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To Be Like Her
Year 768 of the New Age, Spring
Featuring Felina and Eleanor
Edges of the Silverwood, Silverthorne

The rain fell softly in sheets upon the pair of does. One stood tall and proud, her long russet curls plastered against her muscular shoulders and sides, her vibrant blue eyes fixed on the roan hind across from her who panted with wide eyes. The caramel colored scout’s choppy curls were pressed against the slender crest of her nest as she gazed at her mother, her sides heaving from exertion.
“Again.” Came the ever gentle voice, so steady even in the rain that fell so stubbornly around them. Eleanor stared at her mother with a pride and confusion that couldn’t quite be put to words. The creamy perolino doe began to sizzle, steam rising from her as small flames danced around her whole body to form a protective shield from the rain. Eleanor hesitated as she stared down her mother, a Herd member who  could better control her flames than most soldi
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Literature
Don't Give Up
Year 766 of the New Age, Fall
Featuring Eleanor
Riverbend, Silverthorne

Her body ached and screamed but she would not bow. The Colonel watched the recruits, scowling angrily at her. The bull wanted her to break. Scarred, muscular, the chestnut stag watched her every move with utter disapproval. Hidden beneath a fine layer of dust was her speckled hide, marking her as a daughter of the General Ruibh. Normally her wild mane would be flowing in every directions, curls springing about every direction- but now it was plastered to her neck in heavy damp ringlets. Sweat lathered at her sides as the young doe panted. Ellie couldn’t give up. The look on her creamy colored mother’s face was still etched in her memory. It was a mixture of pride and of worry. Blue eyes had glimmered with love despite it, and her mother’s words echoed in her mind now, “You are the flame that lights my heart, little Ellie. Go and follow you dreams, no matter what you do I will love you
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Literature
Burn it Away
Year 765 of the New Age, Spring
Featuring Rhasslairiel
Winterflame, Silverthorne

It was her duty to tend the flames, to wait patiently in the shadows and watch the herd members as they moved to pay their respects, to bask in the flames in honor of their goddess. She studied hard, listening to the lectures of the most experienced Firebringers and Fireseers. The grullo quietly moved amongst the herd members, watching everything. Mothers whispered to fawns, urging them to listen to the best Firebringing stags. Soldiers prayed piously. Healers murmured to one another about the coming year’s herbs and what had grown, what had not. The Firedancers were scarce in such a sacred place, but they moved like liquid flames themselves, weaving in and out of the bursts of light in the shadow of the darkness. Rhasslairiel’s sharp brown eyes took in everything and missed nothing.  
Above them shone the inky black of Luan. The shining stars whispered the promise of light to come,
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Literature
Only a Blackwood Could Love Her
Year 761 of the New Age, Fall
Featuring Rhasslairiel
Silver Vale, Silverthorne

All around her the sounds of rut echoed in her ears. Her mother’s words echoed in her mind. ”Do not come home if you do not find a stag willing to take you. If you cannot fulfill your role as a mother to this herd, then you will go to the Winter Flame and at least be of use to the herd in that way. The icy look that had danced across the pretty doe’s features left the grullo aching in ways she couldn’t explain. Why did no stag notice her? Was Rhasslairiel too young, too awkward? Darkling or not, her manners were impeccable! Surely the stags would notice such attention to detail- she would make a good, strong mother. Quietly the hind moved amongst the throngs of fawnlings. Great blazes illuminated the Vale as stags showed their prowess, the sounds of their racks locking and the bellows filled her young ears. Does giggled and smiled, batting eyelashes. The lightest does ha
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Literature
Mother Knows Best
“Rhasslairiel.” The name was spoken cuttingly, her mother casting her a cool look over one slender and light shoulder. Hurrying to prance after the beautiful doe, the mud colored hind ducked her head as she glanced at the patrol leaving. Mother had said her father was the tawny stag with the thick ruff of a lion around his neck, with feathers dangling against his chest. He didn’t even spare them a glance. “You are a daughter of Grian- do not gawk like an uncivilized fool after our soldiers.” Snipped the pretty mother, her stare upon her ugly daughter like ice. Abashed Rhasslairiel tucked her nose to her chest, putting her head into the position her mother exhibited no matter the time. Her eyes glanced towards the dirt. She just wanted to see her father.. Always the words of praise were spoken of him. He was brave. He was strong. A good soldier. A promising fire wielder. Light of coat- he always produced strong fawns.
So why hadn’t he wanted her? Wasn
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Literature
Shrooms, Sunsets and Sweet Nothings
Featuring Tafari and Fern
Autumn, Year 765 of the New Age
Between the Silverwood and Ridgeback Range, Silverthorne
Tafari:
Rut was in full swing again. With it came much more work for Tafari. The tawny General had been leading many patrols lately, scouring the lands to ensure that no Blackwoods dared attempt to sneak in. Yet, he still managed to squeeze a little time for rut business in. He had his darling Rabbit, though she wouldn't be participating this year. They already had two beautiful girls. Then, Glin had rejoined him for the year. That left three spaces, though Tafari had plans for one. Soon he would ask Avrae if she wished to join him permanently. It would be up to her if they had a fawn or not.
The tawny General shook his head. He was on his way to make a roundabout visit to Fern. He shouldn't be thinking about rut things when he was about to see her.. He already longed for her and it didn't help that she would certainly deny him. Tafari had just finished patrolling w
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Literature
To Love is to Give
Featuring Rhinestone and Felina
Summer, Year 764 of the New Age
Silverwood, Silverthorne:

