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Family Isn't All About Blood

Featuring Felina, Ruibh & Pharaoh

Late Winter, Year 759 of the New Age
Silverthorne, Silver Vale

The thought that being a father was going to be a ton of work hadn’t crossed his mind, but the realization was fast approaching him.  His does hadn't yet given birth, but he was already running himself ragged trying to keep them safe and comfortable. Luckily, rut had been slowly coming to an end.  The majority of does had come in fawns and the ones that weren’t in fawn were coming out of heat.  This meant that patrols had been decreased.  More time could be spent watching over his harem, and less lurking around the outskirts on patrol.  

Time management wasn’t always the easiest to work out now, having a handful of does to watch over had become a chore.  It probably would have been easier if they choose to stay together but does never choose easy.  I might have to take a break next season, he thought to himself.

He took turns spending his night with the ones that wanted him around.  Still visiting the other during the day. Already having visited Nara, he sought out Felina.  He didn’t admit it to the other but she was his favorite.  Assuming she would be resting, he walked immediately inside.  She wasn’t there.  His eyebrow raised, “Fel?”  She should be resting, she was starting to show the first signs of being with fawn.  

“Dear Ahdar, please don’t let this be another day of chasing Blackwoods...” He muttered to himself.

Fel had wandered away from her thicket, merely intending to stretch her legs. Feeling the winter winds blowing about her, the doe shivered slightly, her mane wrapping itself around her legs in tangles. Giving a little hop, the doe shook off the snow from her coat with a little buck, shaking her mane away from the little droplets of snow and lifting her head high, puffing out little clouds of warm breath. The pale mother to be wondered where Ru was? Probably with his other does she assumed. Just beginning to show, the round edges of her tummy were a different feeling to being as limber as she was used to. Fast typically, the doe stretched her hind legs, attempting to ease some of the discomfort of her back.

Looking around, the doe felt a moment of frivolity- and a bit of excitement at an unusually tender looking up cropping of grasses from beneath the icy crust.  Without a second thought, the doe loped towards it at an easy pace, enjoying the stretch on her back and legs, shaking her head and giving another little leap/buck before skidding to a halt through the icy crust near the grass and prancing towards it, tail flagging before lowering her head to pull her head to lip at the tender shoots.

Her pregnancy had been a gift from the gods to the doe, and it kept her closer to the herd than usual- to Ru’s pleasure of course. Though on nights he wasn’t with her, she missed him. Fel refused to group up with his other does however. However stubborn that might be, the doe enjoyed her own thicket where she knew it was safe, warm and private to her. Lifting her head with a shiver, feeling the cold nipping at her heels, she sneezed suddenly, a small burst of fire escaping her as she did and a small shiver touching her spine and coat as the doe cautiously looked around.

His nose lifted to the air, the scent of his mate quickly drawing his eyes to her.  The quickly expanding doe bounced around the icy field near her thicket.  He trotted over to join her, keeping his eyes locked on her lovely figure.  He found the sight of all his doe’s expanding with fawns, he found he had much more desirable for them as they grew.  He had never felt more virile than he had at the sight of his does carrying the young, his young, in their bellies.  

The pace he had set came to a standstill as he spotted the pale doe bounce, allowing herself to slide across the icy ground.  His eyes grew wide with fear, immediately his feet carried him to her side, “Felina!” He shouted trying to get her attention.

He tried to calm himself, he didn’t want to yell at the doe in her state, “Do you think it’s best that you play on the ice?  What if you were to fall? Hurt yourself? Our son?”  He shook his head, “I mean fawn.”  It wasn’t any secret that he wish for a son.  He would be happy with a daughter, if she were happy and healthy, but what stag didn’t wish for a son to carry on his legacy.


The pale doe turned to look at the dark stag, ears flicking back in bewilderment as he shouted her name. The mother to be tilted her head, a spark of fire lighting for a moment, before she tucked her nose, and respectfully cowed such anger. How could he suggest she didn’t know to handle her pregnancy? Did he not trust her to handle their young?

Felina took a deep breath at his words.  “Do you think it’s best that you play on the ice?  What if you were to fall? Hurt yourself? Our son?” Shaking his head, the dark stag quickly added, “I mean fawn.” Ruibh wanted for a son so badly, Fel feared to bring a daughter into this world. Would he still love their fawn if it wasn’t a son? Or of golden coat? Turning, ears flattening against her neck she tried to look at the positives. At least he cared about her safety and their unborn fawns.

Looking at the stag whom’s fawn she carried, she couldn’t deny her feelings for him. He was incredibly busy, Fel reminded herself. But the doe couldn’t live her life hiding in a thicket, could she? And with Raoh around.. Fel still wasn’t sure how to bring her son up. A sharp sting of guilt reprimanded her as she lowered her head, her mane sweeping over the pale dusting of snow.

“I wouldn’t ever risk our fawn, Ru.. But you’re often busy, with your harem. And with my son exploring now, I cannot hide away in my thicket all day. What would you have me do?” Fel looked at him, tone and eyes gentle. A small smile touched her, and with a shy dignity the perolino curled her tail around her to protectively curl around her side. “I’m sorry if such playing is undignified.. I was excited..” A look of sheepish excitement and warmth spread over Fel’s expression, the thought of being a mother brought more energy to the doe- despite the aches and care with which she had to handle little ones and pregnancy.

Felina was still uncertain of many things, but she knew that Ruibh meant well, and somehow, she knew of his feelings for her, though not to what extent, nor could she. And she hoped he too, understood her own feelings. The excitement over her little one, all the knew experiences and all the familiar. It brought joy to her, to see her son bounding with excitement over the thought of a little sibling. Although Raoh had yet to meet Fel’s beloved yet, Felina hoped only for the best of the meeting when it would come.

He couldn’t say that the explanation she gave didn’t cause him to feel guilt, it was overwhelming, “I’m sorry.  I know you would never hurt our fawn.  I - care for you very much.  You and this fawn are everything.  I just do not want something to happen to either of you.”  He touched his nose the the pale does, “Truly, I apologize.  I do not want to be one of those stags that is always forcing my does to do what I wish them to.  I sometimes forget that I am not my father, nor to I wish to be. I beg you, please just be care.”

