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Aibhlinn by Sevslover6195
Aibhlinn
Phenotype: Pangare Chestnut
Genotype: ee/aa/nPg/Fwfw
Eye color: Brown
Line art: OC / HARPG Design Lineart 
Intended herd: Glenmore 
Intended spot: Commoner

MY BACON BBY GOT ACCEPTED!

Fawnlings are the property of Ehetere and :iconfawnlings:
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Is there anyone who I could talk into drawing some icons (100x100) for Maeve's rp account over on tumblr? I've got 57 points and I'm more than happy to be your art slave (drawing, except humans which I suck at so bad, and writing whatever you'd like me to) in exchange.

If you're willing please either comment below or note me.

Many, many, many, thanks,
Sevs

    Reunited

    Featuring Maeve and Zhaenn

    Late Spring, Year 760 of the New Age

    Middle caves, Oakenfern


    



Maeve

What she was doing near this part of the caves was beyond her. If the guards didn’t try to attack her thinking her to be some intruder there was always Morrigan and her “sisters” to worry about. They wouldn’t go after Laure though. She’d made sure of it. She’d taught her daughter to wear the fire pendant given to her during her time in Silverthorne to keep the beasts at bay. She’d be safe, she hoped.

She wandered watching the moss go from the vibrant hues of the deep caves to the plain green that came with going closer to the herd. She was in dangerous territory now. She was closer to the herd than she should ever be and that was just asking for it. Though now she could fight back. To one who had known her the only thing recognizable about her would be her coat and her, now orange, moss marking. She carried herself with pride, she was no ones plaything now or ever again. She could fight now. But why did she feel so terrified then?

She froze. There was the scent of another fawn approaching. No. No, no, no! No. Not now. Not today. Ducking behind some rocks she waited for the other to come close enough for her to tell whether they were friend or foe and react accordingly.


Zhaenn

Zhaenn moved quietly on silent, practiced hooves. Part of living in caves, in near complete darkness is you learn at an early age how sound carries and Zhaenn at an early age learned how to move just right, either silently like a viper or announcing her presence like rattling snake. The charms worn on her tail could be used to make all kinds of sounds and while normally she would use them to announce her passing. But these were not normal times and Zhaenn was on the edge of the herd’s main territory; while all the caves belonged to them, the farther you got from the Moonpool the farther you were from safety. So Zhaenn held her tail up, keeping the charms from bouncing along the tunnel floor, moving silently trying to pass unheard and unseen.

Ahead she thought she’d heard a quick scamper, or a knocking of stones together, or hooves. While it could be one of the many creatures who live in the tunnels along side her people, or it could be an oathbreaker. Either way like a serpent sensing prey she changed her course and stalked forward. Truthfully Zhaenn was in search of fungi and algies for her potions and brews but curiosity lead her hooves onward. If it was a fellow herd member she welcomed a hopefully friendly meeting, if it was an enemy...well she had ways of dealing with them too.

Maeve

Maeve was afraid. She didn’t want to lose Laure, as had been promised by her Silverthorne friends she loved her fawn with all her heart, the thought of losing her terrified her. She didn’t want to lose anyone else. She’d lost more than enough for one lifetime. She shouldn’t have been afraid though. She could actually fight now, she’d actually stand a chance, and wouldn’t need the help of Morrigan and her sisters to do it. However part of her wanted to cry out for their aid. How could she be so weak?

She peeked over the rocks to view the fawnling as it drew closer. An old memory bubbled to the surface of an herbalist whom she’d sought out long ago to help her be rid of the sisters.

“Zhaenn?” she called in disbelief, slowly rising from her hiding spot. “Is that you?”


Zhaenn

Zhaenn could hardly believe her ears, she heard a voice, older for sure, but still a voice she would recognize. Memories of bad air and strange voices welled up inside her mind but Zhaenn shoved them away. She had heard the rumors but Zhaenn had chosen to ignore those as well. Zhaenn didn’t have friends but if she had time for them she would consider making Maeve one, they were both odd-balls in the herd.

“Maeve?” She said softly as the doe slide out from her hiding place. “I thought you’d left for good. Why are you back?”

Zhaenn took a few steps forward, so she would be easier to see in the gloom that was their home, hoping the closeness would put Maeve and ease and took a deep breath to see if the air in this part of the cave was good.


Maeve

“I meant to,” she explained, “But... Come, Ajani’s- my cave, my cave is not far and it will be easier for me to tell my tale there. The sisters haunt me no more so there’s nothing to fear. I must ask though that you do not reveal that I have returned. It would not be safe for me.”

It was good to see Zhaenn again she was a familiar, and welcome, face after so much had changed. It was nice to know that at least something had remained the same.


