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In the long, long ago, before the New Age dawned, when we had newly been chased under the Earth there lived a stag named Lleuad.

Lleuad’s pelt was as white as Gealach’s feathers. Some fawnlings believed that Lleuad’s coat was made of moonlight and that he had been blessed when he was born, for it shone shone so brightly that even in the dark of the Underplaces he wore no glowing paint.

Lleuad was a shaman and his magic was strong, and all who saw him knew in their hearts that he would become the Oracle. Fawnlings would come to Lleuad and beseech him to find them favour with the god who had so clearly blessed him - and if the stags were strong or the does were beautiful, he would smile and tell them that he would speak with Gealach on the next full moon.

Some brought him gifts of rare pelts from the Overland, or the teeth of jaguars and wolves, or glittering crystals that grew deep in the tunnels for they knew that Lleuad coveted beautiful things to wear across his perfect coat; when they brought these gifts he would smile most of all and tell them that Gealach honoured them, for they honoured the Moon’s chosen.

One doe who came to Lleuad every day was a small, frail creature called Tywyll. She was very old and her magic was weak. Unlike the others, she had no gifts to bring to the powerful stag and was neither strong nor beautiful. Her pelt was as black as the moonless sky and she, just like Lleuad, wore no paint upon her coat.

Each day she would ask Lleuad the same request, and each day he would laugh and tell her to leave his sight. How could such a perfect stag look upon such a vision of weakness? She was so old and so ugly, and she was so foolish to return each day! As Tywyll returned to her own humble cave she would hear the laughter of Lleuad’s followers echoing behind her.Soon, all the fawnlings of the herd shunned Tywyll, just as Lleuad had done.

The Oracle was growing old and frail, and they knew that soon Lleuad would be chosen. Even those who did not believe that his coat was made of moonlight knew that they should now respect his wishes, for soon he would have more power than any fawnling save the King.

Even so, Tywyll still came each day to Lleuad to ask the same question, and each day Lleuad now became angrier and angrier for the question that she asked was:

“Are you happy, my child?”

Soon the guards would stop Tywyll from coming to Lleuad’s chamber, but each day she tried still to see him and each day she asked, even if he would not hear her. Lleuad was furious that she still tried, and so soon she was confined to her own tiny cave; and yet still each day she asked the smooth stone walls around her if her child was happy.

It was not long before Tywyll was no more - but even her own guards did not notice, for the very same night the Oracle breathed his last. It should have been a time of great mourning in the herd, but instead there was rejoicing, for the fawnlings knew that now Lleuad would be chosen and their prayers to Gealach would at last be heard.

That night, Lleuad fell into a deep slumber, knowing that when he awoke Gealach would have visited him and he would, at last, have become Oracle. But Gealach did not visit the sleeping stag that night, or the next or the next night after that and the fawnlings around him grew worried and angry.

At last, on the fourth night, Gealach came to the sleeping stag in the form of a beautiful doe. Her mane and tail were waterfalls, and her hide shone brighter than even Lleuad’s. Lleuad was surprised, for he had always imagined the god as a great stag or a powerful owl, but he knew in his heart that this was Gealach and that at last the God would choose him as her Oracle.

“Lleuad, you wish to be my Oracle,” the great god said. “Would this make you happy, my child?”

“Yes, yes!” the stag replied, filled with excitement and happiness.

But Gealach’s face was full of disgust, and not the joy that Lleuad had expected she would feel to find such a powerful and handsome Oracle to do her work.

“You would not answer your Mother, when she asked the same,” the God replied, swishing her beautiful tail with anger.

“But my mother was a fool who had no power to make me happy!” Lleuad cried. “Why should I answer the question of a weak old doe?”

“Your mother wanted only your happiness. She was content to see you as other petitioners did for she could ask that you were happy. She was content to see you from the door of your cavern, her way barred by antlers, for she could still ask that you were happy. She was content, confined to a cavern in the dark depths, for she thought that, perhaps, at last you were happy. As she died, she prayed to me the same prayer that she has made every moment of every day; she prayed that you are happy.”

As Gealach spoke, Lleuad found himself cowering with shame. Tywyll had been old and foolish, but she had given him milk when he was a babe and soothed his hurts when he had fallen. Her coat may have been dark, but she had shown him the beauty of the Underplaces and the glory of the moon as it shone full above the Moonpool. Tywyll had shown him magic and given him love and in return he had offered nothing but laughter and cruelty.