The mention of the doe’s secret halfling son brought up a conversation he had been wishing to have with the doe.  He had yet to meet the youngling, though he couldn’t understand why he hadn’t.  He HAD spent much time with the doe, it was as if she hide him away.  Though, he wouldn’t blame her.  No need to have the young buck be burned, not blessed with any sort of fire protection, she worried for him.  He knew that.

“While we are on the subject, when do you think I can meet your son.  Don’t you think it’s time?”  He offered a soft smile, “I am not like others in the herd.  I care about you, I will do my best to do the same for your son.  To help protect him.”

Fel smiled at his words, touching her own nose against his adoringly. The doe gently nuzzled at his cheek, “You would force me to do nothing, love. And I’m aware of such. You do not need to be anyone but yourself- but I will take more care in the future.” She promised. The perolino’s ears went back as she looked at her mate. Her son.. Raoh was often nearby, but Fel had never wanted Ru to well.. dislike him and create discontent. Uncertainty filled her eyes for a heartbeat. What would the dark stag think of her little one? Well, for his age, Pharaoh was actually large. But even so, the pale doe looked at him. Taking a deep breath, with some reluctance she added, “Whenever you wish to meet him. Pharaoh is a good colt.. I agree, it’s past time you met him.” Lowering her nose, the Fel was filled with nerves. What if it was all some sort of a trick? What if Ruibh detested her son? “If you’d like we can leave now to meet him.. He’s out in one of the meadows where the snow has yet to be touched, not far from here.”

Normally polite and quick to please, for once, Fel hesitated. Nerves writhed in her stomach like worms, and she tried to ease the sensation of dread. Raoh had no protection from the fires. All Ru had to do was light one, even a little one, and her son could end up mutilated. Ears pressing back against her neck for a brief moment, the soon to be mother steeled herself. “I-I would like your word, that you will not bring him any harm.” She murmured, nose tucking to her chest. “Our little one means the world to me, and although it is blessed to have Grian’s gift. My son is not. And I could not bring myself to burn him at birth..” Looking away for a long moment, the doe leaned her shoulder against Ruibh’s, tucking her nose and cheek against his neck, twining her tail with his.

Fel always felt safe with Ru, but even now- the thought of harm coming to her little one, or disappointment from Ru- terrified her. Even her polite and gentle nature couldn’t mollify the growing nerves.

The young colt tossed his head, bucking and slashing his forehooves wildly as he bounded through the snow. His Momma had finallllllyyyy agreed to let him go tromp in the untouched fallen snow! Snorting, tall colt huffed out a cloud of fog, bright brown eyes looking around keenly. His black mane was flecked with white snow, and his golden pale coat shone brightly. Momma had said not to stray too far.. but what were the limits of tooooo far? Ears swivelling, Pharaoh wondered where his mother was.

Afterall, a young buck had to protect the does of the herd. And she was carrying around his baby sibling somewhere- she said as much. Prancing about, the tall colt wondered when the pale doe he was so proud to call his mother would start to teach him of fire and being a soldier? All the other colts said their fathers did as much- teaching them about the responsibilities of a stag, and of carrying Grian’s legacy! But.. Raoh didn’t have a father, at least not one that he knew of.

The young colt liked to imagine his father being a strong stag, a fierce fighter, proud, winning his momma’s heart, and protecting the herd. But everytime he asked his mother, she shook her head, and said it made no difference now, and that he was being rude. Raoh sighed, before turning and promptly plopping down into the snow for a good roll. Fawn angels- as his mother laughingly called them. Tucking his legs beneath him, he sneezed and sprang forward. Normally his Momma would come and play with him, but with all the snow- she wouldn’t allow for him to wander too far to go play with the other colts. Hopefully she’d come home soon, the colt wanted to play! Maybe she’d even let him lay with her in the embers, like all the other fawns did with their mommas.


He knew the herd’s rule, all born without fire were to be pushed out, shunned.   While he agreed that the fireless shouldn’t be allowed to stay in this place, he felt it was wrong to push a defenseless fawn from it’s mother when it wasn’t capable of defending itself.  The sadness in the does eyes broke his heart, he couldn’t imagine how hard it probably was for her to even ask such a request of him.  

He knew she trusted him and his word, he would give a promise freely, “I promise I will never cause any harm to your son.”  It was the truth.  He wouldn’t hurt the lad, he couldn’t stop another in the herd from doing so much if they wished it, especially at the king’s orders.  But he would try his best to protect him, if for nothing but to keep Felina happy.

“Now would be acceptable. Lead the way, my love.”


Fel nodded, listening to Ruibh’s words.. Reaching out she nuzzled at his cheek uncertainly, before turning and ambling towards her own thicket. Her hooves seemed heavy to her, ladden with fear. Steadying herself, thinking only of the dark stag whom she knew so well and trusted beyond belief. Ru wouldn’t break his word to her. She believed in him.

Crunching the snow beneath her hooves, tail curling and fanning out behind her, dragging silky tendrils in the snow. As they reached her thicket, her ears flattened against her neck nervously. Blue eyes scanned the snow, as her ears perked up hopefully. Then she saw the tall colt rolling in the snow. Choppy black mane and tail standing out against the purity of the white snow. Raoh’s otherwise pale coat flecked with white markings so similar to her own, a small smile touched her features as she watched her son spring forward and leap through the snow playfully. Had he been Ruibh’s son.. Fel shook her head ashamed of such thoughts. His mane marked him for the tainted creature he was. Despite his blood though, none of the herd would ever know such news if the doe could help it.

“Pharaoh, come here. I have someone I would like for you to meet.” Her voice carried over the otherwise empty field, it broke her heart to see her son’s head whip up hopefully. Bounding over, kicking up snow. Already he had wide, strong shoulders that plowed through the snow drifts as he pranced over excitedly. Pausing, the colt sized up the new stag, and Fel frowned nervously as her son’s brown eyes scanned this new fellow of a dark coat. The mother hoped desperately that her son wouldn’t jump to the conclusion, the dream he nursed of a soldier for a father. Reaching out, the doe protectively stepped alongside her son so that he was alongside her forelegs, with her neck draped protectively over his back.

