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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 6:01 pm
12-13-o6:
- Fell's babies have arrived! Seianna and Maysa! xD
12-o8-o6:
- Fell is having more babies! xD
1o-1o-o6:
- Thal redid Fell's pose! He is teh megahawtness! xD
1o-o5-o6:
- Artair is now Fell's biological son
- Danica is now part of Fell's harem
1o-o2-o6:
- Thread is started.
1o-o1-o6:
- Fell Lore is won!
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 6:02 pm
Name: Fell Lore
Rank: Lord of the Firebringer's Herd
Herd: Firebringer's Herd
Harem: Danica
Offspring: Artair
Acquired: RP Contest
Date: 1o-o1-o6
RPing color: Brown
Personality: The Lord himself was born with a gentle nature, with a thirst for knowledge and adventure. He is level-headed, and rarely gets mad, with a skill to keep calm in the most urgent of situations. Becoming Lord, however, has brought with it a mask of steely coldness and indifference, which he uses to shield his true feelings whenever necessary. He loves the world, and knows more about it than most, if not all, and his affinity with everything that surrounds him helps with making decisions for all. He often thinks in silence, while listening to all around him, taking it all in subconciously, and is not a deer of many words.
Relations: Ashlore [brother, deceased], Artair [offspring, Danica], Drystan [adoptive offspring, Dyani], Tegwen [adoptive offspring, Dyani], Seianna [offspring, Dyani], Maysa [offspring, Dyani]
Previous stages: Fell: Old Version
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 6:05 pm
Fell Lore was born within the Firebringer's herd, his bloodline trailing far back, a royal bloodline from the beginning. As a young calf, his mother had told him that there were stories circulating around him and his father, who was Lord of the Herd at the time, that they were descendants of the great Rannoch himself. Fell Lore had not liked it. He had disliked being treated as something special, disliked the fact that all the other fawns seemed to play with him more out of respect than for fun. The matter did not have proof - he had told them over and over again, that he may very well not be related in any way to the Firebringer, but none ever really listened, and life as it was continued in its own boring course.
When Fell Lore grew his first head of antlers and joined the Corps, his father had come often to get to know him and to teach him of the ways of being a Lord and an Outrider. Other Outriders too, came to school him and correct his faults. For a long time, his dream was to become an Outrider Captain, to serve directly under the Lord in such a glorified position. Gradually, though, his innate thirst for knowledge and adventure overpowered his desire to become an Outrider, and he left the herd near the end of his buckhood, to travel and gain knowledge of the outside world.
During his explorations, he managed to learn to read the body language of many other animals, and learned to appreciate and even love the wild call of the wolf at night, often revelling and wondering at the sadness that was this call. His love for the world grew, and his fear of it faded, until all that was unknown became rather friendly, and even his fear of many other things had disappeared. Even his fear of Man, it seemed was slowly dying, and he found himself wandering ever closer to their homes to graze.
He saw in Man the same as he saw in wolves. They were predators, but they in themselves were as harmless as the grass beneath his hooves. The only difference, though, between Man and wolf was the thought that Man hunted without great need, but simply for pleasure or for that which they called money. And it was this that kept him far away for many seasons, dodging them and watching them through the cover of night.
Fell Lore found, one day, that his eyes were a special gift from Herne. He could judge a creature's feelings, just by looking into its eyes and reading all that was to be said, and by reading its body language. His ears, too, became a powerful tool, as did his scent, and combined, he felt he could do anything. Because of this, he took it laying in the fields for long hours each day, listening and looking at all that went on around him, and in this way, he learned more in one short season than he had since he left the herd.
In the years that followed, it rather seemed as if the young stag had given up his dreams to become an Outrider to become a wanderer. He thought little of the herd and his mother for years, and it wasn't until that day he caught a glimpse of a hind in a meadow grazing that he found his thoughts slowly drifting back. He began to wonder. Wonder about his mother and father, his childhood playmates, and the Outriders that had coached him as a buck.
