[lance_eats_bugs]

Username + ID: dazai <3 991317
Fawnae Name: gloom
Prompt (art piece allowed): the light wind brushed again glooms fur, where was she? she felt cold. w-what was she...? she didnt know herself. she had no memory of anything. was she.... dead? was she... forgotten? someone please!!! tell me!!!(art coming soon!)
Other: shes literally so pretty

[Apollione]

Username + ID: Apollione + 373946
Fawnae Name: Emai
Prompt (art piece allowed):

Emai knows she's a ghost, but she doesn't want to admit it to herself. When she was still breathing and... well... not see-through, she was a part of a small herd where she had a position of a scout. An amazing scout in fact. She knew every nook and cranny of the forest they lived in, so whenever someone got lost, she was able to find them and bring them back to the herd. She also knew where the best grass grew, which pond or river tasted the best or which spot was a safe place for them to let them rest their tired feet. There was no other scout that could compare to Emai, she was simply the best. But even the best one's meet their downfall.

For Emai, it wasn't because she got too cocky. It was simply because of unfortunate events that happened all at the same time.

It happened on one stormy night. The storm was so heavy it was hard to pick up any smell or sound. Emai and her herd were sleeping, hidden under bunch of trees so that they'd get as little wet as possible. Not everyone was able to sleep though, the storm was simply too loud to let some of them even close their eyes. Then, suddenly, a lightning struck one of the trees, causing it to fall. Luckily, it didn't fall on anyone, but it was sure enough to wake up those, who were sleeping while those, who were awake all the time, started running away. Those who have just woken up, although startled, were able to keep calm, ignoring a little voice in their heads screaming they should run. Amongs them was Emai, that quickly checked the situation, realizing there's not really that much threat anymore, since the tree has already fallen. But what became the real trouble were those who had ran away. It was impossible for them to get back in this storm, someone had to go find them. And since Emai knew the forest like the back of her hoof, she decided to do this task.

Finding them was... difficult task, to say at least. The storm made it harder than it needed to be. She could hardly see, couldn't smell nor hear anything. But even under such circumstances, she was still able to find most of them, missing only last two fawns. And she found them soon enough - one was near the river, while the other one was right in the middle of it, stuck on a little island. The water stream was too strong and fast and the fawn was too tired to get back on the other side, where his friend was waiting, screaming his name. Emai knew she had to act fast - the river was starting to overflow and soon it would swallow the island and the little fawn with it. There was no time to create safer path - she had to jump in.

And as she jumped, the last thing she remembers was a huge wave. Then there was cold and so many memories flashed before her eyes... Until there was nothing.

Emai woke up in an unknown territory. It was a meadow she didn't know. The river took her all the way here, but where it was, she couldn't say. But even though she was lost, the first thing she thought of was the fawn she tried to save. Where was he? Did the water take him too? But no matter how many times she looked around, she found no one. Except one little blob, gray and sad.

„Are you lost too, little one?“ she asked. She wasn't even surprised although it was her first time seeing something like this. It came to her naturally. The blob let out a soft sob and flew over to her, right into her hair, where he found his new home. „Well, I guess I'll let you stick with me for some time. At least until we find where you belong to.“ And with that, Emai started to wander. On her journey back home, she met many more gray blobs, which she took with her, promising them to help them. Until then, she''ll keep them company, as their guardian and friend.

Till this day, Emai wasn't able to find her home, nor anyone from her old herd. Instead, she met many different beings, most of them didn't even see her. And if they did, they usually ran away. That's why she started to hide before them. Still, the heart of a guide is in her and whenever she sees some of them lost, she shows just far enough so that she doesn't scare them away and shows them their way. How does she always know where they need to go? Who knows. Maybe that's just a power that comes with her being a lost soul.


Other: Thank you so much for the chance! I'm very sorry if my prompt is a little bit broken when it comes to english, it's not my mother language!
Edit: Just made it a little prettier so it's easier to read!

