body, signing up to be a Soldier the second she learned it was possible for does to do that. She wants to protect those that need it, so no one finds themselves alone in their hour of need. She struggles a little with the swayback she gained after carrying a fawn she physically wasn't ready for, but is learning to cope with it.

She is close friends with Áine, and protects the young doe from anyone who would be cruel to her. Hakea refuses to let her friends be hurt again.

Timeline
Y758 - 0 y.o:
- Born. Drinks a lot, runs around a lot.

Y759 - 1 y.o:
-Starts to talk, and immediately gets taught to be quiet. Isn't too happy with this, but is too young to really argue back.

Y760 - 2 y.o:
-Begins to run with the other young commoner fawns. Befriends -----.

Y761 - 3 y.o:
-Realises that she doesn't like stags that way. Tells -----, he confides in her that he doesn't feel like that for does, either. Both begin to plot a way to hide themselves in Glenmore's rigid society and come to a decision.

Y762 - 4 y.o:
-Her friend announces he will claim Poppy for his first harem, and no other stag cares to challenge this come autumn. Is happy! Spends the year feeling a lot happier than she ever felt before.

Y763 - 5 y.o:
-Spends the first half of the year happy, practising her magic and learning how to live outside her parents den. ------ begins guard training.
Autumn- Rut hits the Glenwood. Stays in or near to the den to avoid any trouble. The world crashes down around her. Looses ------, is captured by Him. Falls pregnant and  into a heavy depression.
Winter- Spends the winter in a near catatonic state. Is just about able to graze and sleep.

Y764 - 6 y.o:
Spring- Gives birth. The act manages to shock her enough to realise this is her only chance to get the hell outta dodge, and begins to plan.
Summer- Spends the season growing her poppies and dosing the Stag. He finally keels over and she skeddadles out to the coast. Spends the last few weeks of summer learning the tides and gauging the best time for her swim.
Autumn- Sets out very early in autumn, and makes it to Windbourne with no troubles! Is saved from becoming a hermit by meeting Áine. Befriends the young doe, and meets the Allied herd.
Winter- Finds out Soldier does are A Thing. Is ecstatic, starts training like mad to be one. Renames herself Hakea, starts the long road to recovery.

Y765 - 7 y.o:
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TBA

Y766 - 8 y.o:
- Becomes a Soldier, is really happy with herself.

Y767 - 9 y.o:
- TBA

Y768 - 10 y.o:
- TBA

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ITS MY PRECIOUS FLOWER MOM
the big chestnut!!! hitting windbourne soon!!! hopefully!

Things about hakea:
her body is very heavily reference off a gypsy vanner but she's got mawari ears??? deer mawari ears
her curls are a literal nightmare. small foals have been lost in there before. she needs warning signs on her mane and tail At All Times
she is hands down the fawnling I've spent the most time designing!! I started working on her like..a month after I first got into fawnlings? and her design has changed so much. for the longest time her only defining trait was: A) she was a chestnut, b) she was a badass soldier who grew lots of spiky plants and C) she was tired of everyone's shit
When she's going on patrol or has to fight she ties up her hair and puts lots of thorns and spikes in her hair as extra defense because why not

I am Very Excited to start decorating her with lots of native australian flowers....it's 99% of the reason I made her whoops



also! ShopKey Were you still interested in Hakea being Aine's girlfriend? I'm sorry it took so long for me to get her design up orz
I'll shoot you her actual bio sometime this week if you want to have another look over her history/personality etc before giving it the thumbs up or not!
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