Felina
It had taken several days of careful planning- but finally things were falling into place. Her mane had been painstakingly braided into an intricate design with beautiful summer blooms placed carefully along the slender crest of her neck, holding each braid just so. It had been a pleasant surprise to see Ellie, and Arrietti, accomplish this feat. Apparently her speckled wild child paid more attention than even her mother knew. Looking around her glade, ears pricked for any give of her mate’s approach. Today would be a day for him- he’d been working so hard. The loss of Kindle had rocked the herd to its core. With his other fawns to tend to on top of his duties as a firebringer, Rhinestone was up to his eyes in stress it seemed. And sometimes even the perolino forgot how much he tried to do for she and her fawns- even the ones that weren’t his.
It had been a g
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Year 768 of the New Age, Spring
Featuring Felina and Eleanor
Edges of the Silverwood, Silverthorne


The rain fell softly in sheets upon the pair of does. One stood tall and proud, her long russet curls plastered against her muscular shoulders and sides, her vibrant blue eyes fixed on the roan hind across from her who panted with wide eyes. The caramel colored scout’s choppy curls were pressed against the slender crest of her nest as she gazed at her mother, her sides heaving from exertion.

“Again.” Came the ever gentle voice, so steady even in the rain that fell so stubbornly around them. Eleanor stared at her mother with a pride and confusion that couldn’t quite be put to words. The creamy perolino doe began to sizzle, steam rising from her as small flames danced around her whole body to form a protective shield from the rain. Eleanor hesitated as she stared down her mother, a Herd member who  could better control her flames than most soldiers could. Her kind spirited, ever perfect mother.

WHOOSH!

The roan speckled hind found herself knocked on her rump as jet of flame hurtled at her chest.  A groan escaped her muzzle as the hind tried to find her hooves- her mother rushed her and head butted her squarely back down. Felina watched her daughter skid in the mud and felt a tingle in the back of her mind of fear. What if this was not her sparring with her daughter but a warrior of Skoll’s size? Of Hagen’s prowess with magic? The perolino would not let her daughter march blindly into the frays of battle- soldier or no soldier, some lessons were best taught by a mother to their daughter. Ellie clambered to her hooves and forced herself forward as fast as she could, her ears pinned in frustration, aiming to knock her head into her mother’s chest.

Sliding a half step out of the way, the creamy speckled hip bumped into her daughter’s still unfilled frame.  She heard the click of her hooves as her legs tangled, Ellie scrambled to keep her footing and whipped around only for another burst of flames to erupt into her muzzle. Shaking her head and the steam she panted softly. How was this possible?

“How is it not?”

Ellie winced as she paused, realizing she had spoken aloud. The doe in her prime gracefully tucked her nose, a small look of great wisdom crossing her face, blue eyes seeming older than the dirt beneath their hooves, the souls that flitted above.

“How.. How could you possibly be able to do all of this- you’re just a herd member!” Her daughter’s ungraceful words were blurted, a reminder of the lady she would likely never be.

