[ᚻadou]

:Form:
Name:
--thinking on this--
Personality:
-protective-strong willed-brave-
more to come soon of course c:
Breed-able:
selective breeding, in other words, you'd have to ask, and I'd see if she was a good fit, I don't want him fathering 9382 million fawns cx
Why do you wish to have him:
well, I was scrolling through the oekaki forms, and stumbled across a drawing of a fawn, I clicked on the picture, and it had a link to adopt one of the species. Naturally I did, I adore deer, and creatures similar, my fursona is a deer as well. And, so i decided I'd try to adopt one, I looked through the few up for adoption and this guy caught my eye right away. I love his colors, grey is my favorite color, with deep red my second, funny because his antlers are a dark red. So, the color scheme, and design I really love, and the species I just adore, so cute and majestic. I'd love to have this guy as my own, and roleplay and draw him bunches c:
Art/Story/Poem:
some art work to come, today if I stay home, tomorrow if I go out

[Desmond]

:Form:

Name:

Kathral

Personality:

Kathral is secretive; he's the reflection in the water, the ghost in the blown snow, and the light shadow in the moonlight. He shuns contact from others, but not necessarily out of fear or dislike of company - Kathral is mute, and does not like conveying this fact to others... and he certainly does not appreciate further communication, as body language is, for most of the creatures around him, beyond comprehension. He has grown bitter because of this, fully believing that all lifeforms are inherently stupid, and he is one of the few exceptions that have fallen out of the norm... in other words, cursed with the knowledge that he is alone.

Breedable:

Yes, but only to a select few. I'll be extremely picky, because I get very attached to my characters.

Why do you wish to have him:

I've been stalking this species since the foal lines were posted, hoping one would call out for me. Kathral's gorgeous greys and those dark ruby antlers... they pull at me. They're my favorite colors, and when I see them together - since they so often clash - I truly appreciate the combination. Furthermore, I love his type's story. I guess I'm one of the crazy ones that likes to imagine seeing shapes in snow, fog or the moonlight - I love imagining that they're either looking after me, or making sure I get out of their territory without making a mess. I adore the mystery involved in such characters... and I see that in him.

Art/Story/Poem:

A bird fluttered overhead, eyeing Kathral's antlers as though they were golden perches. He shook his head, his hooves skittering on the ice as he gathered himself and put his weight on his cold, numb legs. It had been a harsh night; snow had gathered on his sides and clung to his fur, aging him by several years. He knew, soon, it would be time for him to return to the outskirts of the nearby village*, letting his magic run through the humans there to keep him from harm - and the timing was perfect. The snow would camouflage him, keeping him hidden from the infernal beasts his kind had adapted so keenly to, so that he could remain alone... where he belonged.

Stamping a hoof, he startled away the little bird that had woken him, then started toward his usual area. Not many humans visited the graveyard, and it had become one of his favorite haunts when he needed to release the pent-up magic in his runes. They had started to believe he was a ghost remnant of his own kind, protecting the dead... or some such rubbish. It was a decent story, at least, that kept them away. They were primitive folk... unable to comprehend that perhaps creatures presumed to be dead could still be around, using their presence without their knowledge or consent.

Standing under the old willow that marked the oldest grave, Kathral raised his head, his sides heaving as he opened himself to the sleeping settlers that he was so silently intruding upon. Sunrise wouldn't be for another fifteen minutes... plenty of time to vanish. Except -

In front of him, a figure in a thick black robe stood, holding a small wooden cross on a string of beads. Kathral recognized him immediately - the local religious leader, often seen praying or holding services in his tiny dilapidated church, or helping bury the deceased in the very hollowed ground that the pair now shared. He was far too close to be remembered as a ghost or shadow... or even a figment of the imagination. But he was frozen as well, his hooves too numb to steadily carry him at speed.

Slowly, the priest approached, a small, awed smile on his face as he considered the semi-legendary creature that stood before him, shivering from antlers to hooves. "You must be cold. Come with me... I'll get you warmed up."

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Note: I'm running out of time on this computer, and don't know if I can finish this, but the story continues to see Kathral and the priest bond - though Kathral is allowed to be as elusive as he pleases. He's eventually recognized as a spirit of the little "Church" - which, to them, is the "religious-type" magic learning facility.

*This village is placed somewhere in a rough/wild area of the Celtlands, where the people study various healing, survival and "religious" - or life/death and protection-style - magics. They're a little primitive compared to most Celtlandic peoples, only because they are so remotely located, and cut off from all other society. They exist similarly to the Amish in that they are relatively self-governing and have similar roles passed from through family and marriage bonds. The "Priest" mentioned has one of these roles; he's one of the "religious" magics masters, having been trained in the art since he was a child.
I really hope it's okay that I made this little village; I'm not sure how it fits into Eldamore, as it's not something I'm familiar with yet... but I'd love to look into it more once I have a computer again.

[Benathorn]

You have two more days to complete your forms before the judging date.
Good luck to everyone~

[Benathorn]

This Elkrin will be judged in less than two hours.
Be sure to finish your forms before then and good luck~

[Benathorn]

Closed for judging.
Will announce the winner later tonight ~

[Benathorn]

Winner Announced!

Congratulations to maluruloki

Thank you to everyone who participated and showed interest in this adoption.
A big congratulations to maluruloki for winning the Silvervale Elkrin Stag! Your form was very well done and the story was immersing and filled with enchantment. Also, I loved the poem and image you did as well and everything added up to create a form that showed how much effort you placed in it. A big thank you again to everyone who took part and I enjoyed reading through the stories and forms everyone submitted. I hope to see you in future adoptions and that you all enjoyed participating in this one~ Thorn

[maluruloki]

Winner Announced!

Congratulations to maluruloki

Thank you to everyone who participated and showed interest in this adoption.
A big congratulations to maluruloki for winning the Silvervale Elkrin Stag! Your form was very well done and the story was immersing and filled with enchantment. Also, I loved the poem and image you did as well and everything added up to create a form that showed how much effort you placed in it. A big thank you again to everyone who took part and I enjoyed reading through the stories and forms everyone submitted. I hope to see you in future adoptions and that you all enjoyed participating in this one~ Thorn

Much squealing was done on my end of the internet! Many thanks, Bena! I can't WAIT to see if an RP shows up for the Elkrins. He will be very much present in the fanclub as well.