He stayed away from the herd for another summer. When he had grown a full head of twelve antlers, fine and strong from all his travels, he stopped fighting his thoughts of the herd and returned home. His mother had not forgotten him, and although his grown figure was alien to her eyes, it took her little time to recognize her runaway son. She was... overjoyed, to say the least, and although she had a very rambunctious pair of twins to care for, she found the time, each day, to force a story from Fell of his travels.
Fell quickly caught up with all he had learned and all that he needed to learn to become and Outrider, and did splendidly in the ranks. His father was still Lord, but it was obvious that he would not hold the rank for long. His antlers had long since fell back and it was only out of the undying respect the rest of the Outriders had for him that he had gone unchallenged for the position.
Fell did superbly as an Outrider, and swiftly ascended the ranks to become a Captain, as he had so often dreamed of as a young buck. It soon became obvious he was the boldest and the swiftest of all the Outriders, and he often found himself facing some of his fellow Outriders urging him to challenge his father for the position of Lord of the Herd. It was good for both of them, they repeated to him over and over again. It was for the good of everybody, and even his father thought so.
He managed to withstand the urges, despite protests and even more urging on the part of the Outriders, for one more Anlach, before he finally succumbed to their egging and challenged his father for the position of Lord. During Anlach, it seemed, all feelings of paternity or any other family connected disappeared, and both stags threw their all into the challenge. Although his father's antlers were old and weakened, the challenged Lord was a ferocious fighter, and gave Fell quite some trouble in defeating him. The younger stag did, in the end, given his youthful strength and stronger antlers.
Fell Lore was the new Lord.
Quote: “Man…” Fell Lore echoed, rising to his feet in a way only the Lord of the Herd may have done in a time of such utmost urgency, and regarded his Captain with a ferocious glint in his sharp amber eye. A cover up, the Captain knew, for in the Lord’s aquamarine right eye there was a look of pure terror. Terror, the Captain could see, for his herd. The does, the fawns, his Outriders. It was then that the Captain could see why all deer wanted to be Lord of the Herd, but it was also then that the Captain saw how much of a burden it would be.
“Bandon, hear me.” Fell Lore’s voice dragged the Captain back from fantasy, in which he had been lost in the blue worry of the Lord’s eyes, swirling to a dark pinpoint that held the burden of the years of his service as the Protector of the herd. “Take two of your swiftest runners with you to mark out our predicament. Head them off and lead them away if you must. We cannot risk panicking the does. Not when the fawns are yet so young.”
“And if they mean us harm, Lord?”
Fell Lore hesitated. “If they mean us harm, Bandon, throw back your head and bellow to Herne. Twice, and we will run.” The Captain nodded and disappeared. The Lord turned away, his heart heavy and his eyes two pools of worry. Why would the humans be here now? The questions ran through his head with merciless continuity. Fell Lore shook his proud head of antlers. They would be alright, he wanted to believe. Bandon would do his job.
Fell Lore turned to one of his Outriders, who stood half hidden in shadows. “Go and alert the Corps bucks. Prepare them for a run. Then alert the rest of the Outriders and bring them to the Home Oak. I will meet you there.”
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“Ashwen, Rayvin, come with me.” Bandon commanded. Every movement and every word radiated intensity and urgency as he crested the hill, and the two Outriders did not stop to question their Captain as he turned tail and broke into a lope. They took to running, their long strides eating up the ground as they mounted the hill to join Bandon. The two Outriders were the swiftest runners of the herd, and Bandon recognized their true potential. As he ran, the Captain found his mind drifting, perhaps as a defense to keep the worry away. His thoughts drifted to asking the Lord to form a Runners section to the Outriders, where the swifter stags like Ashwen and Rayvin, whose antlers had not developed to be the strongest, could scout.
Bandon brought himself and his two runners to the edges of the great forest, where they stopped and stood, hidden in the shadows, surveying the hill and the view that spread out before it, one of Bandon’s most loved placed in all the land. The Captain’s coat was a shade of the darkest blood bay, so dark it seemed black, and he melded in with the shadows perfectly. Ashwen and Rayvin stood stoically beside him, watching the horizon for the arrival of the unknown.