Circling the hind, the mother watched her daughter and smiled a soft, secret smile. “My dear, there are secrets we all live with. No one should be underestimated- hidden strengths run deep.”

Then her smile disappeared.

“But it is a doe’s job to live for her herd. To provide sons and daughters, to be grateful to our gods and pray. Does shoulder a heavy burden, we teach the young the ways, we watch over our stags and nurse their wounds and share their love with others, we have duties no stag could begin to understand. You are a daughter of a General, Eleanor. You do not have anything to prove in the eyes of this herd- do you wish to fight for the herd or is it for yourself?”

Blinking warm chocolate eyes, the daughter squared her shoulders and stared at her mother. What was it her mother meant to share with her?

“I fight for both- just as I live for both!” Insisted the youngster while her mother nodded sagely, flames consuming her body as she gently blew them towards her daughter. Ellie reached out with her own magic and to her utter surprise found the flames to be changing shapes under her command. Sloppy lions lurched from her mother’s flames under her will.

“Then I will warn you, you will face enemies who want to hurt you. To watch your blood bleed out into the ground. You will face enemies who want to save you from the herd you love. And no matter what life you decide to live I will love you as I always have. The path ahead has many twists and turns..” Looking at the shapes of the flames, Felina smiled at her daughter, her beloved Ellie who was the joy in this world.

“My path is that of a soldier, Mother. No enemy scares me and I will fight all of them!” Insisted the youngster stubbornly.

“Remember there is no shame in fear my dear daughter. Not all fights are borne of blows. You’ll learn one day.”

And in that moment, Felina knew. She knew her daughter had the heart to be stronger than ever she had been. That her Eleanor would have a love of blazing fierceness, but the challenges she would face would break her heart. Because Felina knew her daughter had her heart and she had her father’s lineage- Eleanor would walk a path that would lead her to places no doe ought to go alone.

Yet Ellie watched her mother and wondered who she was truly. Hoped that she could fill those hoofprints in her mother’s wake.
To Be Like Her
Year 768 of the New Age, Spring
Featuring Felina nightxfel.deviantart.com/art/F… and Eleanor nightxfel.deviantart.com/art/E…
Edge of the Silverwood, Silverthorne


A little mother daughter training session <3 
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Take a moment
And appreciate the little things

A little doodle from an upcoming rp from the handsome Samael nightxfel.deviantart.com/art/S… and our beloved Nightshade nightxfel.deviantart.com/art/N…

So excited to see more of these two! They're so much fun. Huge shoutout to Rory for his amazing art pieces and literary work! Sam is just such a doll and so friendly. He's a lovely handsome big guy, full blooded Blackwood or no- he definitely deserves all of the appreciation for his character and development  <3 
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Girls Rule
Year 767, Summer
Featuring Keahi nightxfel.deviantart.com/art/K… and Eleanor nightxfel.deviantart.com/art/E…
SilverVale, Silverthorne


Boys drool.. over us 
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Year 766 of the New Age, Fall
Featuring Eleanor
Riverbend, Silverthorne


