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november 3rd, 2007. sergie and drystan made a baby. <3 ;D

january 25th, 2007. got out of school due to oodles of snow, so i decided to finally lump together all my journals. :3

when i got who --

tegwen. october 11th, 2006.
lailoken. november 3rd, 2006.
knarl. november 14th, 2006.
snuff.
aderyn. december 23rd, 2006.
sergie. january 24th, 2007.
stormtail. november 24th, 2007.

History:
It wouldn't be fair to say Tegwen had been dealt a short hand in life. Nor would it be fair to say she was dealt the winning hand. It was more like she was handed a two pair. Beats a pair and a high card, the two dirt cheap ways of winning, but is beaten by everything else on the table. Her life had been much like a two pair. She was an orphan, her beloved mother and father just disappearing one day. In that sense, she was below many other fawns out there. However, she was given quite a gift from Herne in the form of a twin sister, and in that respect, she was above other orphans out there in the Great Land.

Born different from the rest of that year's fawns, she learned what it was like to feel alone quite early in life. Even though in her family she was not looked upon as odd, the rest of the herd couldn't help but gossip about those new twins Aythen had birthed, you know, that white one and that black one? And when her mother had left one night, never to return, there was just a bit more spice added to the talk that had already been circulating. Not only were they different, now they were orphans! And the way Tegwen tended to keep to herself didn't help much, for it's almost unnatural, the hinds would say, for a young deer to not romp with her peers.

Another gift came to her in the form of a spacey hind, who she quickly bonded with and was taken in. Dyani now serves as their adoptive mother, though Tegwen refuses to call her 'momma'. The word, to her, has an underlay of betrayal and abandonment. She does, however, love the hind like a parent, and was quite happy to be a sort of daughter to her.

Now, she has grown a bit apart from this mesh of family life has thrown together for her. An attatchment to Drystan is still there, of course. After meeting up with a stag named Finley, however, she's had seeds of leaving planted in her mind, and often spends long periods of time considering what would happen if she did.

Friends, Family & Foes:
KEY -- Name. Relation. Thoughts.

Drystan. Twin Sister. She can be annoying sometimes, but I'd be dead without her. I wonder if she knows how important she is to me?
Dyani. Adopted Mother. She's an odd one, that's for sure. But then again... aren't I odd, as well? Maybe we fit together; Drys, Dyani and I; like a puzzle?
Keir. Aquaintence. He's a nice calf, I think. Sure would like to meet him again.
Lailoken. Teacher. I like talking to him before Larn when he's grazing. He's kinda crazy, but kinda fun for an old guy.
Pride. Aquaintence. Big guy. Really pretty.
Hitanie. Aquaintence. One of the hinds I talk do during those long, lazy days. She comes off strong at first, but she's nice to me.
Artair. Brotherish. He's awfully goofy, but I like it. Maybe he can be the big brother I always wanted...
Finley. Friend. He's white! I can't believe I've found soemone who really understands what being white means...

History:
Lailoken's tale is a long one, for the old stag has seen many a year in his life. I will begin when he grew to a Corps buck, for that is when the most significant events begin to start. He was, like any other buck his age, an average fighter with a mind made only to protect. He accepted his Outrider captian as a trainer with great respect and pride, as would any Corps. At that age, he had only a mild interest in the Lore, having a slight friendship with the storyteller. Little did he know what he would do with his life several years into the future.

When the time came for him to rank as an Outrider, Lailoken swelled with pride. He served his Lord well, and started a friendship with the most important stag in the current herd, who was then nothing more than an eager Corps buck. When they were both Outriders, Fell Lore and Lailoken found it easy to talk to eachother, and shared many a conversation when they weren't on gaurd. By this time, the stag had developed more of an interest in the old stories and the lore, spending as much time as he could talking with the storyteller if his post was close enough.

When the great stag was in his prime, he had himself a hind that he thought would be in his harem until they both died of old age. Her name was Featherlite, and she had quickly stole the affections of the Outrider and he hers. They shared several years together, and she stood with him every one of him. Life was good for Lailoken at that point. He had a goodly sized harem, a dear friend to talk to, and a favorite hind to be with forever. And that's what hardened the stag when that fateful day had come.

Before her death, Featherlite was the only deer who knew of Lailoken's love for the stories and Lore. She had often suggested that he chase his dreams and start learning from the current storyteller before he chose a deer he saw fit to carry on the tradition. He had shot the idea down, saying that being an Outrider was the greatest honor he could ever have. Featherlite had been grazing on that tragic day, just like any other, moving slowly about the herd. She had strayed to the stream, away from the group, to take a drink. A fox was her company, and for a while they both drank peacefully, as Featherlite had now calf with her, and foxes know well of their dangerous hooves. However, the carnivore was stricken with hunger pains and had other mouths to feed. He had two vixens that year, each with a full litter of kits, and he was to provide for them. Most unfortunatley for both of the stream's visitors that day, he got it in his mind he could ambush the hind.

