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So I hurd u lyk prancasses..

Journal Entry: Mon Dec 8, 2014, 11:55 AM

Prancasses and blakwud laydeez....

I have too much bacon. That bacon needs a home. SO! I'm giving away a Princess OR a Blackwood lady - that's the 'rare' slot itself AND a basic bacon design to go with! If you're happy for me to, I'd love to do the design for your character - based on your ideas of course :D

To enter, fill out the form below, then stick it in the comments on this journal!  I'll choose my favourite idea.. let's say on Christmas eve, so someone can have a really nice Christmas present :dummy:

If you already have either a Princess OR a Blackwood doe (that's any doe with any Blackwood in her bloodline) you will NOT be able to apply.

I want a: (Princess/Blackwood Doe)
She will be called:
She will be ( x ) years old
Her personality is: (give a 50 - 100 word summary)

Her history is: (give a 50 - 100 word summary)

I want her because: (tell me why you want this character in two sentences or less!)

Art by femalefred
Escapee by femalefred

Summer, Year 760 of the New Age, Windborne, Gumtree Hollow

featuring Illyrica

with mentions of RafeKeet and Roxanne

“Illy, Illy get up!”

It was dark.

“C’mon, my Dad says we have to get up, c’mon lil’sis!”

“Jeet says?”

The filly lifted her head, her eyes still fuzzy from sleeping and her voice all tired and yawny, and she realised it wasn’t just Keet getting up and nudging at her - grown ups were nuzzling at all the fawns, or the bigger fawns like Keet were nudging at them and they were all getting up, even though it was dark.

“Yeah, c’mon!”


Blinking sleepily, Illy looked over to see Rafe standing next to her and tossing his head towards the retreating tails of other fawns. Everyone was going and everyone was whispering and it was really, really scary.

Somehow, she stumbled to her feet and was moving, trotting along with her head down and her big brothers either side of her keeping lookout and she had horrible, horrible memories of the last time grown ups had told her to run and Keet had been looking out for her… but it was Jeet this time, and Jeet was good, wasn’t he?

Illy didn’t really know any more, and it seemed like they were trotting along for hours, hours and hours, and the sky was starting to get lighter and then she heard shouting.

“GO, RUN!”

And then everyone was running, and she could hear more shouting, and she saw guards everywhere and.. and…

Her legs were hurting and her lungs were aching and she was crying because she didn’t know what was happening or why but all she could do was run, run, run..

“Keep running! Don’t stop for anything, for anyone! KEEP RUNNING!”

It was Jeet the storyteller, but he sounded angry and scared and all Illy could do was what he told her to so she ran with the tears streaming down her face and her legs hurting and her lungs aching and she ran and ran because there was nothing else that she could do and then suddenly:


Keet was screeching to a stop, his Momma was here! And then Illy looked up for the first time since Keet had woken her and she saw them, off in the distance.

She saw them and she smelled them and somehow, from somewhere, she managed to run harder and faster because there, right at the front was her Momma and suddenly she wasn’t tired anymore.

She felt like she was flying, like a bird, higher and faster than everyone else because she was there, she was home, she was with her Momma and even though they were still running, and there was no stopping and there were grown-ups yelling at her to run… she was home again.

  Public Windborne Event I Summer 760 I Part 6Jailbreak
Featuring Jeet and Fox, mentioning the captured babies, Alliance sympathizers, and Main herd guards
Midsummer, Year 760 of the New Age
Gumtree Hollow, Windborne
It felt wrong.
It’d felt wrong the moment he’d elected to tell the does, his allies. The whispers they’d shared had been quick and urgent. They didn’t have a lot of time.
Jeet had overheard Fox telling his guards that they were moving the patrol that normally watched the captured fawns to the eastern part of Gumtree Hollow- something about a group of tazzie tigers encroaching. ‘Didn’t want to risk it,’ he’d said, ‘they aren’t going anywhere.’
Jeet’s heart was still in his throat. That had been it. His mind had been made up as soon as the word’s left the Captain’s tongue. He wo
Choose your own adventure - alliance fawns by femalefred