Zhaenn

Zhaenn nodded, “I will not tell anyone I have seen you. These times are strange and I fear we are all at risk.” She didn’t add that Oakferns had been killing each other when they should be more concerned about the wolves above ground, but it was best to keep her views to herself, these were odd times. Instead she said, “Much has happened and it would be good for you to know as well.”

Maeve

“Thank you,” she said sighing in relief. As she turned and walked she motioned for Zhaenn to follow. She remained relatively silent as they walked deeper and deeper into the caves until she finally came to stop in front of a surprisingly well lit cavern. The walls were decorated with many drawings old and new: two fawns playing (one in orange moss and another in green), two hoof prints (also in orange and green), and other miscellaneous stories. In the center was a small chestnut fawn that, while no more than 3, was far larger than it should have been. Around its neck was a red crystal amulet that seemed to glow with a fire of its own.

“I have learned, gained, and lost much since I have been gone. I now come back and found I can’t even recognize my own herd anymore,” she whispered entering her home. “This is my daughter: Laure. Try not to wake her. She’s growing so large, she needs the sleep.”


Zhaenn

She followed Maeve in silence, holding her tail just so. Her charms not making a sound. Zhaenn was accustomed to moving quietly thru the tunnels of her home and since secrecy was important to Maeve she felt there was no need to talk until the other doe was ready. Keeping a wary ear out for any sound that could cause danger she followed.

Zhaenn could tell they were approaching something, she wasn’t sure what, but the cave ahead had a soft glow, brighter than the luminescent mosses and lichens of the caves they passed through but also not blindingly bright like the sun above. Maeve lead Zhaenn past the threshold of the cave into the soft glow Zhaenn was not quite prepared for what she saw. Zhaenn had seen other paint on the walls with the same luminescent fungi that they used to paint on their bodies, but that was mostly fawns or shamans. This was different. Zhaenn could tell that the fawnling or fawnlings, who had painted these had been at it for a long time. She could see the progression of age some of the paints were similar to the ones fawns like to paint. Others had deft strokes about them, and all of them seemed to be telling stories. Some of the tales were easy to read but most were indecipherable and only with the help of the painter could the story be told. Impressive to say the least. Zhaenn couldn’t help but wonder if this was how someone might feel if they stumbled across the Pit that she tested her poisons in.

It wasn’t until she had gotten over the initial shock that Zhaenn noticed the fawn.

“Yours.” She said more than asked in a low voice so as to not wake it. “I guess I should congratulate you, I imagine I don’t want to know who the father is.” Zhaenn hated all fawnlings not Oakfern but it did not surprise her Maeve, who was an outcast who consort with one, even just to get a fawn. While Zhaenn would never be caught with an oathbreaker she did consort with outcasts from her own herd. And in truth, if the fawn had a mother who was Oakfern the fawn was close enough to Oakfern to her. The child should not pay for the mother’s crime. Outcasts were outside the law of the herd and so Zhaenn would forgive, well maybe that was a strong word, more like ignore. She could feel Maeve’s eyes boring into her so Zhaenn changed the topic before the silence demanded she speak her mind.

“Times have changed, Oakferns have been killing each other, the old Oracle died and it's rumored the King ordered it so. Then there was the Pale Swan, and now Crowe. There is much upheaval in the tunnels, I like many others are just keeping our heads low and waiting for the dust to clear. You would be wise to do the same, maybe then you can come back to the herd.”

She left the option of rejoining the herd hanging there, maybe it was from years of being a healer but Zhaenn felt rather then saw the wound, there was an unseen injury about Maeve. She had said she had lost much but it was more than that. Zhaenn hoped that maybe the chance to come back would help start to heal her wound.


Maeve

“The union was not a happy, or willing, one,” Maeve explained wincing at Zhaenn’s comment. “A Blackwood stag wanted to woo me for his harem. I ran from him, but not fast enough. It took me a long time to recover mentally and physically from the attack. I had hoped my fawnhood friend would still be here when I got back, he’d be especially equipped to help Laure and I needed the comfort. He wasn’t though. All I can do is pray that the herd didn’t do what they've wanted to since the start.”

Tears began to streak down her cheeks as she sat on the floor motioning for Zhaenn to do the same. She’d loved Ajani and he’d cared for her quite a bit too. They were both outcasts and now more than ever she longed for his company and comfort.

She listened to the news Zhaenn gave her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. She was more afraid for his life than ever. Oakferns killing each other? The oracle dead? And birds? What in the Western Isles had happened during her time in Silverthorne? She opened her mouth to ask just that but quickly shut it again.