Voices jerked Bandon jarringly back to reality. The stag narrowed his eyes, every muscle in his body strained and taut, ready to run at the slightest mishap. The three stags watched. Gradually, they could see the tops of ruddy red heads cresting the hill in front of them, and breaking the skyline. Voices, high and shrill in ecstasy, floated toward the deer, followed by the reprimanding voices of the human hinds as they followed their offspring.
Bandon watched still, his eyes following every move of the humans without rest. Each of the human hinds carried a big angular object with a piece attached at the top, which they clung to. One of them laid out a big, thin piece of white material, which they all sat on, and proceeded to pull yet more from the angular objects they had brought. The smell of fire, and the sweet scent of fruit floated up to the three stags, as did the joyful cheering of the human calves. Bandon watched quietly. No human stags. No anterless deer. He relaxed.
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The sunlight lanced through the cover of trees, dappling Fell Lore’s coat with pinpricks of light that turned his coat a fiery russet that gleamed. His amber eye was hard with years of ruling the herd, but his blue eye was a frantic sea of fear. Fear for his herd. He regarded his Outriders gravely. They watched him, too, unaware of what was going on. The Lord had not told them. But they had no need to know. They trusted Fell Lore with their lives, and it would remain that way.
The sound of beating hooves broke the silence, and Ashwen appeared, his sides heaving. “Man.” He gasped through trying to regain his breath. Bandon had sent him running to the Lord, and run he had. Ashwen could feel the tension shooting through every one of his fellow Outriders, but he shook his head. “No hunters. Just some human hinds and calves. Eating.”
The gathered Outriders relaxed visibly, and Ashwen pointed to two other Outriders. “Altwyn and Corscul, Captain Bandon requested your arrival at the edge of the forest.” The two newly picked Outriders nodded and disappeared.
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Sharp whinnies and the ringing boom of Man’s weapons pierced the air. Bandon started, but he heard one of the human fawns reassure their frightened mothers, and the Captain realized it was only a hunt from far away. He snorted, and pawed the ground.
Then he heard something. The snap of a twig, and then… A human fawn gazed fearlessly at him. Bandon caught his breath. The rest of the party went to the child, and eventually, they all found the dim outlines of the Captain and Rayvin beside him. The stags stood still, regarding the humans with an air of regal-ness. He heard one of them whisper something in awe. His innate fear of humans drove him to run, but he stood rooted to the ground.
There was only the gentlest of rustles as Altwyn and Corscul appeared. Bandon gave them a nod, which they returned.
Then the air exploded with the deafening roar of Man’s metal sticks, and from far off, the baying of hunting hounds. The thuds of hooves sounded as three horses and their riders burst over the hill. The party that had been eating screamed, and the mothers herded their children away, huddling close together. In the chaos, Bandon heard on of the two-legged fawns scream out in protest, but the riders paid her no heed.
“Run!” Bandon bellowed to his Outriders. Rayvin, Altwyn and Corscul scattered, and Bandon threw himself into full view from the cover of the shadows. The fearlessness with which the stag did so took the humans by surprise, and the stag took their shock to his own advantage, and bounded past them. Within moments, he could hear the shouts of the three riders as their mounts charged down the hill after the stag, as he led them away from his Herd.
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Altwyn, Corscul and Rayvin regrouped together in the shadows. They could hear the gunshots and the baying of the hounds in the distance. There was no need for them to ask for the whereabouts of their Captain. Each knew Bandon all too well. He was headstrong and stubborn to the point of foolishness, but his courage came in no small supply.
Rayvin hung his head, shaking his antlers. “We thought it would be alright.” He said simply, staring over his shoulder to the receding light, where he had last seen his beloved Captain.
Corscul knocked his proud antlers against Rayvin’s. “Do not despair, Rayvin. We have one more thing to do for Captain Bandon.” Rayvin lifted his head, puzzled. “We must tell the Lord.”
Altwyn, his usual silent self, said little as he hung behind the two, almost like a shadowed ghost. An unearthly silence fell between the trio, until the burly figure broke it. “Come.” He said simply, and disappeared farther into the shadows, followed by the other two stags.
