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When Aneira woke, it was dark.

This wasn’t normal darkness. Something about it was shivery cold, something about it smelt wrong… the filly didn’t bother to wonder how the dark could possibly have a scent, but somehow it did. Her sister, her patient and quiet sister, did not feel it - Adriana was still curled up with her tail over her nose, in the kind of deep dark sleep that you didn’t want waking from; Neira didn’t even bother to try to nuzzle her awake. This was somehow not for Adriana, in a way that nothing had ever been before; this was for Aneira alone.

Alannis wasn’t here; that wasn’t unusual, but something about the deep cold blackness that somehow felt like it belonged to her and Aneira was intrigued. Silent and slow, she rose to her feet and began to walk.

She didn’t know exactly what was leading her on; the darkness changed as she moved, but it seemed to be dragging her first one way and then another, and the smell - that awful smell, the smell that somehow made her think of the mother she had never known - pulled her forwards. It didn’t pull her far. There was a clearing, not far from the very place that they had been bedded down in the forest’s dark sanctuary, and at its centre, there: Alannis, staring blankly forwards, her limbs as still as the black pines around her. And there, at her feet, shining white: bones. A skull, a tiny skull, the size for a newborn….

Neira’s eyes were dragged up from the bones to the point of her caretaker’s gaze, to where the cold wrong blackness was at its deepest, to the place where the smell of… of death, she realised now, seeing the bones and feeling the nearness of her mother and seeing the strange, strange stillness of a doe normally so full of movement and anger… this was death. This was a place of death.

Yet Aneira could not move, did not want to move; she was here, it was wrong and the dark was terrible; but it was both dead and alive, she could feel it now for the magic that it was. magic that crossed the barrier between life and death and dragged back whatever Alannis sought, brought back the spirit that had cloaked the shining, perfectly white little skull that now lay at the dark doe’s hooves. It was intoxicating; it was like discovering her illusions all over again. Her heart was racing and she was quivering all over, her whole body thrumming with the toxic music of the beyond as Alannis cast her spell and without thinking the filly found herself reaching out, touching at the spell and pushing at it, pulling back whatever Alannis had been seeking!

And there it was. It - no, not it, he, she knew that as surely as she knew her twin - stood where the pristine bones should have been standing, his belly rippling red from his deathwound and he was so pale. He was translucent, but all the same Aneira could see that his hide had been a creamy gold and his eyes had almost glowed with green and she knew. This was the son Alannis had left the wolves; the gore that oozed from his stomach was what they had taken from him, and Alannis had brought him back.

Not just Alannis, but Aneira too; Aneira had pushed through that veil and pulled this awful, beautiful monstrosity back through, to a place where he did not belong... and the creature knew. He knew that he was not of this world, and he knew that it was not simply his mother who had brought him back here; he could feel Aneira’s magic just as Aneira could feel who he was and he screamed.

The scream was the world cracking apart like an egg; whatever had been before, the cold blackness, the scent of death - all was broken, all was wrong and in a moment of sudden terror Aneira felt her grip on the magic, her feeling for death flee from her like a paleface from wolves - and slowly, so slowly it was as though she were trapped in that world beyond the veil, Alannis turned.

“Who does this?”

The doe’s voice was a hiss so cold it almost cut through the dead colt’s scream; almost… the scream was everything, the scream was the clearing and the trees and the Blackwood and the world; the scream filled Aneira’s mind and soul as the tortured spirit clung to the magic his mother offered; clung to what little magic was there as the doe threw back her head and roared a challenge to the sky; it grasped and screamed and twisted and turned as the magic was fading, the power was waning! There was grey in the black, the cold touch of death was heated by fury, the magic was broken… the scream ended.

The ghost was gone.

Alannis, her bulky frame shaking with rage and grief, unsightly tears flooding down her ugly face, swung round, her nostrils flaring as she sought the source of her son’s unsightly pain.

“WHO DID THIS?!”

It was a bellow of pure grief, driven by rage and Aneira stood frozen with… with what? She realised, as Alannis swung and howled like a wounded stag, that she did not fear this thing; she did not fear the doe who mourned a paleface son so greatly they had to summon his spirit. She did not fear Alannis and now she knew her secret she had power over the fool!