The fox died a quick death by blow to the head. Before he went down, however, he scratched Featherlite up a bit, and bit a severely deep wound into her back leg. For several days, she limped about the herd with Lailoken at her side almost constantly. The wound never healed. Gangrene had set in to the hind's leg, and she was dying. Just before the end, she smiled up at her stag and whispered to him to chase his dreams and never let anything stop him from being happy.

After his death, Lailoken became very bitter. Even his friend, who was now an Outrider Captain, could not console him. His harem was disbanded, and he did not partake in the next Anlach. It took him a good year to realize he was destroying himself. He slowly healed emotionally and mentally from the loss over the next year, and then worked up the courage to approach the then very old storyteller.

By the time he was done with his training under the old stag, Lailoken had also aged, his royal rack beginning to grow back. When the old storyteller had died, he took his place and began teaching the fawns every Larn. Once again, Lailoken had found a way to love his life. When his friend became Lord of the Herd, he began teaching something of his life as well, and how he had been an amazing Corps buck, and had gone on to become an amazing Outrider Captain.

He has healed from his great setback in life now, and is even able to bring up the topic in conversation. However, he has yet to take another harem since that day. He instead throws his life in to teaching other stag's kin, though yearns for his own.

Friends, Family & Foes:
KEY -- Name. Relation. Thoughts.

Fell Lore. Friend. An old friend indeed. I still enjoy his company, and I remember fondly when we served together as Outriders for the herd..
Valebrook. Aquaintence. Possibley the only buck to escape one of Lust's traps, but who am I to know? He's a good buck, and will rise to be a great Outrider. That is, if that leg doesn't hold him back...
Tegwen. Audiance. She's different from the other fawns of her crop, and it's almost disturbing. She's an interesting conversation, though.
Tetyana. Friend. A very enthusiastic hind, and quite sweet. I enjoy her company.

History:
In life, Knarl was of the usual Sgorrla ranks. He was a skittish creature, though he easily lived the life of a herd deer. Of course, he would have been far more skittish if he had been born before the time of Sgorr. Anywo, he was a strong stag, proud and true to his leader. It had never occurred to him to abandon the herd, even though they were going to battle.

On the eve of the famous battle, Knarl, along with several other Sgorrla, was posted on the boundries of the great herd that had assembled. The stags were spread far apart, keeping their posts through the day and into the afternoon. He stood diligently, investigating ever sound or rustle. It was a while before a threat came along, and it wasn't even the threat he was suposed to be watching for. Sgorr had set him ther to watch for deer, but a far worse creature was headed the Sgorrla's way. By th time Knarl had nosed the pack, it was too late to call for help.

Starved by the sudden merging of herds, the small wolf pack were hardley careful with the attack. With a blood lust in their eyes, they ran as fast as they good on their fatigued muscles after the lone stag, who flew in response. With his heart pounding, Knarl ran his heart out, not even stopping to call out the alarm. He ran for a full day, his exuahstion and pain blinded by the extreme fright he was deep in, only stopping once for a drink and small rest. Amazingly, the hungry pack stayed on his trail, waiting for him to trip or slip up. They finally merged near the great land's edge, where the sea salt can be nosed on the air. Knarl stumbled tiredly about the grasses, dilerious in his fear and extreme fatigue. It wasn't long before the pack came upon him, mimbling something about 'coward' and 'deserter'. They quickly put him out of his misery.

Now that he has been cursed to the mountain with the Fallen herd, Knarl is bitter and a loner. He broods over his passed frequently, angry with himself for deserting a post and being such a coward. He is haunted by the constant howl of the wolf pack that hunted him those two days.

Friends, Family & Foes:
KEY -- Name. Relation. Thoughts.

Family is something Knarl cannot remember and does not wish to know of. Friends are something that the Fallen in general avoid, though there are sometimes conversational buddies, if you want to think of it that way. The deer listed here are neither friend nor foe, but they are deer who Knarl will speak with.

History:
Comming... eventually.

Friends, Family & Foes:
KEY -- Name. Relation. Thoughts.

Urd. Daughter. She's a pain in the hide sometimes, but I love her more than she'll ever understand. Even when she's break dancing. :3.
Sesilida. Friend. If anyone in this crazy herd is my friend, it's her. Even if she doesn't know what I look like. ;P

History:
Comming... eventually.

Friends, Family & Foes:
KEY -- Name. Relation. Thoughts.

Drystan. Friend?. She's an interesting doe. I'm glad she stumbled along my post... Hopefully she'll visit me often..

History:
Comming... eventually.

Friends, Family & Foes:
KEY -- Name. Relation. Thoughts.

Drystan. Mom.
Sergie. Dad.