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Every red deer in the herd had herd the maddened bellows of Captain Bandon, a deer well loved throughout the herd, be it as a father, as a leader of a harem, or just as the fatherly figure he was to all. The fawns paused in their play as the bellows rent the air, and the Corps bucks stopped their patrol to look up worriedly.
Fell Lore paced about in front of his gathered Outriders, just waiting anxiously for the second bellow. But it never came. The Lord looked to the sky, eyeing the fiery ball that was the sun. “O mighty Herne…” He said softly, although all present could see his lips moving in a barely audible plea to Herne. “Keep us safe.”
At the ringing sound of gunshots, the Lord almost despaired. He waited on that last bellow, the one that would tell them to move out. But there was none. “Bandon…” Fell Lore breathed, hoping for hope that his Captain would emerge from the fray alright. There was a tension that pulled taut around the Home Oak, as all the stags raised their heads to the sky, watching. And waiting.
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He could hear the dogs behind him, his breathing labored as he ran on. The thud of hooves had long since receded into the distance as the riders and their horses struggled to keep up to the stag. For a while, even the dogs had begun to fall behind, but they had caught him up again, and he was fast running out of energy to outrun them.
And then it happened.
Bandon felt the sharp pain as a dog sunk its teeth into his hindquarters. The stag bellowed and bucked, his hooves hitting the dog square in the stomach. It yelped in surprise, and fell to the ground. Now the Captain whirled to face the onslaught of hounds. They ran up to him, baying into his face. He swept in antlers in a wide arc around him. He lunged forward, his brow tines ripping into a dog’s ear as it howled and leapt back, unaware of the blood that dripped from its severed ear. The stag swung his antlers once more, and the dogs backed off, but gradually, they pressed him back against a tree, keeping him tightly cornered.
The three riders rode up, and reined in their horses sharply. The dogs scattered, and Bandon alone faced the foremost rider. The stag plunged forward toward the horse. The man yelled and tossed his metal stick as his horse rose to meet the stag, almost unseating the Man, who flung himself against his dark horse’s neck. The stag shoved at the horse’s chest, unbalancing the animal. The horse screamed as it toppled over backward, colliding with a sickening thud onto his rider.
The two others backed their horses up a few paces. Both held their guns level with the stag, which now faced the hounds once more. Bandon’s antlers swung against one dog, throwing him back and hurling another against a tree. The dogs scattered toward the horses, their tails tucked between their legs as they whimpered and whined frantically. Caught up in the moment, the Captain swung about to face them again blinding. There was a flash. A roar filled his ears, rushing toward him, and then unimaginable pain as something struck deep into his flesh and lodged against his heart. Bandon staggered, staring at the Man’s gun, still uplifted, in surprise. He threw back his head, and let loose a bellow so strident and thunderous it seemed to rip the air in two. And then, with one final, maddened swipe at the air, the noble stag pitched forward and fell to his knees, his antler plowing into the earth as he lowered his head, and everything plunged into nothingness.
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Rayvin barked out in anguish as the sound of his Captain’s dying bellow faded and lingered on the air, a ghost of what it had been. His ears rang in the echo of the sound, and his legs felt weak. Rayvin had met Captain Bandon as a young buck just entering the Corps. The Captain had been like a father to him, mentoring him in the ways of the Herd, and slowly preparing him for his ascension to being an Outrider. Although the Captain was too impartial to show it, the young stag always had a nagging feeling that the Captain had singled him out as his favorite, and devoted more time to teaching Rayvin than the others.
Corscul shook his head in disbelief. Rayvin caught the older stag’s eyes, his expression resolute. “Come, Corscul. Pull yourself together. We must do what the Captain would have wanted us to do.” Corscul nodded, looking into Rayvin’s eyes with the same hardness and defiance.
Altwyn spoke up, blessing the trio with more of his few words. “The Captain died doing what he did best – protecting the herd.” He said, and turned away, his surly figure like a guide to the two younger stags behind him.
