From the BeginningFrom the Beginning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leaves leaves leaves! Nuala likes leaves. They were all green. And they were swishy when you walked past them. Some of them were tasty, but she much preferred her mother's milk. Bright blue eyes focussing on the nearest leaf of this particular bush, she reached out and gummed it with barely-protruding teeth. YUK! This one wasn't so tasty.
Picking up her dainty little head, she fanned out her radar-dish ears and trotted on down the path some more. Swish swish swish! Her downy mane stuck up from the delicate crest of her neck, blonde like the whisp of tail hair at the end of the ridiculously long limb. Tiny hooves left the smallest tracks, hardly bigger than a squirrel's paw. She tried to keep all her legs in line, but sometimes they wouldn't listen and she'd stumble sideways. Nope! Nope! Nope! She was going to be a princess! And princesses didn't stumble. Mummy said so. Setting herself straight again, she started off again, trot trot trot.
She was a pale cream in colour, irregular lines
Deccys Nifty Fawnling Personality Maker ThingyOk, you have a fresh starter fawnling...or perhaps a newly hatched ingame born baby - WOO fine and dandy but...who is this new fawnling? Can't think of anything? Want some ideas to spruce it up? Perhaps you “pine” for something odd and fab at the same time? Have no fear (or wait...a smidge perhaps...Deccy’s mind works in the most mysterious ways...heheh). Of course you don't have to follow the outcome to the point, perhaps more like guidelines more than actual..rules? No...that was the pirate codex Ups...Deccys Nifty Fawnling Personality Maker Thingy1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
So, how to do this...
First you need to open another browser window and go to random.org (don't forget the sacrifice of bacon to the RNG). On this site, in the top right corner you find a little box. Change the two numbers in the box to fit the two numbers you see in the brackets in the subheadings of the different sections below.
> Core traits (personality)
> Motivator (lifegoal)
> Emotional Nature
Public Windborne Event | The Final Battle | Part 1EndgamePublic Windborne Event | The Final Battle | Part 17 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
featuring Tzilan, Étain, Ket and nearly everyone else in Windborne!
Winter, Year 760 of the New Age, Windborne, the edge of Gumtree Hollow
The morning was quiet and the wind was still - strange, for a day in the depths of winter. The sky was clear where there should be a thick carpet of grey cloud and there was no movement in the treetops or the grasses. There should be rain and thunder, the trees should be shaking themselves to pieces, and yet there was nothing. Only the sound of marching hooves.
The Alliance, a group held together by the thinnest of agreements, was marching. There were no fawns with them; this was not a migration, not a return to their former homes. Here strode soldiers and stormbringers, hardened warriors and powerful mages and their eyes glittered like steel.
Now, at last, they were
MASS RP - PART ONE: Coup of the CenturyFeaturing Drustan, and All of GlenmoreMASS RP - PART ONE: Coup of the Century1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The New Oak's Glade, Glenmore
Mid-Autumn, Year 762 of the New Age
The rain had been intermittent all day, cooling showers interspersed with sunny spells that set the sky into a panorama of dramatic grey and white clouds. The occasional rainbow added some colour to the gloomy sky, saving it from being completely monochrome.
The sun had broken again, and the herd was grazing on the damp meadow. Drustan had been keeping close to his harem, having hardly left his does all autumn. It was this time of the year when they were most in danger, and he’d discouraged more than one stag from making advances. Not one stag would have dared come near his does when his crown was new and the
Je Veux Etre Avec ToiFeaturing Donnaghán & Princess Nuala,Je Veux Etre Avec Toi2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
with mentions of Eir:
Mid-Autumn, Year 762 of the New Age
Glenmore, Eir's Den
Sweat made his hide glisten, darkening his normally brilliant crimson coat liver even when patches of sunlight filtering down from the canopy above flashed upon him. Urgency drove him forward, against the aches of his bones and the spasms in his muscles. There was no time to spare for trivial, selfish thoughts about his own health. Only one precious life mattered to him, now more than ever, and for her he would suffer a thousand hurts if it meant she returned to him.