Illy chose to run. Illy's sensible sometimes!
Festive Fawnling Designs 2014: Batch 15 by femalefred
Festive Fawnling Designs 2014: Batch 15
Owned Byfennexxfox
Phenotype: Cremello Fawn
Eye Colour: Blue
Designed By: fulociraptor

Owned By: Tattered-Dreams 
Phenotype: Sable Champagne Restricted Fawn
Eye Colour: Green
Designed By: femalefred 

Owned By: ZanaBianca 
Phenotype: Silver Smokey Cream Restricted Fawn
Eye Colour: Blue
Designed By: femalefred 

Owned By: TheDott 
Phenotype: Black Chestnut Restricted Fawn
Eye Colour: Brown
Designed By: femalefred 

Owned By@mosiebear
Phenotype: Sooty Silver Seal Buckskin
Eye Colour: Brown
Designed By: femalefred 

Owned By@dark-mare910
Phenotype: Amber Champagne Partially Restricted Fawn
Genotype: EE/AA/nCh/fwfw/nrz
Eye Colour: Green
Designed By: femalefred 

“Shhhh, he’s right ahead,” the little doe whispered, suppressing a breathless laugh as she scampered forwards. It was crucial he didn’t realise there were two of them, not right now, anyway… the whole game would be ruined if he realised there were two of them.

Ahead of them was a huge bull with broad, heavy antlers and muscles bulging so much it looked like they were trying to escape. It made him look absolutely ridiculous in Aneira’s eyes - that and the fact that he went raiding to get outsider does because he was too useless for any Blackwood to ever want him were crimes enough for him to be the victim of their prank.

Aneira didn’t need to worry about her conspirator making noise though - Adriana knew the game just as well as she did. With a last affectionate little nip at her twin’s dark ear, the young witch cantered out of the trees to stand directly in front of the stag.

“Aw, where ya going? Can’t find a Blackwood doe to love you?”

He grunted with irritation and turned, walking deliberately away from this irritating little doe.

“Hey, I’m right here,” Aneira called, gently pushing with her illusion magic to set her voice just behind his ear and only just managing to keep from sniggering, “Don’t you care what a proper doe looks like?”

She could see her sister was sneaking behind him, placing her hooves with care to make as little sound as possible. Adriana was always the more careful of the two of them, and while Aneira admired her sister’s steely coolness she could never quite work out how her twin managed to keep from laughing at these crucial moments.

“Yes there must be something deeply wrong with you. Are you too weak to impress one of us?”

Adriana’s voice was Aneira’s perfect equal, and her chuckle burbled through the air after she spoke, fruity and feminine, as she drew her silky tail along the stag’s back.. and then disappeared. Well, appeared to disappear - Aneira could still see her, unaffected by the spell as she was, but she wasn’t looking at her delicate twin.

Aneira could barely keep herself from laughing at the shocked expression on the raider’s stupid great face - he looked so surprised to find her touching him where he knew she wasn’t. It was glorious! Well, not her, of course, it was Adriana, but he would never know that, would he? Stifling her laughter she sprang out of the trees again, rearing up and tapping him sharply on the rump with a delicate front hoof.

“You’re rude, aren’t you? Not even looking at me when I’m talking to you!” she scolded, darting away from his prodigious rack as he swung around, snorting with with building frustration.

“Who are you?” he bellowed as she skittered backwards, lifting his head to get a better view at the tiny witch - who immediately cloaked herself in shadow, bolting back to the safety of the trees, throwing her voice behind her to where she hoped her sister would be waiting, trying to keep the edge of silent laughter from creeping into her words.

“Well I’m not going to tell you if you ask like that!”

Hidden by her magic, she couldn’t help but let the silent laughter take her, just for a second, at the stupid look on the great idiotic creature’s face. He looked halfway between lust and fury as he turned, leaping towards Adriana.

“Ah ah ah, I’m right here pretty boy… Aww come on darling, why would you want one of those stupid little princesses when you could have….Me.”

Adriana was always better at being seductive than Aneira - Aneira could never keep a straight face. Drina could even do that slinky, hip wobbling thing and Neira had never quite bothered to learn how.

“No no, that’s not how it works. You have to catch me first,” her sister’s voice was a purr, and Aneira watched with delight as confusion once more reigned supreme on the idiot stag’s face. Adriana’s magic hid her once again and the lithe doe turned to her sister, letting her magic carry her whispered words.