And suddenly she was laughing, a shrill, excited laugh as she charged forwards, dragging the shadows with her as she ran, skidding beneath the rearing doe’s hooves and snatching at the ground, snatching at the most precious thing the stupid creature had in her world and then she was running, running into the sweet darkness of the Blackwod with her head held high and the tiny, claw-grazed rib of a tiny, monstrous, paleface fawn clamped, delighted, between her teeth.

A New Darkness

featuring  Aneira


Winter, Year 756 of the New Age


Blackwood, near Widow's Hollow



Oh Neira, y u so weeerd?

Aneira discovers she has an affinity for a second type of magic and that she actually quite likes the smell of the afterlife.

Also she steals a bone. Because she's weird.
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So I hrd u like Blakwud laydeez....

Journal Entry: Sat May 9, 2015, 2:06 PM


Hello everyone!

That's right, once again I'm giving away an ultra-rare character slot - this time it's limited to being a Blackwood doe, and to go along with it is your choice of either a RARE design OR Illusion magic! That means a stripey butt or a pearl or something else but with more than three modifiers -  or just a basic design, but your doe can have illusion magic - hooray :dummy:

To enter..


Fill out the following form and comment with it on this journal:

My Blackwood doe would be X years old
Her Personality will be.... (please complete in 100 or fewer words!)
I want her because.... (please complete in 100 or fewer words!)
She will be a Rare Design/have Illusion magic (please select whichever applies)

You can only enter once, so make sure your entry counts!

Make sure you comment before 01/06/2015 because that's when I'll judge the entries :D

The rules


To enter, you cannot own any of...
  • a Blackwood doe
  • a Princess
  • a Divinely Blessed character
  • a Piebald
To give yourself as good a chance as possible...
GOOD LUCK :D



Art by femalefred
One Day by femalefred
One Day

featuring La'Neiya


Autumn,  Year 761 of the New Age


Oakfern, the Warren





Three years.

Well, nearly three years.

Nearly three years since she'd been on the surface. Oh, she'd been close to the outside again, when she was exploring with the other fawns, or patrolling with Urs, but it she had lived underground now for nearly three times as long as she had lived above and it still made her sad. Lanny tried to stay happy about it, and she still told herself that she'd go outside again one day, but the King had made it very clear that only the guards should ever be going outside, and normally only the Fawntakers, and even though Lanny was definitely going to be a Guard as soon as she turned five, she didn't think she would ever be a Fawntaker. The Fawntakers she had met were too cold and too unfriendly - they didn't want to play, or explore, or have fun. They were devoted to Gealach and killing Oathbreakers and nothing else. Lanny didn't want to spend all her time looking for people to kill. It sounded too sad.

The filly still spent a lot of her time wandering the tunnels, looking for unguarded exits. She knew a lot of the tunnels now - some of them were too small for the guards to scurry down, but because she was still little she could sneak through the cracks in the walls or the narrow channels where the underground streams flowed and then she could follow the smell of the forest and the sound of the wind and try to find her way out. So far they were just dead ends, or they rejoined the bigger tunnels further down, but one day she'd find a way. She'd have to do it soon though, because she was getting bigger now. It was good, because it meant that she was going to be a grown up soon, but it would mean she wouldn't be able to get through the narrow gaps any more.

She'd got her magic not that long ago too, but she didn't like using it. Using the magic made her think of the times when she was above ground with her Mama, and it made her sad, and it made her angry. She wondered sometimes if walking on water would make exploring easier, because she'd seen some places that she could've got to if she could walk on water, but she still didn't like to use her magic.

She was thinking all of these things as she meandered through a new tunnel, her head held high as she followed the fruity scent of jungle air. She was near an exit, but she was trying not to get too excited because she'd been near to exits before. She'd thought she would get outside before but there had been guards on the tunnels, or she'd never found where the jungle smell was coming from. So she was distracting herself by wondering about magic, and wondering if it was worth learning it or if it turn her into her Mama and then trying not to think about her Mama because that still hurt...

And suddenly, she saw sunlight.

It was so bright and so shining that her eyes hurt and she stopped in her tracks. There was the smell, the strong hot smell of the jungle. There was the sweet smell of flowers and of fruits, and the chirrups of birds and the rustling of the trees... but no way out? There was sunshine, but no way out of the tunnels.. but there was grass at her feet, and little flowers, and there, there, up in the roof was the sky. She had found the sky.

She wasn't outside, but she could see the blue sky above her and there was grass under her hooves.