He had been traveling for hours but when the sun had just begun to begin its slow descent to its resting place, the chestnut had reached his destination. When
SnowSnow1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everything was light. White. Blinding. The first thing she remembered was Óganach’s light, when he created her out of light and love, his Swan Queen. She stepped from the water borne of his tears, stood upon the land designed from his fallen tine and breathed the air of his very own breath. The world he’d created was beautiful, and she loved all of it.
The world was so bright, the eye of Óganach that lit the night made the glow under her feet so blinding. She ran and leapt through the light, bounding and dancing and knowing the light would never end. Óganach had made the light for her, just for her.
But she was not alone in the light that night. For the Sky King, stood upon a pillar of light before her. His antlers reached to the sky, a hundred tines like the branches of the oak he had once been. His back glittered with starlight, mirroring the galaxy above.
She called his name, and he came down to her through th
Lost and FoundLost and FoundLost and Found2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Featuring Gus and Étaín
Late Winter 757, Overlooking the Spit
Despite being the calmest winter the does of the Point Splinter had endured in many years, thanks to the aid of Tzilan’s Stormcallers, she couldn’t help but feel there was tension on the horizon just waiting to boil over. Ket had left the previous day to join Tzilan - the Cape leader himself - to continue her magic training. Étaín was hesitant to let her leave when winter was not yet finished lashing at Windbourne with its storms, but Ket could handle herself and her magic was strong enough to stave off the worst of the wind and rain.
She knew she shouldn’t worry about her friend - she was strong - but nevertheless, Étaín had not been separated from her second-in-comma
Birds of a FeatherAutumn, Year 756 of the New AgeBirds of a Feather2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oakfern, The River Swan
Rain dripped down through the trees, heavy and cold, leaving the thick forest floor awash with muck and puddles. Overall, a very unpleasant place to be, especially when you were lost. Corvus squinted through the drizzle ahead, doing his best to navigate around the worse of the puddles, and succeeding in only leading himself around in circles. The border to Blackwood was here somewhere, yes? He puffed out a melodramatic sigh and paused, looking like a wet, frustrated rat.
“Y’just had to go through Oakfern, huh? Couldn’t have gone through Glenmore, no. Instead of being drowned in palomino princesses, you’re just plain being drowned. You’re such a dummy.” he muttered a few choice swears before continuing on.
After a few more minutes of traipsing through the mire, Corvus pulled up short, his nostril flaring. The rain made scenting difficult, but he was sure he caught wind of...
Broken Lovesong | Princess Iminye:iconFawnlings:Broken Lovesong | Princess Iminye1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The crisp morning air rustled through the spring kissed trees as the little doe closed her eyes at the feeling of its gentle caress. Spring had always been her second favourite season, bested only by the melancholy of Autumn. In this time it always seemed like a breath of life had blessed the land, invigorating it with newfound beauty. It was as if it was a reminder from nature that even when all seems lost, like the lifeless bare trees of winter, hope will always find its way back. Even now, when the sparse food supply in winter had been so tough on the herd members, they were saved by the green blanket of grass that rolled over Glenmore's hills. Looking out over the landscape, Iminyë could feel a small smile creep over her muzzle. It was definitely a peaceful one at that, unlike the many strained painted masks before it. Her first solitary walk of spring had done her good.
Just as she was ready to go back to her residence in the g
Light of the GodsFeaturing NualaLight of the Gods1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Including Berach, Elspeth, with special cameo from Nazam (permission granted by manicmondays) and most of Oakfern
Mid-Autumn, Year 758 of the New Age
Oakfern, The Moonpool
Her dreams used to be simple. When she slept she imagined Princes, and Kings, and flying on Áillite’s wings. Everything made sense when she’d been a fawn but now... She’d seen too many things, learned too much to be fooled that the world was as simple as Promises and Kings.
That night - or was it day, she’d lost all sense of time down in the Oakfern caves - she dreamt of home. Though it was not home as she knew it. The grass was grey, the trees black leafless and bare. There was no colour, no flowers, no birds, no joy. Every face she passed was drawn and s
The Spirit and the LetterFreaturing King Drustanand appearances by most of GlenmoreThe Spirit and the Letter1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Early Summer, Year 759 of the New Age
Former Glade of the Great Oak, Glenmore
It should have been raining, another thunderstorm perhaps, or even maybe the sky should have turned a different colour. He would quite like to be struck by lightening himself right about now. His whole world was about to crumble before him, just as the Oak had, and it would be nice if the rest of the world could be at least a little bit dramatic about it. Some sort of cosmic acknowledgement to the catastrophic event about to happen.