Gealach stepped closer to him, her eyes were still narrowed with displeasure as she spoke again.

“Because your mother prayed to me, I will allow you to become my Oracle. However, you must do something in return.”

“Anything!” Lleuad replied at once, tears of shame and mourning flowing freely from his eyes.

“Very well. Each time the sky is as dark as your mother’s hide, you will give something of yourself to me. Each time the moon is hidden, you will sacrifice your hide and send it across the waters to me, so that your mother may wear it proudly in the afterlife, knowing that you are happy. If there is a Darkmoon without this sacrifice, you shall no longer be my Oracle.”

“I will do this gladly,” he replied.

The next day, Lleuad announced that he had been visited by Gealach, and that the God had announced him as their Oracle. The herd rejoiced, for their prayers had been answered. Gealach had made the right choice, they were certain, and all who lived in the tunnels were glad. Lleuad rejoiced with them, but he was no longer cruel or arrogant, and he no longer told them that he would take their prayers to the god. Instead, he shook his head, and told them that they must find their own way to Gealach. Many were angry, but none dared to question their new Oracle.

When night fell no moon rose and Lleuad knew at once what must be done. He called for silence, and at once all the fawnlings of the herd fell quiet, wondering what their new Oracle wished to say.

However, Lleaud did not speak, instead he strode to the edge of the water. Still silent, he reached down and then tore a strip of his glowing hide from his leg. Blood wept from the wound, but he paid it no heed and placed the shining pelt upon the still, black waters, and using his magic he moved the shining gift out, out into the centre of the dark pool. Still he did not speak, and whispers rushed around the confused fawnlings as the sliver of hide floated, shining in place of the moon on their most sacred water.

At last, Lleuad spoke, and his voice was loud for all to hear.

“I offer this gift to my mother, who wished only that I am happy. I honour her memory.”

The next Darkmoon, Lleuad again strode to the waters and again he tore a strip of his hide and sent it to the place where the moon was not. Again he spoke the words, but this time they were quieter for he did not need to tell the fawnlings watching that he honoured his mother, for they remembered that night, weeks before.

The Darkmoon after that, Lleuad was not alone when he strode to the edge of the waters. The other fawnlings did not have coats that gleamed like the moon, and so they gave something else of themselves: the glowing colours that marked their hides, painted in beautiful patterns upon flowers, bark and bundles of grass. No two were alike, and each was given for a different mother, father, grandmother or grandfather. Soon the dark water was so full of beautiful gifts that it was brighter than the moon!

This time, Lleaud did not need to say the words, for he knew that Gealach heard them from his very soul. He smiled, and turned to the fawnlings there.

“Each Darkmoon, we shall mourn our loved ones with a part of ourselves. In this way we honour Gealach and in this way, Gealach honours us.”

To this day we mourn our loved ones at the dark of the moon, and Lleuad’s words still ring true: when we honour our elders, we honour Gealach.
The Tale of Lleuad
Fawnling Fairytale Contest Entry
Herd: Oakfern
This story is about.. how the Mourning of Darkmoon came to be. It teaches fawnlings to be humble and to honour their elders, and reminds them not to be vain!

So.. yar, I wanted to enter this contest almost entirely because I wanted to come up with a reason for the Mourning of the Darkmoon. It's slightly different from how the Oakfern journal describes it, but I can imagine there are several stories telling Oakferns how the tradition came about so that's my excuse :XD:
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Hello fabulous Glenmorians!

As you may be aware, the pathetically pale Lord Svetlikin and the magnificently mischievous Princess Myrna are due to be betrothed on the first day of Autumn this year 761 of the New Age.

bovidaeloony and I need YOUR help to make their betrothal as awkward and frustrating as possible :dummy:

:new:Please send us your cameo appearances on or before 1st April so that we can get the betrothal RP out as close to being on time as possible :D :new:

What we're asking for is Royals who'd like to come and 'congratulate' the happy couple after their betrothal, no doubt frustrating them both beyond all reason. These congratulating Royals would then feature in cameo appearances in the couple's betrothal RP :D

If you'd like to get involved, here's what we're asking for...
  • 'Congratulations', either sarcastic or genuine, from Royals of all genders, shapes and sizes!
  • Each congratulatory bit should be a paragraph of no more than 300 words - the fawnling in question will approach the new couple, say a few words and then move on, similar to the congratulations you might see at a human wedding
  • If you'd like to submit your Royal for a cameo appearance, just go ahead and write your congratulations and either comment here with it, or note it to either myself or bovidaeloony making sure to include a link to your Royal's reference.

