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LF: Babies or breeding pairs!All of my Fawnlings are Glenmorian wooo go glenmore. I would REALLY love to branch out, get babs in other herds, so I'm looking either for babies I can adopt or does/stags I can breed, preferably from Silverthorne (or Windborne). I know it's late in the season, and most things are booked up, but... a girl can dream, can't she? *claws at Silverthorne, plz let me in, I want to looove youuuu*LF: Babies or breeding pairs! by OldSouls-YoungHearts
Still LF Love Interest for GM DoeI'm still looking for a maybe future mate for my lovely doe Rosalia.Still LF Love Interest for GM Doe by DarkGothicHiokami
But not just out of thin air. Rosalia is complicated!
She has a major problem with stags (look up her history, you will understand why) ...
... and she has a problem with Royals because she got hurt by one when she was younger.
I am looking for a stag, maybe even a Royal/Royal Guard/Whatever who sees past her grey hide.
Of course she won't trust him at the beginning but the more they do together and the more he shows her that he really like her she might thaw.
Tagging Dream15 here with her stag Lord Lysander.
You are the first who can say you might do it or not.
Because we have already a quite interesting bond between them.
But they can just be friends as well, just asking.
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Mixed ImpressionsFeaturing Kerras and Menoa
Autumn, Year 761 of the New Age
Deep in the Glenwood, Glenmore
She lifted her head, something catching at her sight, a dark shape, hard to distinguish betwixt the shadows of dusk settling upon Glenmore. But as her gaze darted to meet the figure, it was gone again. Her lindenwood mask rubbed against the fine hairs of her face as she released a low breath. Her raggy mane was standing on end, her nerves obviously picking up on potential danger.
Menoa questioned it deeply. What was there to fear in this kingdom of flowers and foxes...? Neither of the two hardly posing a threat. She raked a hoof in the rich soil beneath her as she lowered her head. A defensive posture that she'd learned from watching the stags face off to one another, and with that released a menacing bellow in the direction of the figure. Her gaze was dark and careful, although she could not suppress the undercurrent of curiosity that washed over her.
The dark bl