Fel took a moment to lovingly bump her son’s cheek with her nose, smiling gently as she wiped away traces of snow. “Snow fawns?” The whispered joke between the pair brought a bright, mischievous grin to her son’s features that lightened her fears. Turning to the soldier hopefully, her ears pricked forward. “Ruibh, this is my son Pharaoh.” Lifting her head slightly, tail furling anxiously. “He’s to be your little sibling’s father, Raoh.” She added softly to her son, looking at Ruibh, ears up, neck arched gracefully. Even when pregnant, the doe carried herself well. And her manners had rubbed off onto her son, to Fel’s pride. Nudging her son’s shoulder, gaging each male’s reaction to the other with anticipation.


The soldier followed his mate, he wouldn’t admit it to the pale doe but he was nervous.  He hadn’t ever met a crossbred fawn, not one that wasn’t grown and he wasn’t chasing from the vale.  Felina led him to a snow covered meadow near her thicket, in the center dark legs flopped from side to side.  The young colt perked his head up, hearing their hooves crunching on the hardened snow.  

The colt shun with the color of the blessed.  He couldn’t understand how the gods could bless a magicless crossbred with such a color but not himself.  For a moment he felt jealousy, but quickly put it to the back of his mind.  It was ridiculous to be threatened by a buck.

Feline tenderly touched her nose to her son’s cheek, offering him a smile as she spoke, “Ruibh, this is my son Pharaoh.”

Ruibh offered the colt a tip of his antlers, “Pharaoh,  I am Ruibh. I-”  He found himself wishing to make a good impression on the young stag, “I really care for your mother.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He cleared his throat before giving a small laugh at the snow that still covered the colt’s head, “I see you were making snow fawns.  My sisters and myself used to make those every winter.” He lowered his head and whispered to the colt, “Mine were always the best.  Maybe we can give each other some tips.”


Looking up at the dark stag who tipped his antlers, Raoh sized him up uncertainly. Dark of coat, but he seemed kind. “I see you were making snow fawns. My sisters and myself used to make those every winter.” Lowering his head, he added in a whisper, “Mine were always the best. Maybe we can give each other some tips.” The pale coated colt blinked up at the stag hopefully, before glancing at his Momma. Maybe he wasn’t so bad- he said he cared about Momma a lot. Raoh cared about Momma a lot too, and he liked seeing his Momma happy.

Pharaoh nodded, looking up at the soldier and smiling. “Okay.” Pausing a moment, and pondering, he wondered about this new stag before adding, “Momma says mine always turn out the best. But I wanna teach my little brother-” “Or sister.” Fel added gently, and an abashed Pharaoh continued, “Or sister, to make them too!” Eagerly, he glanced up at Ruibh. “Are you a soldier?” He asked curiously, tail flagging out behind him as he grinned up at the much larger stag. Bouncing forward playfully, the colt pranced forward through the thick snow, head high, and announcing, “When I”m all grown up and big, I wanna be protect the herd!”

Maybe the new dark coated stag would let him tag along on patrols. Or play with him. Momma couldn’t play very much with his baby sibling still in the way, but Pharaoh didn’t much mind that. She seemed happy to be with fawn, and she seemed to like this stag an awful lot. But Raoh would still protect his Mommy- even if this soldier was around.


Watching the pair of males, Fel began to relax. Smiling gently, watching as her son darted forward eagerly pronouncing his intentions of protecting the herd. Looking at Ruibh lovingly, the doe ambled over to stand beside the stag and twine her tail through his. Touching her nose to his shoulder and glancing up from beneath her lashes, the doe couldn’t recall being more relieved. So far, her son seemed to accept the strange new stag- if not somewhat protective and uncertain. No obvious animosity or mistrust lingered.

The result was more of exhaustion than Fel had expected to feel. Perhaps it was her pregnancy, perhaps it was the nerves and stress of the situation, but the relaxation had had such a soothing effect on the pregnant doe her eyes were half veiled with exhaustion. “Pharaoh, mind your manners.” She added gently, watching her son struggle through the deep snow.

She hoped so that she would be able to give Ruibh the son he wanted, but moreso, she hoped that he would accept her son. They had plenty of time to try for more fawns after her current pregnancy, afterall. “Thank you.” She whispered to Ruibh, “For giving him a chance, for giving both of us a chance.” Her voice was soft, laced with affection and genuine gratitude. The doe didn’t know where she would be without him, to say the least.
Family isn't all about blood
Word Count: 3510

Whoop! Huge thanks and bacon bit showering to Fu for this rp! 
In which Ru worries about Fel, Fel worries about Raoh, and Raoh meets Ru!

Year 759 of the New Age, Late Winter
Featuring Ruibh | Stag | Silverthorne Soldier ,Felina| Doe | Herd Member , and Pharaoh | Colt | Herd Member
SilverVale, Silverthorne

Go love on Fu you guys! She's absolutely a dream to have tolerated all my insanity! Not to mention having such a kickass boy! (:
Today I got the phone call I'd been dreading. One of the most amazing horses I've had the chance to work with had been ill.
The decision to put him down had been made officially. 
Oz and I have worked together for close to 4 years, he took me from Academy to Country pleasure showing. He was there to work with me when I bought my first horse. 
He went Western, Saddleseat, and Huntseat and even know some dressage. 
I nursed him back to health even when everyone else was giving up on him
We had countless nights spent laughing, and countless days spent together. 
He was in my senior pictures from highschool, helped me through an incredibly negative relationship by simply being oz, gave me confidence in myself again and taught me so much about myself
There may never be another horse like him in my life again,
and I feel like my world's shattering
But I'm grateful I had the opportunity to know and work and love such an amazing horse. 

