Yuaei paused, her blue eyes scanning the snow slopes around them. They were heading toward some valleys hidden within the towering Highvalley peaks but to get there they had to cross some high mountain slopes. Yuaei was well used to such landscapes, even if her fur wasn’t perfectly made for such cold and wind. By now she had learned to embrace it, breathing in the crisp mountain air and using it to motivate her. To suffer is to live. Even if this “suffer” was far less than other sorts she had endured. It made her feel all the more ready to face it.
She turned to her Steward beside her, Calumina, and gave her friend a smile.
Aoife was out for a walk in the Glenwood, searching for flowers to give to Lady Sloane. The royal lady was going through a lot and there wasn’t much Aoife wouldn’t do to help her smile a bit. Luckily it was a beautiful summer day in Glenmore. She could almost forget about the stress that plagued her… the fear she felt when she knew the time had come to go home. No, for now she would just focus on this lovely day.
Something caught the dark commoner’s eye as she made her way down a riverside. A small cluster of white flowers formed a wide umbrella-like array on a tall bright green stem. Hmm… Aoife had never
There were two things the young filly knew to be true even with her being so young of age; that of her parents love for her and her own love for the rain. Playing in it was her favorite past time despite the bone chilling cold that seeped underneath her golden pelt. It wasn’t raining today sadly but her mama said that it would soon. She always was right about that stuff and the golden filly beamed because her mama was so smart.
Her mama said that she should get out and meet other royals her own age. She had friends though and while some looked down on them for being too ‘dark’ she loved them. She’d known them
Aoife’s attempt to leave Lord Jinxario had not quite gone as she had planned. No, when she had asserted her will to leave he had quickly broke down into hysterics, causing Aoife to take it all back. She just couldn’t bare to see him that way! In hindsight… she didn’t know what she thought. That day had reaffirmed her devotion to her Lord. But with the time put between that day and now, time filled with a Jinx unchanged, she was slowly sliding back to uncertainty. Even that morning after their confrontation when Jinx had awoken cradled in her arms, he had not acknowledged the conversation at all, even getting a b
Dusk was settling in over the pampered greengrove, residence of Lord Fehderer. It’s auburn lights glistered on the powdered snow that framed the whole scenery in a passionate glow. One couldn’t fault the lords over the top decorations and gracious supplies for a feast. His hospitality knew few if any restraint on this blessed day.The whispering rumors had it told the occasion was indeed grand, a princess was being offered to be his right hand. The king himself had given his approval to the unwed elder dark lord. Such a great honor, such shame the rumors prolonged. See the blessing it came along by a princess of so ungrac
Io hadn’t thought herself capable of misstepping in such a colossal way, but here she was, frantically dodging for her life as a furious bellow filled her ears and sharp hooves lashed out inches from her face. Io had become quite an exceptional hunter in a short time, if she did say so herself. She hadn’t known how to hunt before her exile from Shuyet, so she was very proud of her progress. She had even taken down a young antelope! It had injured its leg… but that was neither here nor there. She had done it, that’s what mattered, right?
She figured the bison calf would be no different, or easier because it was young.
The sun beat down on the Greengrove, and despite the shade that sheltered her where she lay and the nearby stream that offered a cooling respite, Princess Tori had never been more miserable. Misery was no stranger to the piebald Princess. Especially not since her betrothal to the dark doofus, Lord Fehderer. He was a product of their society, trained so perfectly in the ways of the Glenmore royals… So fake.
At least he got stuck with me. The irony was almost amusing to Princess Tori. Especially in the early days. But was it really? Perhaps from a distance, if it were a different imperfect Princess, it would have been. But when she was t
The night had been a blur. Shenandoah had returned to Enzo and Jerikoh with Bellamy by her side. They had all become acquainted and she had summed up her adventures with Jerikoh and Enzo both, or the gist of it anyway. She had explained what had happened after she had left Bellamy the last time and found the truth about Alar (or a bit of it, she always found it difficult to get into detail). She had talked about finding Enzo in the snow and their brief time traveling together, her and Jerikoh’s troubles with Vektren and then their time on the run from the murderous pack including their hold up in Fellfang and her reunion with Kyros and
The young stag had been excited all day to see the beautiful doe that he had met yesterday, Penelope. They had gone sledding, something he hadn’t done in years, and something he didn’t think that does would ever really be interested in. But she had been adventurous and spunky and fun! He had enjoyed spending time with her, and she seemed to like him too! He had arrived early and stood by the New Oak, grazing to look busy, and then pausing to carve into a tree with his curving horns to let off some steam. He always had steam building up during rut. He would have to find some stag to fight later today.
He paused to glance
Startled birds fled from the bare winter trees above as a furious voice rang out over the Glenmore forests. Lord Tuscan stood at the entrance of Lord Solomon’s Glade, shock and anger evident from his aggressive posture. The stag before him, Duke Felith who was the glade’s butler, flinched as the word was screamed in his face. “Y-your betrothal, my Lord, scheduled for next fall-”
“I heard you, butler!” Tuscan snapped. “Celeste who? It couldn’t possibly be the Celeste I know. I am a proper Lord, sir! I demand some respect!”
Patiently, Felith confirmed. He was used to Tusc
Tuscan trotted through Glenmore, leaving neat prints behind him in the snow as he made his way toward the glade of Count Raven. The black stag had always been an idol of Tuscan’s, so the young Lord couldn’t wait to tell Raven of how successful he was his first rut! Raven surely would be impressed. And Tuscan looked forward to seeing how the Count had done for himself as well. Raven would only be seen with the most beautiful of ladies. Tuscan held his (barely) antlered head high as he reached the glade entrance. He flagged down a hoofmaiden and she came to greet him. Even his staff was beautiful! “Good day,” Tus
The Last Straw (Jinxario x Sloane x Hilda x Aoife)
Lord Jinxario and Lady Sloane:
Jinxario had gone to check in on Sloane that morning, knowing that she was due at any given time. What he found appalled him. She truly had given birth… and just left the fawn lying there, still in its sack. “What the hell, you worthless doe!?” The stag snapped, quickly rushing to the fawn. He broke through the sack, relieved to find that it was still warm. She must have just had it only a few minutes ago… the fawn was alive, beginning to bleat out strongly… so now Jinxario was able to deal with Sloane.
“Useless doe! He would've suffocated if I hadn't come along!” He s