“He’s all yours Neira.”

At once Aneira plunged back towards the stag, clearing the her own dark illusions from her path as she ran. Skidding to a halt, she reached forwards and gave him a sharp nip on the rump and to her delight he responded with a furious bellow.

She leapt backwards, cocking her head to one side as she looked at him. He was getting all sweaty and angry now, and she could see spittle foaming at the corners of his mouth. His stupid eyes were wide and bloodshot, and he almost looked like a great ugly bear. Well, a bear with antlers and without sharp teeth.

“You rotten little witch!” he roared, taking a step towards her. The little doe didn’t flinch and her narrow shoulders simply rose in a mocking shrug.

“I wouldn’t call a daughter of Úir rotten, if I were you,” Aneira replied, smiling sweetly. “But then, I don’t fancy a Glenmoron for my mate..” she added, turning slowly and very slightly lifting her tail. She wasn’t in heat yet - but there was just a glimpse, just enough of a hint of a scent, that she was sure he would catch her meaning.

With that, she pulled at her magic to cloak her in darkness again, and disappeared from the dribbling stag’s line of view, letting her voice fall to a magically placed whisper.

“Your turn, Drina…”

Ignoring her sister’s prodding at the stag, though it was hard to resist staying and laughing at him, Aneira cantered quickly and quietly towards the barren patch that was their agreed-upon spot. Hiding in the shadows of the trees, at the sparse clearing’s edge she began to weave her spell.

She knew what she had to do, and she knew it would be difficult, but still she hadn’t expected sweat to start beading on her brow quite this quickly. The magic was complex and at the very edges of her ability, but Drina would be here to share the magic soon and then it would be perfect. Aneira could hear the thudding of the great oaf’s hooves and then, blessing of the Earth Mother, there was her sister’s voice.

“That’s it, come on…”

As Drina stepped into the clearing, Aneira placed her illusion. There, where her sister was standing, was now the perfect image of a perfect doe - the perfect image of the perfect pair of does, really. That great stupid creature didn’t know that know, he just saw the pretty, petite creature flicking her ear and waiting for him in the middle of the clearing.

The ugly raider’s expression was a wonderful mixture of rage, confusion and lust and if it weren’t for the difficulty of keeping the illusory doe in front of him so perfect, Aneira would have been howling with laughter. As it was, a thin sheen of sweat was on her flanks despite the forest shade and her eyes were narrowed in concentration.

As her twin drew near, Aneira let her magic lean on Adriana’s, adding power to it and adding even more depth and reality to the vision.

“My lady… I apologise… I didn’t realise what you wanted…” the stag murmured, though there was still irritation written across his face the illusion before him was clearly enough of a distraction. Any good Blackwood raider would take a true daughter of Úir over a Glenmoron or a Firebrain and though this great hulking thing was an idiot, he was at least a real Blackwood.

The vision of the doe twitched her tail and turned her head slightly towards him, blinking and smiling demurely. Now that her sister’s magic was supporting her, Aneira could enjoy the spectacle of the great grunting idiot plodding towards the perfect vision in front of him. The tail of the vision twitched to the side, the stag reared up to mount… and with a great crash, he came falling face-first to the forest floor.

Aneira couldn’t contain the laughter anymore and, relieved of the strain of the magic she was suddenly filled with boundless energy and boundless laughter. Giggling with glee, she burst out of the shadows and pranced in front of their prone victim for just a moment, just long enough that he couldn’t get up and give chase.

“It’s true what they say, there’s no such thing as a clever raider!” she squealed, and with that, she charged off back between the pines, her laughter ringing through the air behind her.

As Adriana caught up to her she could feel her twin reach over and tuck a feather into her mane - a trophy from their latest conquest, and one well earned. Tossing her head back, she squealed her delight as they charged headlong through the black pines, back towards the herd and the safety it offered.

Well, the safety and the potential victims.