Easily my best friend, the most amazing partner, and one of the most important things of my life
he will be missed greatly
Featuring Rhinestone and Felina
Autumn Year 752 of the New Age
Silver Vale, Silverthorne 

The pale doe had never known anything like the confusion the news she had just received. Her ears were flattened against her neck, fear coursing through her. Daddy wouldn’t just disappear and leave them would he? The perlino filly had grown, she was long legged, with a grace about her already despite her young age. Her mane was a short crop of wavy curls now, and her tail feathers were already long for her age. Where was Rhi? He would know what to do, wouldn’t he? Loping towards the herd, ears pricked and looking for the familiar dark coat of her fawn hood friend.

The little hind was built tall, and delicate. Breathing in all the scents, confusion hit her. She was too young to fully understand what the fall brought, but old enough to understand her older friend would be off chasing does. Rolling her eyes, she pranced around for a moment, trying to pinpoint his scent. More concerning, was her mother’s reaction. Her golden mother had never blinked in the face of scary situations- but.. the news of the massive stag that was her father going missing? Juno had crumpled to the ground, just silently staring away as though her world had just shattered. The doe had only turned dead eyes on her daughter to smile weakly, “Daddy’s just on a special patrol is all..” She had assured the young hind.

Fel’s heart raced, Rhine always made her feel better. Ears forward, the little hind stopped a hoof. She wanted to play and forget and pretend that Daddy was just on a patrol! Her mother had told her to tell no one; and so the little hind would obey as she had been taught to do. But news spread fast in this herd, even with rut in full swing- little did the filly know. Ears pricking with excitement as she saw her dark coated friend prancing for some other young does, and the little hind bounded over, “Rhine!” She called, hopeful blue eyes locked on him. Her childish voice was happy, excited- already masking her despair and fear over her father. Tail flagged out, unaware of what she was interrupting, she danced over.


This autumn had brought changes about Rhine that he hadn’t even known would happen. He’d filled out, no longer that little lanky thing with ribs poking out of his sides and hip-bones slightly showing.

The lankiness was replaced by muscles, which quickly began to cover his ribs and hide his hip bones. He’d lost his scraggly look, his chest and belly hair growing long, his once stubbly little beard growing out. His coat didn’t look ragged anymore, it’d taken on a slick sheen. He’d begun to be attracted by the does, more than he had before, and they seemed to be more attracted to him.

The way he understood it was that this year, his 5th year, was the age that he could sire fawns, causing his appearance to change and his hormones to run wild.

So, that’s what he was doing this fine autumn day. Out prancing around for the girls, even though he had no desire to sire any fawns as of yet. He just felt like flirting. It was his favorite game.

He had the complete and total attention of the two does that he was flirting with. They were two beautiful pale does, with shiny coats and long manes and tails. They were watching him prance about. One of them looked thoroughly impressed, as if she was about to approach him and talk to him. The other looked somewhere in the middle, glancing from Rhine to another, paler colt off to the right a little ways, who was also trying to capture the attentions of the does.

Rhine let out a low snort at the pale buck, ears pinning to his skull. What the heck was he doing, trying to steal his thunder!? Letting out another snort, this one louder, he raised himself up onto his hind-legs, forehooves pawing at the sky.

One of the fillies approached, a soft smile upon her lips. She was impressed. Rhine couldn’t help but be drawn in by the soft sheen of her coat and the length of her creamy eyelashes. With a satisfied snicker the dark buck let gravity take him back to the ground, forehooves landing with a dull thud.

He opened his mouth, about to start saying sweet nothings to the beautiful doe, but was abruptly interrupted as someone called his name. He recognized that voice automatically, he’d been around Felina enough to memorize her coat and her voice.

The dark buck’s ears lopped to the sides. Oh, great timing Fel. The doe he had been wooing was looking at him questioningly, though she said nothing.

“Hello.” he called to Felina, watching his friend bound over to him. “How are you… Sis?” he cut his eyes towards the pale doe he’d been flirting with, making sure that she knew that he and Felina weren’t a thing. Besides, Fel was only three.

Fel skidded to a halt, frowning at the does he was attempting to woo. Glancing at Rhinestone, her ears pressing against her neck. Looking at the other doe, the small perlino hind felt suddenly small and immature. “You promised we could play today..” Her voice was soft, sad. A look of uncertainty and shyness touched the little filly, looking at her bigger friend- his ears lowering as though she had just made the intrusion of the century. “You shouldn’t lie, Momma’ll get mad at you.” Fel felt low for wielding Juno as a threat, especially when her mother was so frail.. but.. Rhine ought not to lie! And she knew Rhi had always been uncertain about the pale mother Fel loved so.

“We were waiting for Daddy to get back from patrol..” She mumbled, her ears lowering, trying to act as though nothing were wrong. Maybe if the pale filly was careful- they could just play, no questions, no need to worry! But, Felina knew Rhinestone was so accustomed to her, and she to him, eventually he would know something was amiss. Her bright blue eyes were wide and innocent, looking up at the dark young stag with trust and hope. The leaves had just begun to fall, and they swirled around them. “If you’re too busy…” Her frown was deep, and filled with worry.

Her tail began to furl and unfurl anxiously, wondering where she would go. She hadn’t meant to interrupt him. The pale female began to turn away, “Sorry..” Felina added, looking at the pretty, tall does. All in their prime, ready to be fought over and enjoying the attentions of all the young bucks- Rhine was old enough to participate in all the fun afterall.. Though Fel didn’t think it was very fun herself.. She just wanted to go find her Daddy and snuggle up next to him, and bring him home to Momma, so she could be happy again!

Her best friend since early fawnhood was busy, she shouldn’t interfere should she? What would the mighty firebringer that was her mother say?


Rhine glanced at the pale doe that he’d been flirting without shame with. She looked a bit irritated, as if she wanted the perlino nuisance at the stag’s side to go away. Rhine wanted to continue with his flirting and wooing of the doe, but.. but Felina was more important. ‘Sorry’ he mouthed to the doe, turning to Felina now and smiling softly. “You don’t have you use your mother as a threat, Fel.” he said with a low laugh. “I wasn’t trying to lie to you, I was just entertaining myself while waiting for you to get here.”