“The herd cast me out for the transgressions of creatures I could neither control nor explain, they cast Ajani out for being different than them. They will harm my daughter for the same reason. No. The herd is dead to me for what it has done to us,” she hissed a dangerous fire lighting her eyes. “I hid in Silverthorne and do you know what I was met with? Taran, Simba, Sila, Jade, and Quinn. They weren’t afraid of me though we have given them more than enough reason to. That amulet you see Laure wearing? Sila gave that to me to help me keep the sisters away from me and my fawn. It works. She or the others could have easily burned me alive, but they didn’t. I was different, a killer as far as they knew, but they chose to help me. Now if the tables were turned would you or the others be so kind? I think not.”

One day the closed minds of her former herd would open again, though Gaelach only knew when that would be. She just hoped it was soon. Laure was starting to grow too big even for this cavern, the former home of the son of a Silverthorne and Oakfern union.

“Now what was this about a pale swan and crow?” she asked cocking her head curiously. Her fire was dimmed now but still there.


Zhaenn

Zhaenn hesitantly touched her muzzle to Maeve’s shoulder, hoping the gesture would comfort her when Maeve told Zhaenn of the rape.

“I am sorry but I am glad you have recovered. I hope you find your friend soon.” Zhaenn lay down next to Maeve as the tears started to roll down the doe’s cheeks. Zhaenn wasn’t good at comfort, she was used to dealing with physical pains, or causing them. She didn’t deal with the emotional pains, that was for other healers no one came to Zhaenn looking for a shoulder to cry on. But there was no one here and Maeve wouldn’t likely confide in anyone else from the herd, Zhaenn imagined she should feel honored in a way but the waters of friends and relationships where dark and muddy to her ever since she lost her eye she turned her back on such things in dedication to her arts.

Zhaenn was shocked when the sudden fire rose in Maeve’s eyes as she spoke of the herd and her times in Silverthorne. Zhaenn knew better than to rise to the bait, she didn’t want to provoke the doe, not with her fawn so near.

“I imagine you are right, especially so now. Things may change for the herd, everything is different now but you are best to stay safe and hide away.” Zhaenn said hoping to sooth Maeve a bit, she was so bad at this.

And then at Maeve’s request Zhaenn told about the old shaman Berach and his adoptive daughter Elf, the raid on their den and then of Nuala and the sacrifice. Well aware that the tale may only give Maeve more fuel for her distrust of the herd, so she quickly continued. Telling Maeve about the light and how Nu had risen and blinded everyone and then how Berach and Elf and Nu had vanished. Then the tale wound its way to Crowe, who had been another outcast that Berach had taken on and trained and how when everyone vanished after the Nu-Swan, Crowe had vanished too, only to return changed, and powerful and taken place as the oracle. Zhaenn talked about the feathers the new oracle had and the owl feet. No one could doubt her connection to Gealach she looked more an owl then a crow.

“And that is all that has happened recently.” Zhaenn finished, she felt like she’d been talking for aged, so she looked over to Maeve to see how the tale affected the doe.


Maeve

Maeve was glad for the comforting gesture. While in Silverthorne she had gotten support from those who had been kind to her, here she had no one. Her daughter knew that, for whatever reason, her mother hated her father but not much more than that and Ajani was nowhere to be found. Honestly, other than Zhaenn, she was alone.

After hearing about recent events she was glad that she’d missed it. She and her daughter would surely have been killed. Not to mention the swan. Though it did amuse her that an outcast had been chosen by Gaelach himself to take a place of prominence. Maybe he did have a sense of humor after all.

“Thank you,” she said still processing some of the tale. “It was good to see you again Zhaenn, I’d missed having company. Please be careful, should anyone find out you’ve spoken with me it may not end well for you.”

Though she didn’t agree with Zhaenn’s “morals” she still considered her a friend and she’d lost enough of those already.
Reunited

Featuring Maeve and Zhaenn

Late Spring, Year 760 of the New Age

Middle caves, Oakenfern

The fawnling breed and the Western Isles themselves belong to Ehetere and :iconfawnlings:

Zhaenn belongs to LaughingHeron
and Maeve to me
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I'm working on my updated bacon design (I noticed the markings too closely resembled another member of the Glenmore herd so I'm fixing her. And I'm still working on trying to figure out which color to make her *currently amber champagne* so that might take a while)
I'm royally screwed.
But I got Palkia as my starter
Is there anyone who I could talk into drawing some icons (100x100) for Maeve's rp account over on tumblr? I've got 57 points and I'm more than happy to be your art slave (drawing, except humans which I suck at so bad, and writing whatever you'd like me to) in exchange.

If you're willing please either comment below or note me.

Many, many, many, thanks,
Sevs

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