We'll notify you when the RP is ready to go and you can see what havoc your Royal has wrought!

If you have any questions please feel free to ask :D


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Journal Entry: Sat Feb 9, 2013, 2:28 AM
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Skin is by femalefred. Also the cats belong to femalefred - do not try to steal them please D:
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Drinking: Pinot Grigio

featuring Tzilan

with mentions of Roxanne  and Etain

Late Spring, Year 761 of the New Age
Windborne, Gumtree Hollow


Everything had changed.

As he looked out across the hollow - Gumtree Hollow, how strange to be standing here! - he saw fawns scampering untended and old Stormbringers listening for voice of the wind. He saw fillies sparring together, practicing to become as great as the old General Etain and new recruits wincing as the older soldiers cropped away their manes with rough obsidian blades. He saw Illyrica, shy with strangers, playing exuberantly with her young friends, and he saw her mother standing watching, a smile on her face... but anxiety was still written on Roxanne’s body, and the flickering light in her eyes was ever touched with fear.

How he now regretted his obeisance to the wind; how he wished he could take Roxanne and Illyrica away from this, protect them in some secluded place and grow a family with them, the family he had never known he had wanted until he had seen mother and daughter reunited. He wanted that joy for both of them every day and he knew he could not give it to them; not here. Not the way that he had become.

Roxanne had given herself to him out of duty, he knew. He had asked the Cape does to grant them the boon of children, and she had given herself. She did not love him; just as the fickle lost love of his youth had not loved him. He had promised both so much and given so little; he could not protect Roxanne’s daughter, that most precious to her, just as he could not win the fight for the golden doe. Back then, when he was a mere child, the wind had hounded him from his herd and chased him towards a fate: this fate, this power, this great heartsick yearning for that which was not his.

The wind could not chase him now. He had sworn to its terms, but it had sworn to his: it could not refuse his command. And yet, and yet… there was no subtlety to the response it gave. If he wished to be heard his voice was a roaring gale; if he summoned a cooling breeze he was given a raw, bone-chilling wind. There were to be no soothing zephyrs easing his pains; there was only the storm.

He was to lead these people now: the fawns, the Stormbringers, the fillies, the recruits; all eyes looked to his stormclad form. The power the storm had granted him - no, the power the storm had won from him - was all they saw and the power that he desired, the power to make her love him, the power to bring her blossoms on the breeze… that was as nothing to each and every one of them who played and loved and were happy together.

Everything had changed, and at once, nothing changed at all.



Changes
Just a little something for Tzilan.. because not everything is great when you have immense magical power.

mosiebear and TigressDesign - I hope it's ok borrowing your ladies for Tzilan to be weird at x)
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Hello fabulous Glenmorians!

As you may be aware, the pathetically pale Lord Svetlikin and the magnificently mischievous Princess Myrna are due to be betrothed on the first day of Autumn this year 761 of the New Age.

bovidaeloony and I need YOUR help to make their betrothal as awkward and frustrating as possible :dummy:

:new:Please send us your cameo appearances on or before 1st April so that we can get the betrothal RP out as close to being on time as possible :D :new:

What we're asking for is Royals who'd like to come and 'congratulate' the happy couple after their betrothal, no doubt frustrating them both beyond all reason. These congratulating Royals would then feature in cameo appearances in the couple's betrothal RP :D

If you'd like to get involved, here's what we're asking for...
  • 'Congratulations', either sarcastic or genuine, from Royals of all genders, shapes and sizes!
  • Each congratulatory bit should be a paragraph of no more than 300 words - the fawnling in question will approach the new couple, say a few words and then move on, similar to the congratulations you might see at a human wedding
  • If you'd like to submit your Royal for a cameo appearance, just go ahead and write your congratulations and either comment here with it, or note it to either myself or bovidaeloony making sure to include a link to your Royal's reference.

We'll notify you when the RP is ready to go and you can see what havoc your Royal has wrought!

If you have any questions please feel free to ask :D


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