One day, she'd be outside as well.
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Journal Entry: Sat Feb 9, 2013, 2:28 AM
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Doooooodling. Probably fawnling stuff, maybe some horses. Idk. HAPPY CHOCOLATE DAY!

Skin is by femalefred. Also the cats belong to femalefred - do not try to steal them please D:
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Spring Auction Special - The Easter Bunny by femalefred
Spring Auction Special - The Easter Bunny

This Auction has been Closed and Judged - see below for the winner!



- This auction is open to all members who have not used all their starter slots
- This little guy can belong to any herd you choose!
- This chap or chapette suffers from:
  • Dwarfism
  • Partially formed tail
  • Oversized ears
  • Overbite
  • Bald mane

- Personality and horn design etc. are up to you. The defects this little bunny has must remain!
- If you win but do not want your design please let us know so we can open it for public adoption
- Any fawns who have not been claimed (drawn and registered with the group) within two months stand the risk of being resold to another player
- Send all bids via this form here - Bids in COMMENTS will be IGNORED. Bids submitted after the deadline will not count!

How we will be judging:
A good character and good research is weighted as much as a good story or picture. Each can win over the other or tip the scales, and a bid will suffer if one is neglected. Make sure you've read all the applicable journals in order to make a realistic character. The story will be judged on effort against your own gallery. If you have plans for your character be sure to include them, every detail can mean the difference between winning and going home empty handed. On the other hand, details can be lost in an extensively long bid, so concise detail is key.

Bids should include the Fawnling Reference info for Fawnlings in the Western Isles (the first form at the bottom of the How to Get a Fawnling journal!) in the artist's comments at the very least




Bunnykins
Phenotype: Sooty Mealy Silver Smoky Black Restricted Smoky Fawn
Genotype: Ee/aa/nCr/nZ/nPg/nSty/fwsfws/nRx/pipi

This little rabbit was designed by the ever wonderful TigressDesign 

Bids
by decors
by CookieTroll0105 Star! WINNER Star!
by Soulbound
by GypsySkulls
by ZeldaWolf7
by athena102
by Z-Fawns


Whaaa.... what is this?
The Easter Bunny! In Fawnling form! Or just a little fawnling who, due to the presence of the pipi mutation, has suffered from a number of birth defects. It's left them with dwarfism, an overbite, oversized ears, no main and a partially formed tail. And lots of sass

How can I keep track of the auction?
Please check out our main page! There you will always find a countdown for active auctions, raffles and whatnot :D (Big Grin)

What you mean, art OR literature?
That meanst you can submit your bid as either a story including Bunnykins, or an image! You'll need to make sure you've included a character profile - if you including both a story AND some art, you'll need to tell us what kind of bid you've submitted when you enter :)
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So I hrd u like Blakwud laydeez....

Journal Entry: Sat May 9, 2015, 2:06 PM


Hello everyone!

That's right, once again I'm giving away an ultra-rare character slot - this time it's limited to being a Blackwood doe, and to go along with it is your choice of either a RARE design OR Illusion magic! That means a stripey butt or a pearl or something else but with more than three modifiers -  or just a basic design, but your doe can have illusion magic - hooray :dummy:

To enter..


Fill out the following form and comment with it on this journal:

My Blackwood doe would be X years old
Her Personality will be.... (please complete in 100 or fewer words!)
I want her because.... (please complete in 100 or fewer words!)
She will be a Rare Design/have Illusion magic (please select whichever applies)

You can only enter once, so make sure your entry counts!

Make sure you comment before 01/06/2015 because that's when I'll judge the entries :D

The rules


To enter, you cannot own any of...
  • a Blackwood doe
  • a Princess
  • a Divinely Blessed character
  • a Piebald
To give yourself as good a chance as possible...
GOOD LUCK :D



Art by femalefred

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:iconkatevigdis:
KateVigdis Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2014  Professional General Artist
Thanks for the +fav !Dance! 
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suolan Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Hi,thank you so much for watch!~Have a nice day~:D (Big Grin) 
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femalefred Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Not a problem, your art is wonderful and I can't wait to see more of it in my inbox ^^
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Jo-san Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey, thanks for watching. :3
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femalefred Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
No problem :) I love your stuff ^^
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DaniellyDan1 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Nice gallery!
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femalefred Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you very much :)
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manicmondays Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
how was I not watching you on this account!? iuwahtl iuaehtd BAD FISHIE!
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Song-Wolf-Farm Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hippo Birfdayz!
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femalefred Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks!
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