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Fell Lore moaned in despair as the sound of Bandon’s much loved bellow reached his ears and echoed around the Home Oak. “Bandon…” He yelled at the sky. “O Herne, forgive my foolishness. I should never have sent them out there.” He said in anguish, more to himself than anybody as he leaned his mighty antlers against a tree trunk. His closed his eyes, feeling the grief of losing his most trusted and most merited Captain flowing through him in the awful realization of what he had done. Captain Bandon was dead.
“Look!” The cry jolted the Lord from his overwhelming sadness at the appearance of the three Outriders that had accompanied Captain Bandon. Hope welled in his eyes, his amber one devoid of the hard cover it usually bore, at the sight of Altwyn followed closely by Rayvin and Corscul. He drew himself together as much as he could, and faced the three stags at they approached.
Even as they drew near, Fell Lore could see something was wrong. Every step they took was somber and grave, and the way their heads hung low toward the ground was an unmistakable sign of sadness. “What of Captain Bandon?” Fell Lore’s whisper rang out harsh and dry in the silence that had enveloped the Home Oak. Even before any of the stags looked up at him, he knew the answer. The Captain was dead.
Of the three Outriders, Altwyn seemed to be most together, but it was Corscul who spoke up. He lifted his head, as did Rayvin, and stared back reverently at the Lord. There was the barely visible shake of his head, trembling and forced. Fell Lore’s eyes widened in horror as the truth hit him once more, for the third him, and this time, he let out a bellow of agony, so much the same as Bandon’s that many of the does in the meadows below looked up, in hopes that the widely presumed death of the Captain, even though they had no idea of what, had only been in their imagination.
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Two young does emerged from the cover of the trees. They were twins, down to the black muzzles and tan ears. Banra and Donna were their names, twins who had been born to one of Bandon’s harem before his tragic death in the sparse woodland below and had been named for their father. They stared respectfully out over the land in silence, feeling a calm spread over them that was so fragile it seemed it could break at any small movement.
The twins had inherited their father’s sturdy build and stubborn nature, and despite having never met the stag, both felt an intimate bond with the spirit of their father. The twins surveyed the land quietly, their thoughts flashing back to the day so long ago, when they had heard the heart wrenching cry of a stag far away in the distance, and they had known then that it had been their father.
Banra first broke the silence unwillingly. “It is a shame our father died in such a way.” She said softly. She knew her father’s death had not been in vain. She was sure neither would be alive if their father had not sacrificed himself for the safety of the Herd. Neither of the does would have survived a stampede.
“Yes, and yet there is nothing in memory of him.” Donna said, her sugarsweet voice floating like honey into the air. “Bandon.” She whispered. The name filled her mouth as if refusing to leave. “We must do something, Banra.” Donna’s twin sister nodded gently. “This.” Donna said. “This is Bandon Hill.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 6:05 pm
Iko. Huh. Rather spunky. Cute.
Waoki. Wow... a nephew... rolleyes
Frosthelm. Heehee, Frosty xDD
Winona. -flirt flirt- Am I really supposed to be doing that? o.o
Quinlan. Whaaaat...
Tergen. Somewhat of a pushover when it comes to Aline (who could easily be his mate by the way she acts around him), but he's a hardworking young buck and more often than not deserves the highest praise.
Aline. She can be rather bossy, but when it comes down to it, she's a real sweet thing.
Danica. Uh huh, real nice hind. Brave too. She has one of Fell's kids, right? -has yet to meet Artair-
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 6:07 pm
Roleplaying: Very open for PM. Drop me a PM wink
Harem: Danica [Artair], Dyani [Drystan, Tegwen]
Interests: You can't say he doesn't care, but he has a lot to think of, and really, he doesn't have much time for specific interests. Of course, who knows? Maybe Winona? Although, maybe not. Wouldn't that be weird, having one of Ashlore's harem in his own?
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 6:08 pm
All banners (c) MoonRazor
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 3:23 pm
October 2nd, 2oo6:
Fell and Aline meet Dyanai in the meadow
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 12:17 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 12:18 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 9:28 am
March 29th, 2oo7:
Fell wins challenge at Anlach.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:47 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 12:50 am
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