Damsels in the Dark
My half of the twins audition! To go with this:
Twins of TerrorThe shadows of the dark forest hid them well. Silently Adriana crept forward, her twin right beside her.
“Shhhh, he’s right ahead.”
Drina rolled her eyes, sometimes her twin got a little too excited and started giving orders she knew perfectly well she didn’t need to.  The bull was directly ahead, a little older and much bigger. He looked like a fool, rut muscles bulging in his neck, supporting a stupidly large rack that was covered in feathers and bones. His dark eyes glowed with a hormone driven lust.
They knew he was going to try and capture a pretty little pale faced doe, probably a mincing little snot from Glenmore.
It insulted her pride, weren’t Blackwood does good enough for him? She glanced down at her gorgeous dark coat, glossy and healthy, blending in perfectly with the forest around them. She would make him pay for those thoughts of simple minded little Glenmores carrying his filthy spawn. She conveniently forgot that she didn


Basic Information

Name:  Aneira (Neira to her sister)

Gender: Doe

Age: 7

Year of Birth: 753 of the New Age

Height: 10.3hh

Build: Light

Phenotype: Black

Genotype: EE/aa

Eye Colour: Brown

Design Sheet:

Sire: Albas - Blackwood Soldier, living (NPC)

Dam: Esterra - Blackwood Witch, deceased (NPC)

Foster-mother: Alannis - Blackwood Scout, living (NPC)

Bloodline: 100% BLACKWOOD BABY

Magic Type:

Illusion (inborn)

Necromancy (learned)

Skill Points

Speed: 7 [Basic Level]

Stamina: 3 [Basic Level]

Strength: 0 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)

Illusion Magic (inborn): 10 [Medium Level]

Necromancy Magic (learned): 1 [Basic Level]

Herbs: 0 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0


+7 speed - base bonus

+3 stamina - base bonus

+11 magic - starter bonus

Herd Information

Herd: Blackwood

Herd Position: Witch

Mate(s): Ew. She doesn’t need romance, she has her twin!

Current Location: Widow’s Hollow or thereabouts



Aneira is arrogant. Really, really arrogant - she’s special and she absolutely 100% knows it. Her arrogance extends to all aspects of herself: her physical appearance as well as her sense of self. She is very vain, and enjoys the fact that she appears to be a very image of Úir, or at least she enjoys the effect that his has on others. She has been treasured by Blackwood since birth- what a blessing from the Earth Mother, female twins! - and she knows her importance to the herd. Aneira expects to get what she wants when she wants it. Fortunately or not, mostly what she wants is to be a bit of a jerk by playing tricks on other Blackwoods with her illusion magic and her shadow - otherwise known as her twin Adriana.

This little dark doe is full of boundless joy in life and the mischief that can be wrought against others. She has a sense of cruel playfulness about her and delights in teasing other Blackwoods - particularly stags, and even more particularly male soldiers. She has a belief that they need taking down a peg or two, and she and her twin are the ideal fawnlings to do it. For Aneira, there is nothing better than hearing a stag bellowing in anger as she and her sister bolt away through the black pines.

All that said, Aneira has a secret. She is fascinated by palefaces - almost compulsively so. It probably stems from her knowledge that her foster mother abandoned her paleface colt to the wolves - although it was absolutely the correct thing for Alannis to do, the scout would still occasionally talk mournfully about the dead child. Aneira is both horrified and intrigued by pale coated fawnlings, fellow Blackwoods in particular and now and then she will lighten her hide with magic, partly to see what she looks like but mostly for the thrill of the forbidden. Adriana is disgusted by her twin’s fascination and it is one of the rare causes of disagreement between the twins - but this has magnified it in Aneira’s mind to something even more intriguing.


Aneira is lightly, delicately built. Like most of her Blackwood kin her ribs show through through most of the year, but she is naturally slight of build and she does not look unhealthy - it seems correct for her bones to be on display.

She lets her mane grow long, and twines raven feathers and beads of white clay into it simply for the look of it - this subtle touch of light colour on her hide always thrills the little doe and this way it causes no ruptures with her sister, who wears the beads as well.

Aneira dislikes her wolf pelt and wears it rarely - it smells and in the years since attaining it, the hair has started to fall out in patches and holes are beginning to wear in the hide. She will only wear it for the most special of occasions - almost as a silent, intendentional insult to whoever it is the occasion is for.