Rhine didn’t really remember telling Felina that he would play with her today, but it didn’t matter. Felina was important to him. She always came first. “I’m not too busy, Fel.” the silver blood bay buck said sweetly, his tail tapping gently on her side. “I’m never too busy for you.” His ears flicked back slightly and his expression changed from sweet and loving to neutral once again. “So.” he said. “Your father is still out on patrol?” he questioned. That seemed a bit odd… From what he could tell the soldiers usually went  out on patrol early in the mornings so they’d get back and be able to spend the rest of the day with their families.. But they were already well into the afternoon… What was taking the stag so long?

Rhine frowned deeply, but quickly covered it up. Did Felina know and understand that something could be wrong? He could tell that she was upset, even though she didn’t completely show it. He knew her more than anyone, besides her family of course, and she knew him better than anyone too. She knew him better than his family… She even knew him better than his own beloved sister Meena.

“No, don’t go!” he exclaimed as Felina turned away. He quickly bounced forward to catch up with her. “Come on, lets go play something. What do you want to play? Tag? Hide-and-go-Seek? Blackwoods-n’-Soldiers?” he winced slightly at his own unintentional words. He shouldn’t have mentioned the last game, not with Felina’s father missing.

“Nevermind… How about we just go for a little walk?”


Fel’s ears dropped as he mentioned Blackwoods and Soldiers. Daddy was along the Blackwood border he said today, her father had smiled at her when he left this morning, laughing and nuzzling her forehead telling her not to worry and that he’d be home soon and he loved her. Looking at the stag that bounced alongside her,  the younger filly swished her tail uncertainly. “A walk sounds nice.. Momma’s not.. not feeling well.” Her mouth felt dry and her tongue felt heavy as it rolled over the little lie. Rhine didn’t need to know the devastated state Momma had crumbled into. Other does had come to console her, assuring her that the large soldier would be back soon.

Smiling sweetly, Fel was unaware of all the changes going on around her. Juno was grooming her into a fine specimen of a Silverthorne doe, and already soldier stags were beginning to notice the little hind. Soldiers’ sons inquired after her, asking for play dates and for walks. The small, delicately built filly brushed it all off. Rhine was her best friend- she didn’t need anyone but him, afterall. Bumping his cheek with her forehead, her peach fuzzy mane had begun to turn to silky curls. “Thanks for agreeing to come along.. Sorry for using Momma..” Her ears lowered guilty as she glanced up at him from under her lashes.

Suddenly, a mischievous, almost unlike Felina smile touched her as she bolted forward, tail flagging out as she raced forward, kicking up clods of dirt as she raced forward. Feeling the heat of the sun radiating down on her back, reminded of Grian and of the gods who protected them, the perolino couldn’t help but laugh delightedly as she ran to escape her thoughts and fears, the nerves that roiled in her stomach like worms in the earth. No! She would have a nice day with Rhine, he wouldn’t ever let anyone hurt her. He’d keep all the bad things away.

And then the filly noticed the heavy set stag ambling towards her, his rack lowered as he looked at her. His pelt was covered in old cuts and scars, his voice rattled and shook the ground like thunder. Authority went without question, a soldier. “Felina. Come here, little one. Your mother sent me to get you.” His voice was a rusty rumble. The stag cast a glowering glance at Rhinestone, “If this riff raff is bothering you, young miss, I can send him away.” Giving a protective toss of his antlers, the older stag snorted. Lowering her ears, Fel watched the familiar stag. He’d been one of daddy’s best friends. Lowering her head, the little doe glanced at Rhine, and loyally went to the soldier of a chestnut coat. “He’s my friend, sir.. Is everything alright? Where’s momma?” She asked, her eyes round as globes.

Her heart thrummed, dropping to her belly. Why was he getting her? Where was her Mommy? The stag lowered his head to gently touch Fel’s forehead, pain and sorrow welling deep in his eyes. “Your daddy isn’t coming home little one..” Just like that, her whole world seemed to be shattering. The little filly shook her head, ears flattening against her neck. “No, no! He’ll be home later today! You don’t understand- he promised!” Fel bleated back to the stag, scrambling backwards, tears welling up in her eyes. Fel couldn’t imagine a day without her Daddy. His laugh echoing, playing and frolicking with her, snuggling down for an afternoon nap in the sun, walking to the Winterflame.. No.. He couldn’t be! “You’re lying!” She shouted, turning to her friend desperately, insisting, “He’s lying! Daddy’s going to come back home! He has to!” Desperately, the little filly clung to the hope, it was all just a bad dream.


Rhinestone frowned slightly at her. “I would say not, but I’m sure that she’ll be ok when your father gets home.” Atleast, he was hoping that he would come home… But, he would try to soothe and comfort Felina the best that he could, even if he didn’t know what was to come. “She’s probably just very worried about him.” He glanced down at the perlino filly, frowning once again. Never before had he seen her so darn upset and distraught.. It made him feel upset and distraught. Felina had always been the sunshine in his life- besides his sister Meena- and she always brightened up his day. She was his sunshine, even when clouds darkened the sky and thunder rolled in the distance.

“It’s ok.” he said, smiling softly at her as she apologized for using her mother as a threat. “You were just afraid I’d turn you away, that’s all.” the dark buck’s tail swished slightly and he looked rather amused. He opened his mouth- about to say something to her, but didn’t get the chance, for she took off, digging those little hooves of hers into the ground and shooting off like a rocket. Rhine looked after her in surprise before quickly bounding forwards after her. Man, she was fast! He was older and bigger, with longer strides,and he was beginning to catch up with due to this only, but he was rather impressed. They’d both grown so much since they’d met three years ago.

Suddenly Fel came to a stop and Rhine slammed on the ‘brakes’ himself, skidding through the dirt, letting out a rebellious “whoop whoop!!!!” as he sprayed dirt, torn grass, and rocks every where. When the colt straightened up he let out a loud laugh. “Hey, did you see that, Fel!? I just totally….” his words dropped off into nothingness as he saw the large stag moving towards them. He fell completely silent and still, not being able to help the feeling of dread that settled inside his gut. Something was wrong… He could tell by the look on the big stag’s face.

