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Featuring: Melakr
Mentioning: Tikva
Year 765 of The New Age, Winter
Glenmore, Glenwood
It had been a gold winter, Melark had felt it. his coat had been thicker, thicker then whenever he was inside the herd, doing his job. Out here, in the open, he needed more fur to keep himself warm. But he became used to it. he became used to the forest, to the trees. He became used to the fact that he was no alone. he had left his group now a year ago. Some had left, to venture out on their own and the rest had made it into Haven ... at least he hoped so.
He himself? not so much. He had became used to the freedom ... probably one of the reasons why he hadn't felt good when he had returned. Now he had no longer any restrains around him, he was free. So going towards the place where Drustan and his group would be ... he would probably feel locked up again. He had said goodbye to his group and his daughter and promised to not follow them, so that he would not know their location. he could be walking right next to them or far away, he didn't know. He only knew they would be safe there, they, his daughter, his son, ... And he would be out here alone. But he could live with it.
Yet that night he saw her. She said she was out to search for some herbs. He saw she was nervous ... and clearly a Glenmore. Yes, he recognized her, why wouldn't he? She had been a doe of Drustan, one of his Harem does. bit he didn't mentioned it. he kept it silent to not startle her as he saw her nervous face. They talked and she started to relax and so did he. He wasn't sure if she would remember him, as one of the many Guard members. He probably knew more of the herd then one of the herd members would have known the guard.
She staid and they kept talking, until she realized it was already late. night had fallen and stars were sparkling as fireflies ... He had offered her a place in his den to sleep, to stay warm in this cold night. Knowing she would not make it back to her home, she agreed. They spend the night together, close to each other to share the warmth.
In the morning, they said their goodbyes to each other ... Yet he had swallowed. He knew what had happened that night ... He knew what would be the possible result from it ...
What had he done?
Mentioning: Tikva
Year 765 of The New Age, Winter
Glenmore, Glenwood
It had been a gold winter, Melark had felt it. his coat had been thicker, thicker then whenever he was inside the herd, doing his job. Out here, in the open, he needed more fur to keep himself warm. But he became used to it. he became used to the forest, to the trees. He became used to the fact that he was no alone. he had left his group now a year ago. Some had left, to venture out on their own and the rest had made it into Haven ... at least he hoped so.
He himself? not so much. He had became used to the freedom ... probably one of the reasons why he hadn't felt good when he had returned. Now he had no longer any restrains around him, he was free. So going towards the place where Drustan and his group would be ... he would probably feel locked up again. He had said goodbye to his group and his daughter and promised to not follow them, so that he would not know their location. he could be walking right next to them or far away, he didn't know. He only knew they would be safe there, they, his daughter, his son, ... And he would be out here alone. But he could live with it.
Yet that night he saw her. She said she was out to search for some herbs. He saw she was nervous ... and clearly a Glenmore. Yes, he recognized her, why wouldn't he? She had been a doe of Drustan, one of his Harem does. bit he didn't mentioned it. he kept it silent to not startle her as he saw her nervous face. They talked and she started to relax and so did he. He wasn't sure if she would remember him, as one of the many Guard members. He probably knew more of the herd then one of the herd members would have known the guard.
She staid and they kept talking, until she realized it was already late. night had fallen and stars were sparkling as fireflies ... He had offered her a place in his den to sleep, to stay warm in this cold night. Knowing she would not make it back to her home, she agreed. They spend the night together, close to each other to share the warmth.
In the morning, they said their goodbyes to each other ... Yet he had swallowed. He knew what had happened that night ... He knew what would be the possible result from it ...
What had he done?
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Featuring: Melark
Mentioning: Tikva
Year 765 of The New Age, Winter
Glenmore, Glenwood
One last child for my golden stag ... who turns older.
Yet another doe that can not stay at his side (Melark, it's your curse, I tell you!)
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Melark (c) Jian89
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Fawnlings' Staff: Breeding of Melark x Tikva Confirmed! Congratulations to the happy couple! Your little bundle of joy will be born on 30th November, 2016!