There is an old saying - twins are two souls, born once. With Adriana and Aneira there was certainly some truth to that; but in exchange for two souls, Úir took one in return. Their mother died in the birthing of them, leaving two perfectly formed, perfectly black  fillies lying at her cold, dead flank before the night was over.

The pair were the daughters of a powerful sorceress, a Master of Illusion magic who could also call upon the dead. Her death was grieved greatly by the herd, but the twins were revered all the same. The only member of the herd who failed to see them as a blessing from  Úir was their father. He loved their mother passionately and blamed the pair for her death - in a way, they were responsible as it was their birth that ended her life. Albas was sent into a spiral of grief from which he never fully recovered.

Even with no mother and a father that did not want them, they were such perfect images of Úir that their survival was ensured. A doe, Alannis, who had birthed a shameful paleface colt - rightly left to the wolves - took them in to feed and raise. Though she cared for them, Alannis could never love them as her own, and so they relied upon one another more than they ever did upon their foster-mother. Aneira was always aware that Alannis was missing something, someone, and sometimes the scout would mutter about the curse of love for her dead Palefaced son, and the young filly was intrigued…

The twins grew up looking after one another - Adriana, minutes older than her sister, was always the ‘mother’ of the pair, colder and more serious than the boundlessly cheerful Aneira, but their upbringing made them both certain of their own survival. When their foster-mother grew tired of them, or did not have enough milk for two hungry mouths, they would charge through the rest of the Blackwood herd seeking out other ways to find their supper. They always played tricks upon the rest of Blackwood using their identical faces, but when their illusion magic manifested at three the pranks became much more frequent - and much more enjoyable for the pair. It was then, when they were aged three, that their foster-mother had finally had enough. Three years being tormented by these perfectly dark, perfectly prank-filled sisters and three years of deepening grief was enough - Alannis wished for a child of her own once more and after one trick too many she, at last, turned Adriana and Aneira away.

The twins, suddenly completely parentless, took the decision to approach their father.  Albas had never recovered from their mother’s death and wanted nothing to do with the prankster pair and the memories they evoked for him. Although her sister took this rejection hard, Aneira saw it very differently - it was permission. No adult wanted them, so there was nobody to stop them; they now had no reason to cease in their reign of terror! Or well, reign of increasingly annoying the rest of the herd.

Their natural skill with magic meant they moved quickly towards becoming Witches, and at their coming of age ritual it was through cunning and trickery, rather than brute strength, that they both returned with wolf pelts slung across their dark shoulders.

Though they serve the herd as Witches, the twins do not take their duties particularly seriously, and they find endless fun in playing pranks on the older members of the herd. At some point, perhaps, they’ll mature, but right now, why on earth should they?



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So I hurd u lyk prancasses..

Journal Entry: Mon Dec 8, 2014, 11:55 AM

Prancasses and blakwud laydeez....

I have too much bacon. That bacon needs a home. SO! I'm giving away a Princess OR a Blackwood lady - that's the 'rare' slot itself AND a basic bacon design to go with! If you're happy for me to, I'd love to do the design for your character - based on your ideas of course :D

To enter, fill out the form below, then stick it in the comments on this journal!  I'll choose my favourite idea.. let's say on Christmas eve, so someone can have a really nice Christmas present :dummy:

If you already have either a Princess OR a Blackwood doe (that's any doe with any Blackwood in her bloodline) you will NOT be able to apply.

I want a: (Princess/Blackwood Doe)
She will be called:
She will be ( x ) years old
Her personality is: (give a 50 - 100 word summary)

Her history is: (give a 50 - 100 word summary)

I want her because: (tell me why you want this character in two sentences or less!)

Art by femalefred



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HayleyWolf Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2014
Happy birthday!!!!!!!!!! 
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Happy, happy birthday Fredooo! :glomp: :party:
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happy B-day!
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Hello Dear, you are featured here…
Have a great day!
RoseStoneStables Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi, I was wondering if you still wanted this stalion… to be ranked? And if so could you update his points for… thanks!
femalefred Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
No, that's fine. I didn't know that group was still going to be honest!
RoseStoneStables Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I actually just became a co-founder lol. I just wanted to have one 3DE group to be active if you can read the new journal :)
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