When the stag called him a riff-raff his ears slicked right against his skull. Who was this big slug calling a riff-raff!?!?!??! The blood bay colt let out a loud snort of disapproval, opening his mouth to snap out a defensive retort along the lines of “I may be a riff-raff but at least I don’t have an ugly face like yours.” However, he was stopped when Felina said that he was her friend. That made him hush up.

Rhine’s face fell at the stag’s words. Felina’s sire wasn’t coming home… Never. His stomach dropped and his head lowered. Poor Felina… He said absolutely nothing at first, hoping that she would just accept it, even though he knew she was going to be upset… But, no she did what he’d prayed not for her to do… She swung around towards him, tears welling in her normally bright blue eyes-which were oh so dark now- and spilling down her little cheeks. She insisted that the old stag was lying… But… Rhine knew he wasn’t.

“Felina…” the dark stag said softly, stepping towards her, unsure whether to embrace her or not. “Fel, I’m so sorry…”

“Felina… Fel, I’m so sorry..” Rhine said, stepping towards her. He believed the old stag? But Daddy never broke his promises- Momma said so! Real stags never did! Scrambling backwards, Fel shook her head desperately- running square into the old stag’s solid legs and pitying eyes. “Little one.. Your Daddy is with the gods now.. “ His voice boomed. Whimpering, the filly shook her head. “He can’t be gone..” Her voice trembled and cracked as she stared down at the ground. Her tears fell in little droplets, spattering the dusty and leaf littered ground. Looking between the two stags, shame filled her heart. Mommy wouldn’t want her to be crying in front of anyone. She was a filly of Silverthorne, with the blood of fire purely in her veins. No daughter of Grian should reject such a soldier’s word. Felina would uphold her heritage, and make her Mommy and Daddy proud!

Lifting her head, sniffling and trying her best to push her tears away the youngster tried her best to brave. “C-Can you take us to my mother, sir?” The gods should be honored to have such a stag among them, the filly was certain. Looking at Rhine, with pain and tears bright in her eyes, she took a step, tucking her head beneath his in a brief embrace. Her smaller frame trembled as she stepped away and looked towards the larger, older stag who watched her so carefully. “Of course. I promised your father I would look after you, Miss Felina.” The stag rumbled, turning and beginning to amble towards Juno’s den. Looking at Rhine, Fel tried a brave smile. “Maybe it’s all just a bad dream, maybe we’ll wake up soon. I don’t like this dream very much, Rhi. But at least you’re here, right?”

Lowering her head, the little filly tried her best to hide the pain that writhed away in her heart. Smiling sadly at Rhinestone, her dark coated friend, and tucking her nose neatly to her chest as her mother had taught her. It was all just a bad dream. That was the only thing this could be. She would wake up, and Daddy would be home and smiling, blocking out the sun and laughing with Mommy. They were lying! It had to be some sort of test from the gods, it had to be! Their gracious god Adhar would never take such a strong, wonderful Daddy so soon would he? Fel’s little body trembled with fear and sorrow barely contained, and listless blue eyes watched the familiar path as they walked it. Her tail absently twined with Rhine’s- reaching out to the only thing she could feel was real right now. When was she going to wake up?


Rhine’s deep, dark brown eyes lowered to the floor. He didn’t want to look at her like this. His heart hurt for her and he desperately longed to help her… But, there was nothing he could do. He could only watch her suffer. He couldn’t bring her daddy back for her. The dark young buck nudged the filly softly. “He’s right, Felina. I’m really sorry… But, he has been chosen by Adhar to come home early. It means he’s needed in Adhar’s domain. That’s a high honor, Fel.” He licked her cheek gently, trying to comfort her. “I know it hurts, but just think of all the fun times you had with your father. Think of all the beautiful memories. Be thankful for the time you had with him” Rhine couldn’t help but feel a small pang of….jealousy? He choked it back down though. He shouldn’t be jealous… It was just that Felina had had such a great father that truly loved her...and he was stuck with a possessive control freak of a sire that’d rather kick him in the face than give him a loving nuzzle.

He fell silent when she asked to be taken to her mother then quickly followed suit. He dreaded what he was about to see. Juno would be, no doubt, devastated. He wondered what it must be like to have that kind of love for another… To think that a bond could be strong is incredible…and when that bond was broken.. so were hearts. Rhine smiled sadly at Fel as she said that it could maybe just be a bad dream. It wasn’t a bad dream… But, he didn’t say that to her. “I’ll always be here, Felina.” he said softly, not minding as she intertwined her tail with his. He just walked alongside her, supporting her every second of the way.


Fel trudged behind the older stag, head tucked neatly to her chest. She was crying silently, but acting as if the tears weren’t real. Rhi was right- Adhar’s domain was an honorable place to be- but her Daddy didn’t need to be there right now, he needed to be with her and Momma. The chestnut stag cleared his throat, stopping and lowering his head as if uncertain. Fel passed him and stopped- hoof still in mid air at the sight before her.

Juno was crumpled in a heap, shaking and sobbing silently, herbs littering the floor around her. Cuts and scrapes from slamming against the walls littered her body, her eyes were dead. Turning, the pale coated doe looked at her daughter, eyes not even registering her. “You..” she managed to choke, her voice hoarse from screaming, Juno continued, “You were his favorite..” And then the doe began to shake, and crumpled back to the ground. The older chestnut stag couldn’t stop Fel from seeing her mother wolf down herbs as fast as she could, or the way her body convulsed with them. He put his body between the small, fragile Felina and her broken mother, looking at Rhine, “Get her away from here.” He ordered softly.

Fel had never seen such pain before, and her eyes had gone wide. What was Mommy doing? What had happened to her? Why was she covered in cuts and bruises? Taking a half step back, the filly shook her head. Just a bad dream, just a bad dream! Fel couldn’t ignore the noises, of her mother demanding her father’s return, of her screaming and cursing, cursing the gods, cursing her father, the broken hearted lamentation of the doe shattered Fel’s little heart. This wasn’t her Momma. It was some.. some monster. Juno’s tears had run in rivulets down her cheeks too. She had sounded so sad.. so desperate and lonely. Why did Daddy have to leave? Why had Momma eaten those herbs?