Instead it was a bright summer’s day, with friendly puffed white clouds slowly floating across the azure blue sky. Birds trilled in harmony, a fresh breeze playfully ruffled his curls, and the herd stared in silence of complete disbelief as Áillte herself stepped from the Glenwood and drifted towards the King an
King of Ashes, Prince of SootFeaturing King Drustan and Crown Prince RaeghanKing of Ashes, Prince of Soot1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mid-Autumn, Year 758 of the New Age
The Remains of the Great Oak, Glenmore
The sky was dark and the day felt long. The dark prince could not yet tell if it was day or night, clouds covered the sky in a neutral grey color. Was it even midday yet? The little prince skirted the buzzing clearing around the great Oak. His eyes once again lifted to the sky, studying the strange cloud seemingly circling like vultures in the sky. Han shuddered. Whatever that was, it looked foreboding, and it was enough to make him take a step back.
For a moment he wished for his parents, his mother and father to be close to him, to tell him he was being silly and that it was all going to be fine. Afterall, clouds couldn’t hurt him could they?
Han forced himself to relax, taking deep breaths. He continued wal
Student TemplateStudentStudent Template4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Original Character Student Template of:
House (check the Students List):
Class (check your age):
Age (check your class) :
Born in? (Country):
Bloodstatus (pureblood, muggleborn):
Whats your Wand made of?:
Out of School Style:
Most Hated Teacher:
Most Hated Subjekt:
Quidditch (yes/no, Slytherinteam is already full):
Crush on someone? Or in a relationship?:
.:.Son of the King.:.Featuring Duke Brennan, Lady Isidra (NPC), Lord Aurelio (NPC), and Ophira (NPC).:.Son of the King.:.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mentions King Drustan and Chiarro
Winter, Year 759 of the New Age
Brennan’s Tree, Glenwood, Glenmore
The day had been unbearably bright, just as it usually was during the winter. The sun would reflect off the white snow, and he would have to spend the day in hiding, the vines that were draped over the roots of the uprooted tree tickling his back every once in awhile. He had been resting throughout the entire day, planning to come out at night to visit his mother before she slept and watch over her, when he heard the commotion.
There was a series of small voices - fawns? Possibly. He could feel the sadness in the voice of one, and the cruel mockery in the others. He could hear three distinct voices. He sighed heavily, heaving himself to his feet, before he shouldered past the draping of the vines. He was thankful that the shadows of the other trees had cast their way over to him, fo
Lady Rogues HandbookLady Rogue's HandbookLady Rogues Handbook5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To expand on the Rogue's Handbook located at http://www.true-magic.com/writing/rogue.php , this one's for the ladies!
I will not masquerade as a heroine, as that would encourage the villain to target me first. I'll let the Hero take point.
I will not join the side of the Villain. He would either be abusive towards me, or I would be killed in the crossfire of his and the Hero's epic final battle.
If we are attacked, I will be sure to give at least one loud shriek so the Hero's natural instinct to protect damsels in distress will kick in and I'll have a nice solid shield of flesh swinging a sword around for me and attracting our attacker's attention while I quietly dispatch the enemies I can reach while staying behind him.
I WILL NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH THE HERO.
I WILL NOT HAVE SEX WITH THE HERO. Doing such would make him declare me his one true love, and he would spend all his time trying to convince me to leave my rougish ways behind to become the ideal woma
In Another LifeFeaturing Guardsman Jackdaw and Princess BóAnnIn Another Life1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Late Spring, Year 759 of the New Age
Life had never truly felt the same for the past few months. He was a dead stag walking, just waiting for some force to strike him down for what he did. When the Oak shattered, he should have died then – he almost did, looking at the freshly healed cuts on his flanks from that incident – but for some reason, he fought death. Oganach tried to take him in a blaze of anger, but he failed. Jackdaw was still alive. For how long, the Guard could not say. Years, months, weeks, days – it was unknown to him.