Her body ached and screamed but she would not bow. The Colonel watched the recruits, scowling angrily at her. The bull wanted her to break. Scarred, muscular, the chestnut stag watched her every move with utter disapproval. Hidden beneath a fine layer of dust was her speckled hide, marking her as a daughter of the General Ruibh. Normally her wild mane would be flowing in every directions, curls springing about every direction- but now it was plastered to her neck in heavy damp ringlets. Sweat lathered at her sides as the young doe panted. Ellie couldn’t give up. The look on her creamy colored mother’s face was still etched in her memory. It was a mixture of pride and of worry. Blue eyes had glimmered with love despite it, and her mother’s words echoed in her mind now, “You are the flame that lights my heart, little Ellie. Go and follow you dreams, no matter what you do I will love you and be proud of you.”
Never had the dunskin roan been pushed so hard. First they had awoken at dawn and began running, then they began to push with all of their might against one another. Orders were barked and the weak were sent to cool down and lay beneath the large oak trees. Now her muscles felt like boulders too heavy to move, her body ached like a tree twisting in a storm- but Ellie stared at the old bull in defiance. He barked orders again, “You! Hind!” He snorted, trotting over as she stood up, watching his approach. He shook his head, scowling at her. “Are you ready to give up on this silly fantasy of yours yet?”
“No, sir!” Came the reply as the fierce ember gaze locked up on the much larger fawnling. Ellie would not be a quitter!
“Lets see what you can do with your magic then. You’ll be of no use if you can’t pull your weight, filly!” Ordered the fiery chestnut stag.
It had been a year as a recruit, but every day their training grew more intensive as time passed and the time drew nearer for their recruits to become scouts, or even soldiers in some of the cases. Nodding bravely, the speckled filly turned to the dry plains and took a deep, steadying breath. Her body ached and she was exhausted, but still the young doe began to call upon her inner flame as her mother had always taught her, as her father had taught her.
It began as scorch marks drawing heat from the ground, swirling as they singed the earth dry. Flickers of flame appeared before disappearing without a medium to hold them to the earth. Ellie’s eyes sought anything that might be ignitable. A dry, dead shrub caught her eye and flames sprang to life as she watched it. She heard the bull behind her growl faintly as she let her flames going, watching the burning shrub. Her exhaustion was crippling. Turning to face the Colonel, the roan was surprised to see he was starting to smile only slightly. “Very good, recruit. That’s enough for one day. Go rest. Tomorrow we work on your sparring.” He ordered as she approached, nodding his head before glancing to the rest of the recruits. “The rest of you lot- start running!” He bellowed. Blinking wide brown eyes she gazed at the Colonel, a stag she thought had been named Aragog. “Thank you, sir!” Her response was trained as she began to trudge towards the shade and safety of an oak tree. A place to rest finally.
She didn’t fully register being beneath the truth, but soon enough there was soft grass cushioning her heaving, damp sides. The smell of rut was heavy in the air but the daughter of Felina had no interest in being a mother yet- she was barely old enough to be away from her own mother! The young stags and officers were strutting about, tossing their heads impatiently. Watching the other recruits it was hard not to feel their gazes locking on her. She was old enough to partake, but she was also one of the few, if not the only female recruit present in this unit. As her body felt sticky with sweat but began to cool in the shade, Eleanor watched a young stag trot up to her, a grin on his face. “You’re Eleanor right?” asked the strawberry dun, tilting his head to one side. He smelled like sweat and dust too, he must have just finished training. “I prefer Ellie.” She nodded. “And you are?”
“Mickey, you can call me Mick! Mind if I lay a spell?” The goofy, awkwardly lanky young stag grinned. “Go for it.” Ellie chuckled, his excitement and goofy delight obvious. “You know, everyone’s saying you’re a general’s daughter.” The speckled recruit laughed, “They’re right, I am.” The ruddy red recruit grinned triumphantly, “I’m not!”
Laughter escaped her as she glanced at the other recruit as he collapsed ungracefully into a heap next to her. “Are you gonna be a scout?”
“I wanna be a fully fledged soldier. What about you?” A smile spread across her whole face.
“Colonel seems to think that’s what I’m meant to be- a scout.” Grinned Mick before ducking his head as though in cahoots, “You know, if anyone gives you any trouble- they shouldn’t. You’ve worked just as hard as the rest of us.” He frowned.
“You shouldn’t worry about me.  I’m gonna be just fine and so are you!” Laughed Ellie, grinning.
“You’re alright , you know that, for a hind?” Mick laughed and Ellie watched this new recruit and thought to herself that he would make a dandy scout when he grew up a bit. And for now? He’d make a good friend too, she was certain. Snorting to herself, the filly let out a little fire filled sneeze and they both laughed. They both were gonna make it through this training and accomplish what they wanted to- Ellie was sure of that.
Don't Give Up
Year 766 of the New Age, Fall
Featuring Eleanor nightxfel.deviantart.com/art/E…
Riverbend, Silverthorne


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StrawberryFawns Featured By Owner May 27, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday ^^
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Thank you much <3 
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Hey! :)
How are you? :)

I'd love to get this RP going, if you got time for it? :)
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ImagineThat9 Featured By Owner May 27, 2016  Student Writer
Happy Birthday Night! ^-^ I'm sorry for falling out of touch. I'd love to start talking again and I hope that you've had a great birthday :)
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nightxfel Featured By Owner May 28, 2016
I would love that as well! and thank you! Note me sometime love<3 
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Thank you for the watch :dummy:
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no problem C: 
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Nixxily Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey!
Do you wanna continue our RP? :D
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