Lowering her ears and turning to Rhine, fear and misery bright in her eyes, Fel barely stopped herself from bleating like a newborn fawn out of despair. She wanted her Daddy! She wanted it all to go away! Momma wasn’t supposed to be sad! This wasn’t her Momma! Her Momma was beautiful and strong and polite and a proper doe of the herd; Daddy wasn’t dead! He wasn’t with the gods. It was just some bad dream! “I don’t like this dream Rhine. Make it go away.. Please..” She pleaded brokenly, looking at him as though he could save her from the pain.


Rhine lifted his eyes off the ground as they came to a stop, dreading what he might see. Just as he dreaded… it wasn’t pretty. It was almost...shocking. Never before had he seen someone so broken down, in such a deteriorated mental state. He’d seen his mother break down before, but never, ever like this…. Never… This was the breakdown of a doe who’d lost her world- her beloved mate that treated her right and had loved her with all of his heart.The dark young buck’s ears flicked back against his skull and he looked away as Juno saw her daughter, telling her that she’d been his favorite…

His eyes lifted up once again, just in time to see Juno lunge forward, gulping down the herbs that were scattered apart the ground. His eyes widened with disbelief, jaw dropping open as the buckskin doe began to convulse, flailing wildly upon the ground, limbs jerking, eyes rolling into the back of her head. The next thing he knew the old chestnut stag was telling him to get Felina away. He didn’t respond at first, still in shock but what Juno had just done, until the stag’s words registered and he acted upon them.

His eyes went down to Felina. “Ok, Fel, let’s make it go away. Come on, follow me. We’re going to get away from here and go back to our run.” he nudged the little perlino tenderly, trying to get her to go forwards.

He started forwards, glancing after her to make sure that she was following. He fell into silence, thoughts tracing back to Juno again. The doe had always been strong and beautiful… In a way he’d feared her… But, now she was only just a shell of her former self…
Transition and Tragedy
Featuring Felina| Doe | Herd Member and Rhinestone|Stag|Wanderer
Year 752 of the New Age, Fall
Silver Vale, Silver Thorne

Word count: 4212 

In which, Fel learns about the loss of her father, and Rhine is a youngster of his first Rut~

Kudos to anyone who takes the time to read that wall of text, it's kinda disheartening. 
What's this? by horseanimegirl101
What's this?
Year 760 of the New Age,
Near Silvervale, Silverthorne
Featuring Pharaoh -  Pharaoh | Colt | Herd Member with mentions of Felina 

Featuring the herbs: 
Rosemary - common - Induces calm, slows the senes, a plant used for sacrifice and black magic
Aster Berry tree  - uncommon -  Leaves are a good poultice base, even though they have few medicinal qualities, the texture is apparently good. Flowers can be eaten straight from the tree to help with digestive problems. Berries can be crushed then added to water in small doses to create a detoxifying drink - it will purge all illness from the body, though too strong a dose can cause more damage than good.


The pale colt ambled away from his mother’s thicket curiously. The pale doe was lying down, resting among the embers. Smiling, Momma had given him her leave to go play amongst the other fawns, or to explore. She’d suggested if he had the chance to gather the herb she called “Rosemary” that helped her when her nerves seemed to eat away at her heart. Rarely had the colt seen his mother use any herbs, but when she did it was always with reason. As spring came around, Raoh knew the nerves and anticipation of meeting his little sibling must be hard for Momma. Her belly was swollen, and even in pregnancy she moved in grace- despite being a whole lot slower.

She still tried to play with him, although it was harder and she got tired more quickly. Pharaoh could scarcely contain his excitement at meeting his little sibling. He hoped Momma would give him a little brother, someone to spar with and go on adventures! One day, they could even fight off Blackwood mutts together! When Raoh was big, and had his own rack and was taller than even his Momma, he knew he could be more than just a herd member. He wanted to help the herd, and find ways to protect it. Whenever Momma spoke to him of the future, she only promised him he would find his place as the gods willed it amongst their herd and that whatever to come he would be guided by the gods. Never, even when he begged, did she speak of the father he hoped to find though. Sometimes she made little suggestions that seemed to be filled with sorrow or guilt- though the tall colt never understood why. Momma was a proper doe of Silverthorne, with a pale coat, fire magic and loyalty to her herd and gods. Never did she break any laws, and she would never! Glancing over his shoulder, Pharaoh hoped his mother would be alright for a little while.

The suggestion about the herb made him wonder if he ought to do that. Momma was always doing nice things for him, surprising him with tasty leaves or grasses, letting him sleep in the comfiest places in the thicket- he ought to do something for her too. Springing forward, practically dancing into a lope, he raced through the meadow alongside his mother’s thicket before beginning to come to trees and bushes of all sorts. Gazing up at them curiously, he wondered what each one was, what they did and how they were used. Momma said herbalists used herbs to help heal others, and to make charms to make their soldiers stronger and magic more powerful. Could Pharaoh do such things one day maybe too? All the other colts loved sparring and playing war, Blackwood Raiders and Soldiers! Raoh did too, but the tall colt also enjoyed walking amongst the forest and plains with his mother and hearing about the growth all around them. Maybe he just had a thirst for knowledge, as his mother called it, but the dark maned colt wondered if he could have a future helping the herd not only by protecting it, but by healing it too, and keeping it healthy. Startled by the guilt it brought upon himself, Raoh wondered if he would be shamed for the thoughts. Momma would know what to do, wouldn’t she?

Lowering his nose, the colt began to investigate the surrounding bushes. Slowly moving in between each, he tried to begin to tell the differences between each one. This was one too tall, too spiny, too small, and too soft. Frowning with concentration, the colt’s tail swayed to and fro as he wracked his brain for the names and roles each plant played. He needed Rosemary! Momma had asked him to try and find it if he could remember it, and Raoh was going to do it even if it took him all day. Pawing through the dry dirt, shaking his mane and taking a deep breath he tried to remember everything his Momma had told him about Rosemary. Purple flowers, poky needle like leaves, and woody Momma had said. Small flowers, lived in dry foresty areas. It grew all over the place, she had said and was fairly easy to find in large quantities.