His crimes haunted him relentlessly, following him no matter where he went. Not even being moved to the borders relieved him of the pain – if anything, it only reminded him more. He was there because of his actions, there because of on
Kindred Spirits (Running for their Lives)Featuring Taszia and HaldórKindred Spirits (Running for their Lives)6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summer, Year 761 of the New Age
Silverthorne, the banks of the Silverstone River
The young filly walked slowly along the edge of the water, carefully avoiding a few of the other young fawnlings that were around. They were all engaged in some sort of play that seemed to Taszia to be a bit… improper, particularly with the name calling that was going on. She had to resist going over and scolding them. She still had manners, after all. It wasn’t quite her place to go to them and try to control them every single time one of them stepped out of line.
Nevertheless, she turned her chocolaty gaze from them and back to where she was going, taking a brief drink of the water before she continued, pausing beneath a tree to get some shade from the harsh summer sun. She loved the bright sun and it’s warmth, but it
Magic Lesson Pt Two• N A Z A M •Magic Lesson Pt Two1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Second - - - L E S S O N
Steadily the room filled with rhythmic breathing, the tension melting into nothing as everyone faded away into the deeper parts of their minds. Smiling faintly he turned his ears forward and glanced through the faces, amazed by how many of the youngsters were so focused on the lesson. He’d have to think of something for them to continue while those who could use magic moved on to those lessons. It would be good for the fawns to have something to learn, to achieve, to brag to the peers who did not attend and to look forward to that would keep them out of trouble- as his own eclectic collection were prone to digging up.
“Now, for the older fawnlings, I am sorry children I will find another lesson for you in a moment, “ h
The Drums of WarThe Drums of WarThe Drums of War2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Featuring Étaín, Fox, and Tzilan
The morning after, Winter Year 760 of the New Age
Windborne, Gumtree Hollow
Many Windbornes heard a song in the wind, be it Molach or some other affinity for it. Étaín had never heard it. The only song she heard was the one of war. It was not a song she enjoyed. It had been with her for a long time, growing ever louder over time. To begin with she wondered if it would ever stop. At times it would become deafening, overwhelming, but she’d come to learn to live with it. Now, finally, after years of struggle and the beat of it like a metronome to her heart, it was coming to a crescendo. Soon it would end, and perhaps for once, she could listen to a different song.
She stood now looking at the line of
A Storm is BrewingA Storm is BrewingA Storm is Brewing2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Featuring Gus and Étaín
Late Autumn 757, Overlooking the Spit
Brisk winds swept in off the churning waves whipping up across the sand and sparse grasses scattered about the beach. The taste of winter was on the air, and along with it the scents and sounds of rut. Gus had spent all spring and summer growing fat on the lush, abundant grasses of Windborne's plains, and now he planned on wintering there as well. His fawn had been born- a feisty, bold little doe with her mother's sweet features and her father's taste for adventure. Although his blood and build sang of Glenmore, his heart sang of Windborne. The big, dark bay stag put serious consideration into staying here. This was heaven on earth...
He'd also grown accustomed to the Fawnlings who called this paradise home. He would even go so far as to say he was fond of them. While mo
AfterthoughtAfterthoughtAfterthought2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It surprises me when people remember to acknowledge my existence,
But just ‘cause I don’t expect people to remember me,
Doesn’t mean it feels any less worse when I’m forgotten.
That’s just me though, an afterthought; great for a few months until I’m no longer a necessity.
The Mud-Eyed GypsyI am the Mud-Eyed Gypsy GirlThe Mud-Eyed Gypsy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I have escaped the seduction of wolves
They snarled and gnawed at my ankles
I found the tuxedo-masked stranger
His eyes full of stars
Who I implored to save me
I saved myself
As the cosmos guided me into the lips
Of precariously patient Venus Flytraps
I spat in Destiny's eye
And climbed out of acidic lies
Raven wings streaming,dreaming behind me
Ugly and Black
The gutter and the witch's moon called to me
And the starry eyes behind the mask tempted
But I tamed him like I tamed my own darkness
The howling ghouls can't hurt me now.
My blood-black night is VICTORIOUS.