[feverish]

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[Sealipup]

Username + ID: Sealipup + 1088840
Fawnae Name: Verity
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xxxYou knew stumbling into the castle was a mistake, but the breeze of the dark autumn night chilled you to the bone. You needed shelter... this was the best option you had. So when you first heard the crying from down the hallway you were exploring, you immediately wondered what other option you should’ve taken. In shock, you jumped back, your hooves meeting the ground with a loud thud. The crying stopped, and you froze up.

xxx“A visitor?” a raspy, feminine voice questioned out loud. You could’ve sworn this place looked abandoned, the castle was practically falling apart! Heart racing, your flight instinct took over and you began to bolt down the hallway back the way you came.

xxx“No, wait!” the voice cried out, wavering in despair. “Please, you can hear me?”

xxxYou don’t know why, but you halted your steps. She just seemed so… desperate. Turning around, you met a pair of misted eyes down the hallway.

xxx“I can,” you found your voice, gulping, then continued. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know anyone lived here. I will leave right away.”

xxx“No!” she blurted out, widening her eyes before regaining her composure. She stepped closer with grace. “I mean… no one else has been able to see me before.”

xxxThis left you confused, and you looked the Fawnae over for the first time. Her features were otherworldly, her face a sickly silver, pale and void of life. You’ve heard stories of hauntings in old castles, and with her shock of you being able to see her, you could connect the dots.

xxx“I see.”

xxxThe ghost nodded, knowing you understood.

xxx“How did you…?” You stopped—it might be rude to ask about something so personal.

xxx“Die?” Sighing, she began to tell her story. “My name is Verity. ‘Your newborn princess named after truth, yet your lives are built upon lies.’ That’s what the witch told my parents when she put me under this curse: every word I speak must be truthful.

xxx"My parents, desperate, called upon the royal sorcerer, but he could not undo the curse. Instead, they had him bind me to this castle, another curse, in attempt to hide away their secrets. But the truth prevailed, and our kingdom fell. And, and my parents, all because of me…” She took a shaky breath and sighed again. “Once alone and unable to leave the castle, I starved. I wasn’t spared any peace after my passing. Because I am bound here, I cannot leave the mortal world to rest. I’ve long accepted this punishment, but now you are here, a glimmer of hope to me!”

xxxHer face was close to yours now, the dead pair of eyes wide and hopeful. You opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what to say, but luckily for you she was intent on continuing on.

xxx“Just outside of the castle, there is an overgrown plant. It matches my flora.” She flicked her ghostly tail to show you the leaves. “It was planted there by the royal sorcerer, as a backup cure to lift the binding curse. I cannot leave this castle, please would you bring me some of its leaves?” she begged. “In return, you may stay here and rest as long as you need, as I will have no use for this place anymore. I can finally move on.”

xxxYou just nodded, meeting her eyes once again. She stepped around you, motioning for you to follow. You both stopped at the doors, still cracked open slightly from when you entered. Through the crack, you could see the plant growing—not far. You stepped into the cool night air. A faint scream-like sound could be heard as the leaves fluttered in the breeze. Creepy, you thought. Let's get this over with.

xxxA mistake. The moment your hoof touched the plant, the entire thing burst to life. Its vines grasped at you, leaves biting at your fur, pulling you down. A chilling laugh filled the air. You looked up and watched in shock as the ghost stepped outside of the castle doors.



xxx“But you… but the curse!” you managed, struggling against the clawing leaves, a futile attempt.

xxx“Foolish. My story was only half true. The curses were lifted when I died.”

xxxThe last thing you saw was her lifeless face ripping open to bare teeth, knowing she had won yet another soul to consume.