As the day continued to go on, the tall colt began to grow discouraged but continued searching. He swore he could smell the herb- honest he could! Pharaoh didn’t realize he’d passed the same rosemary bush several times in the course of the day- until he ran smack into it once more. This time, the colt realized brightly that he had finally found the ONLY Rosemary bush within 2 strides of where he had been looking. To his immense embarrassment, as it dawned on him what the bush was- he realized it was surrounded by others of its kind as well in various stages of growth.

Proudly, the pale colt took a couple of sprigs from the biggest bush, carrying them in his mouth and beginning to prance back towards him. Dusk had already fallen, and he knew his Momma was apt to worry first and ask questions later. Rushing towards the safety of his thicket, Pharaoh smiled around the mouthful of spiny leaves despite the discomfort- he’d actually been able to do it all by himself! Momma would be so proud of him, and it’d help her he hoped. Maybe she hadn’t worried too much, right? Rushing towards the entrance of the thicket, he saw the silhouette of his mother standing, looking worried half to death. “Mermah!” Pharaoh shouted around the mouthful of herbs.

“Pharaoh!” Felina scolded with worry, rushing over to her son and thoroughly nuzzling him as though assuring herself e was alright. Raoh grinned proudly up at his mother, waiting for her to notice the sprigs sticking out of his mouth at every odd angle. “You’re filthy! Where have you been all day- Rosemary..?” His mother’s bright blue eyes lost the worry for a moment, and the emotion was filled with pride and affection for her only son. “You got me Rosemary?” She asked, lowering her head to nudge his cheek proudly. “You must have had to work very hard to find it.” Pharaoh nodded, not admitting there had been a variety of the bushes all around them. Instead he simply smiled proudly, puffing up his chest, “Someone’s gotta take care of you afterall!” He announced, dropping the sprigs near his mother’s feathered hooves. Fel smiled sweetly, “And that you do, my son, and that you do.” She chuckled. 

Word Count: 1102 + 2 
Darkness isn't so dark afterall by horseanimegirl101
Darkness isn't so dark afterall
Year 760 of the New Age, Spring
Silver Vale, Silverthorne
Featuring Felina <da:thumb wytiwyg="1" id="463486069"> with Mentions of Ruibh, Savalya, and Pharaoh

Corresponding Lit: 

   Luan's shadows fell across the sky is varying hues of purple, black and blue. The doe couldn't help but stare up at it in awe of the illuminating speckles, little remenants of Grian's fire sparkling brightly across the shadow stretching across her view. The ground had yet to turn green with spring's first touches, patches of dead grass clung to the ground in clumps, and others bravely stuck to the soil for a life line. How had she been so blessed by the gods? Felina could only begin to wonder what the gods so graciously had in store for her. Her sides were well stretched around a growing fawn that kicked every day- carrying on Grian's legacy. Even with Luan's shadows of darkness dancing along the worlds of Adhar's, the doe had never felt so at peace before. Embers warmed her veins, as fire trapped her heart, growing stronger in her fawn. No, the pale doe could have been no more proud, or thankful to the gods above. They had blessed her beyond words and recognition- beyond that which she deserved. But a humble pious doe now she had once born a half black blooded son who dwelled among those of pure blessings. Shame and guilt still haunted her, dreams of a forest filled with terrors, terrified and confused by her very first pregnancy. Unaware of what had befallen her. 
No, this doe deserved no such blessings from her beloved gods. Yet they had showered her in love and friendship, bringing her dark soldier stag into her life, her wonderful friend and teacher Savayla, returning her fawnhood friend to her, protecting her son from scrutiny of her herd, and even better- to allow her to bear a son or daughter in Grian's name? No, Felina could not have been more proud. Wings fluttered in her chest at the thought of the miracle soldier in her life now. Not only had Ruibh forgiven her for her sins, but he was even willing to help protect her son, to share the joy of raising a fawn with her.. She deserved no such love and kindness, she knew. No matter what, the soon to be mother would always be grateful to her dark stag. Maybe her words would never express the feelings so carefully trapped behind her mask, but surely he knew of such admiration and affection? Thier little one was all that mattered to her- keeping it safe and planning with excitement for the future. She couldn't even begin to express the excitement to meet her new little one. It touched her even moreso to listen to her son trying to convince her belly and his sibling that it should stop hiding soon, and come out and play with him. That night would be one she couldn't wait for. So many feelings well up in her heart, but most of all, the doe felt the eed to remind her gods of her love for them, and her gratitude for their blessings in this lifetime. 
Despite the heavy swell of her belly, the doe carefully lowered herself into a bow, tucking her nose towards her chest as her mane fell about her in waves. Carefully, the doe began to pray and raise her thanks to the gods above, from the god of the river, to the goddesses of light and night, and to the god guarding the heavens above. May the mothers of the heavens bless me to be a doe of worth, raising my fawn to be the best of Grian's Legacy possible. May the does and fillies bless this fawn if it turns out to be a filly, and guide her on the path ahead- may she be kind and gentle, wielding Grian's flames with compassion and wisdom as those that came before her did. May the stags of above bless my son, to help him have strength for the challenges ahead. May they guide my little colt, should he be born as such, on a path of duty, loyalty and honor, with diligence and pride for his herd. Might the fathers bless my mate, so that he may be the best father he may be, and protect him from being taken too soon from my and our little one's lives. May the soldiers watch over Savayla, who is strong of heart and fire. I pray that you hear my thanks, and know that I am undeserving of such kindnesses. I am grateful for your indulgence in my wishes, and forgiveness for my sins. May you help guide me to a better path, burning away the darkness, guiding my own 5 little ones as they come into this world and leave their own hoof prints behind. Thank you, for blessing me to be so lucky to be surrounded by those around me. Forever am I indebted. I may only hope I prove to be the best daughter of Grian's line that I may be.  

Word count: 825 +1 magic 
Art + 1 stamina

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