Featuring: Grimnir Mentions: NPC’s Y770, Spring Blackwood, On the way to Ragnar’s den ____________________________________________________________________________ It was quiet in the mother’s wood’s, a dark scrawny colt was stumbling after what he assumed was his mother, his back hooves dragging slightly in the dirt. The young fawn looked like his wouldn’t make it in the wood of the mother but the doe appeared to be determined to help him survive, something he was unaware of as well. It took about an hour until the two approached a rather, ominous, den where a bunch of older colt’s and a rather large stag stood. While the sickly colt was unaware of the disgusted look upon the large stag’s face, it did not go over the doe’s head what so ever. “No,” was the simple sneer that came from the bulky Blackwood as the other colt’s eyed the sickly one with distaste. One of the other colt’s seemed to sneer in amusement as he began to stand over the youngest colt, ignoring how the doe gave him
Visage of Magic x Harlequin’s Treasured Jigsaw _ Jigsaw stepped towards the fencing of his pasture when he noticed the strange trailer coming towards the stable’s near by. The other fawnling’s near by were also approaching the fencing except San’s and a few of the less social one’s. His ears were flexed forward, straining to hear since he couldn’t see so clearly. Out stepped a fawnling shaped creature, being led towards the barn to be sorted out. He was confused as he didn’t hear anything about a fawnling being brought in, if Treasure was suppose to return, the nightmare’s would surely let them know about that happening. “Good luck,” a voice teased from the tree’s near his pasture, this caused him to spot the glowing orbs hovering near by, the sign that one of those insane equine’s was lurking about. The glowing eyes that could barely be made out were directed at him, this unsettled him as he was unsure of why the sharp toothed ravenous creature was wishing him such a thing. Before
Bluebloods Imperial Treasure x Bedroom Eyes Autumn ________ It was nighttime when the light coated stag was led leisurely from the trailer to a pasture that was just as unfamiliar as the grounds he arrived at. He wasn’t afraid but he was unsure of why he was here, worried that his two legged family had decided they didn’t want him. Although that wasn’t the case, something his stall mate had reassured him before he was taken to the trailer. He would be staying at this new facility for a couple of days. As an unaltered stag, he knew what his job outside of showing was. Producing more fawns, just like his sire and the other stag’s he both gets along with and doesn’t. He was fed after he settled in, given a sheet since it was a little cold. Cool enough that it could potentially cause his coat to grow longer than they wanted. His two legged creatures had no worries about him with one out in a pasture as the stag wasn’t one to somehow get entangled in it or get it caught on anything. It