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Featuring Amelia and Vridd Early Spring, Year 761 of the New Age Glenmore, Glenwood Vridd The weather was finally starting to warm after so long being cold and drab on the plains. little shoots of grass were starting push their way towards the life-giving sun. Indeed, spring was upon them, and vridd couldn’t be more apprehensious and excited about it. There was the warming of the weather, bringing spring rains and blooming flowers. She was helping that process along at this very moment, her hown pointed downwards as she aided the growth of a small ground-vine with little red flowers that smelled sweet. It was rather amazing, indeed, wa

Featuring Sorrel Mid Spring, Year 761 of the New Age Black Lake, Silverthrone It was a particularly cloudy day in spring of the current year, which just happened to be the eighth year anniversary of Sorrel's mother's death and the fifth year anniversary of his father's death. Not that the dark coated stag really knew how long it had been with the days and seasons almost blended together in his almost uneventful life. Sorrel had left his adoptive family around the end of winter when the snow had begun to melt, not that the cold was a problem with his fire magic, and just began randomly traveling. While Sorrel was a more shy and quiet creatu

Featuring Ratokaéon and Qupsick Dark Winter, Year 760 of the New Age Glenwood, Glenmore Qupsick Dark ​Qupsick was walking through the meadow, and came across a little pond and dipped his head down for a drink of water. It was late afternoon and the sun was brightening up the meadow, and all of the leaves that were still above the snow were blowing across the plains. Ratokaéon ​Ratokaéon weaved among the bodies that resided in Glenwood, snorting as he realized none of them were does he could collect for his harem. As the heat beat down on him he silently cursed his dark coat for attracting so much heat. Winter or

Featuring Vridd, Amelia, and Ratokaéon Early Winter, Year 760 of the New Age Glenmore, Glenwood Amelia It was just the beginning of winter in Glenwood and the Amelia, as usual, stayed on the edge of the herd in an attempt to stay unnoticed by the herd. Well most of it anyway, since there did happen to be one doe whom had happened to sneak through her defenses and stolen her heart. Nothing would actually make her day better than seeing Vridd and just the thought of the darker doe put a smile on her face. Amelia was slowly starting to adjust to the simple action of smiling, though she had not adjusted to the other of the things Vridd made

Featuring Panda and Ratokaéon Winter, Year 760 of the New Age Glenmore, Glenwood Panda Panda had spend her day in Glenwoods trying to find a spot to rest away from the rut as she lay down under a tree and look at the snow knowing it would malt away soon and spring would came around and she would see new fawns be born and may be she will be busy helping the mothers. Ratokaéon Ratokaéon was getting a bit desperate to have at least one doe that rut. So far every one of the stupid things had turned him down because they claimed to be spoken for or already carried a fawn when he approached them about it. Only one doe seemed semi o

Featuring Panda and Ratokaéon Winter, Year 760 of the New Age Glenmore, Glenwood Panda Panda travel in the Glenwoods looking out for herbs but she know it unlikely same would grow in the winter. She stop and made sure her bag of herbs she had was not open. She need to help her friend fawn but yet dislike the sire of the fawns. She flicked an ear and listen finding that the rut season was dying down she wend if all does where in fawn or if same had fans with them from last rut. Panda sigh. She would if her coat colour was right for a doe. "Silly me thinking that." She snroted but as she true her head same snow on a tree fall on her head

Featuring Ratokaéon and Elvira Winter, Year 760 of the New Age Glenmore, Edge of the Glenmore/Blackwood border Elvira Finally the snow had fallen in Glenmore. Covering the once green paradise in to a cold, shimmering blanket of white. The silvery doe was on a mission. Wanting nothing more than to create her own devices. She treaded lightly, silently, through the quiet forest. Her long nimble legs moving in formation and her mind set. Foxglove had been her target and she had been planning now for a while to create a charm of her own. She had just returned from a cave that held the the seeds of beautiful flowers, they were kept safe and