Post by angelbleueyes on Nov 14, 2016 21:53:10 GMT
Season: Summer
Year: 766
Featuring: <a href="http://badvibesgenerator.deviantart.com/art/Scath-Hind-Gardener-629946878">Scath</a> and <a href="http://angel-creek-ranch.deviantart.com/art/Pax-Royal-Doe-Royal-Troublemaker-588922968"> Pax </a>
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Pax:
It had been a few years since the doe had been on her own, something that she had come to enjoy. No more having her mother breath down her neck over her antics, no more having to constantly play nice with the other royals, acting like a royal in the presence of others... an adult, finally! Pax let out a cool breath as she moved through the herds territory, venturing through the woods with a easy step as she didn't fear running into others. The sound of the smaller creatures scurrying about living their short lives as best as possible was music to this doe's ears. The wind ruffled her short cut mane as it brushed against her face, as if fighting her. The small lump atop of her head itched, her small horn covered in a velvet that irrited her. Not that she needed her horn for anything really, she just didn't feel like dealing with the small skin covering it. At the sounds of another the fae paused, ear perked up as she listened, tilting her head Pax grinned, staring at the small roots infront of her. Hmmm... tricks... oh how she did miss them... Thoughts ran through her head as she considered what she wanted to do, her tail flicking behind her. Stepping back and out of sight Pax decided she would wait and watch on who came. She did always enjoy a good 'practice' on her magic skills. An inner voice reminded her of her parents hope of her being a 'normal' royal doe, that she shouldn't do such a 'mean' thing, as they told her constantly. She debated with herself as she wished she could be as feisty as she was in her fawn stages but... she did hold respedf for her parents to a certain extent. Oe well her mother as she hadnt really been around her father before. Her mothers voice echoed in her mind, reminding her that she did have to be more cautious lest she be removed from the herd. Something that D'Anya couldn't handle, losing her first born that was considered a dishonorable doe. A sigh escaped her as she made her choice. Family was more important... she remained where she was, pretending to fiddle with a plant as she watched waiting to see who was near by.
Year: 766
Featuring: <a href="http://badvibesgenerator.deviantart.com/art/Scath-Hind-Gardener-629946878">Scath</a> and <a href="http://angel-creek-ranch.deviantart.com/art/Pax-Royal-Doe-Royal-Troublemaker-588922968"> Pax </a>
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Pax:
It had been a few years since the doe had been on her own, something that she had come to enjoy. No more having her mother breath down her neck over her antics, no more having to constantly play nice with the other royals, acting like a royal in the presence of others... an adult, finally! Pax let out a cool breath as she moved through the herds territory, venturing through the woods with a easy step as she didn't fear running into others. The sound of the smaller creatures scurrying about living their short lives as best as possible was music to this doe's ears. The wind ruffled her short cut mane as it brushed against her face, as if fighting her. The small lump atop of her head itched, her small horn covered in a velvet that irrited her. Not that she needed her horn for anything really, she just didn't feel like dealing with the small skin covering it. At the sounds of another the fae paused, ear perked up as she listened, tilting her head Pax grinned, staring at the small roots infront of her. Hmmm... tricks... oh how she did miss them... Thoughts ran through her head as she considered what she wanted to do, her tail flicking behind her. Stepping back and out of sight Pax decided she would wait and watch on who came. She did always enjoy a good 'practice' on her magic skills. An inner voice reminded her of her parents hope of her being a 'normal' royal doe, that she shouldn't do such a 'mean' thing, as they told her constantly. She debated with herself as she wished she could be as feisty as she was in her fawn stages but... she did hold respedf for her parents to a certain extent. Oe well her mother as she hadnt really been around her father before. Her mothers voice echoed in her mind, reminding her that she did have to be more cautious lest she be removed from the herd. Something that D'Anya couldn't handle, losing her first born that was considered a dishonorable doe. A sigh escaped her as she made her choice. Family was more important... she remained where she was, pretending to fiddle with a plant as she watched waiting to see who was near by.