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[Exitium]

Username + ID: Exitium + 626371
Fawnae Name: Clarissa Vesper
Prompt (art piece allowed):
A specter in a field of ghostly lilies. Gray sky full of clouds, wind howling and branches twisting. Clarissa breathes out cold air, eyes wandering across the empty expanse before her. Stepping slowly, she notices her footsteps phase through the lilies around her, confusing her momentarily before it clicks. "Oh...I'm not..." she trailed off, clicking her mouth in disappointment. The words escape her as she continues to wander the field, practically floating as her hooves barely touch the earth beneath her. "A ghost...I'm a ghost" Clarissa finally admits it to herself, a weight lifting off her shoulders as she comes to terms with this fact. After all, this only means that she will never pass on. Perhaps she can make other ghostly or ghoulish friends in this permanent state? Making up her mind, Clarissa Vesper leaves the field of lilies she 'woke up' in, making it her mission to find some other fawn to accompany her in her ghostly life. Whether that be a vampire, elf, ghoul, another ghost, or some other creature...well, being.
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[Zombie.Queen]

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[katsue]

Username + ID: ♔Voltaire♔ + 749955
Fawnae Name: Oriel
Prompt (art piece allowed):
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"You're the only one who can see me, you know."

Her fingers pause where they have been tracing the grooves of the rotting oak floorboards, giving me a small smile that reaches her eyes. She says nothing but looks at me as if I've said something silly, her legs moving to crisscross as she leans forward in a playfully scrutinizing manner.

"Of course, I can," she states simply, fingers moving to dance along those sodden groves once more. Her stuffed rabbit sits idly beside her, slouched over and as lifeless as the being sat opposite of her, "I am not the only one. If you went outside everyone would see you, and then Mommy and Daddy would finally believe me."

Her crayons still lay haphazardly between us, the crinkled white paper in front of her alight in blue and lavender entropic swirls, which seem to be looming toward the feminine stick figure posing beside it. My canvas remains blank, taunting and teasing, and I sigh softly, the sound mixing with the howling wind outside. She smiles when she sees me staring longingly, pushing a few crayons in a silent bid for me to create my own masterpiece, the sight seeming to stir another spark of imagination in her as she grabs a darker blue crayon to begin creating more whirls on her page. Her words in what's left of my mind make the same motions as her hand, and even if I had a physical one, I haven't the heart to tell her otherwise.

"How did you come here?" I ask after that beat of silence, my voice gentle to not startle her. Her eyes remain glued to her work, tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth in focus.

"I waited until Mommy was asleep and then I climbed down the trellis," she answers, as if her actions were anything more than trivial. My smile fades into one of concern, and I sigh once more.

"You shouldn't sneak out late, especially to here," I chide gently, tilting my head as she remains embroiled in her coloring, "You know you aren't allowed here anymore."

"But I wanted to come see you. I always want to come see you, but Mommy says no one lives here anymore. She lies to me every time and it makes me mad," her explanation makes her body tense, the irritation rolling off of her in waves, "She tells me to never lie but she does to me, so why should I listen to her?"

"She loves you," I answer quickly, only to receive no response but an eye roll, "She wants you safe."

She drops her crayon then, looking up at me with sad olive eyes, her cheeks puffing out slightly. Though horridly ironic and quite literal, she stares right through me, and sighs, "Then why won't you come to see me?"

It's a question she has asked plenty of times and plenty of times I have offered her the same answer, "I must stay," I begin softly, searching her eyes with my own, "If I go, the wind may blow your pictures away." I motion to the now molding walls, myriads of vibrant drawings taped to the peeling and yellowed wallpaper from the middle of the wall to the floor. I turn back to her with a forced smile, eyes trailing back to the blank sheet of looseleaf before me. "I do not want to lose them. Not a single one."

"I can always draw you more, silly!" she giggles, appraising her own masterpiece before hopping up jubilantly with it in her little hands and skipping to the wall, searching high and low for a free spot to place it. She squeaks when she finds one and I watch her lovingly as she tapes it up to the wall with a grin, her hands moving to her hips proudly as she takes everything in with pride and satisfaction.

It takes some urging to see her off home, and once she disappears from my view from the broken window I sigh, once more alone in the cold and dark. However, when my eyes fall upon the colorful walls I feel a warmth once believed was reserved for the living, and I move to inspect her latest creation. That wave of warmth crashes over me once more when I do, and I almost wish I could cry- for on closer inspection, it seems as if that little stick-figure girl and the looming blue-purple swirl are holding hands.

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