Name:
Whirlwind.
I chose this name because of her swirling patterns, which look like a whirlwind.
Breedable:
Yes, please. After losing her family, I'm sure it would be a great joy to Whirlwind if she had a fawn.
Short Story:
Coast Wolves
(Kaylee talks in black. Whirlwind talks in blue.)
The wind howled, salty wet drops of water pounding my fur as I ran along the beach desperately. I had to find my family, they were here somewhere! Ice crackled with malicious glee as my hooves hit the loose substance, and my ears were drooping with the weight of my grief. My spirit seemed to howl along with the stormy coast landscape, with sand strewn all over the few weak patches of grass that grew nearby. Even the waves were enraged- their white foam blazed with icy light that seemed alien somehow. Faded patterns of currents and blue stones barely shone now on my frigid fur, as if they had given up hope too. This the end of me, I thought grimly. Another frosty gale slammed into my already shriveled body, and I stumbled on the wet sand, collapsing on the ground.
With Kirin at my side, the breezes of Eldemore felt even more refreshing as I strolled along the frothy shallows of the coast. Without hungry Leones and Dire Wolves, me and my new fawn could enjoy the landscape in peace, a rare thing I felt anymore with so many creatures to care for. "The cool salty breeze, the soft sand, and the blazing sun- what could be better?" I mused, smiling. But it faded as a greenish object came into view, and I blinked. A creature in peril? I wasn't expecting adventure this time, despite encountering it so many times before. Kirin backed away, as if he was afraid of the possibility of another human. Ghostly mist rolled in as a Dire Wolf and its Warden came into view, an injured Elkrin doe at the Warden's side. With a standard brown shirt, blue jeans and a black jacket, the black haired Warden didn't look intimidating, and his soft green eyes were almost glowing with despair. His partner had pitch-black fur, and fierce red eyes. Although it was large, every Eldemore resident knew how deadly a Dire Wolf could be if it unleashed its magic. The Dire Wolf was growling in a spectral way, black twin tails twirling as it watched with a hungry glare at the lifeless Elkrin. "It's alive... but barely." The Warden whispered to his partner, applying a leaf to a red spot in the doe's front left leg. An eye flickered slightly on the creature, and a mournful groan escaped from its throat.
I awoke to an evil sight: a human, with some sort of canine with two tails next to them. While the Warden seemed kind and relieved, his companion was the opposite- its pitiless eyes and raised hackles showed that it was going to strike me at any time. This triggered a vague memory of another Seaside Elkrin, telling me to avoid Dire Wolves. Was that the name? Dire Wolf? It seemed so odd and strange, like my family's disappearance and the gashes on my body. My family! Another tear fell to the sand, and my eyes closed with the fragment of memory with more humans, trying to get me away from my home. What didn't they understand? Another burst of searing pain exploded in my neck as the Warden applied another herb to a small cut on my neck, and a small moan escaped my throat. The Dire Wolf licked its lips, ignoring the smooth tone of its Warden.
As I moved in stealthily, almost silent, I stood a few lengths away from the incident. "What happened?" I asked quietly, and the Warden and his Wolf turned to me. "This survivor was attacked by the Eldmore coast." He murmured, the Wolf glaring at Kirin hungrily. "Attacked by the coast?" I repeated. "There was a storm last night, and while searching for her family, this Seaside Doe got severely injured. After her herd left, she's been running along the beach ever since- it's a sickening sight to us villagers." He shuddered. As he finished, the Dire Wolf burst loose and leaped past me, clawing Kirin and screeching wickedly. "No, Noir, no!" The man yelled, grabbing his Dire Wolf as I sidestepped neatly and screamed. "Get your thing off!" I screeched, tearing bushels of dark fur out as I ripped the impaling creature away from my precious fawn. Releasing my grip through its magic, the Dire Wolf turned on me and slashed at my cheek leaving a crimson mark and snarling in my face. Kirin was running in circles, running around and whining at the vicious beast as attacked me. A sudden memory surged thorough my head- it was one of the Elkrin, I knew by the strange scenery. Was the Dire Wolf telling me something?
Salty spray was twisting in a whirlwind around teal and cadet blue fur. The doe was seemingly wailing, racing around in a frenzied dance of panic. Twisters of froth battered the damp, frosty ears of the Elkrin. A giant wave, enhanced by a powerful gust of wind, knocked the doe to the sandy ground, leaving it unconscious.
I managed to tilt my head up, taking in all that I was seeing. The Dire Wolf was assaulting another human, with a young pinkish red fawn, with white markings. A sudden protectiveness rushed through me for the fawn- maybe losing my family had caused this. Tears starting to burst out again, I got up slowly, then looked at the fawn. It stared back, cowering at the Dire Wolf. Foam licked my legs again, and the female human's eyes misted for a second. They snapped back, and the girl dodged a weak attack by the Wolf, then ran over to me. Her face was bleeding in a number of places. She spoke firmly to the man.
"Why do you have a Dire Wolf with you?" I asked firmly, eyes hard but sympathetic for the poor doe. A thin smile formed on the man's lips as the Dire Wolf came to his side. "Well, girl, I am one of the natives..." He took off his hat and he seemed to transform into a different man with a flourish. His pants were now sleek and black, with a belt and a small dagger in his hand. His jacket was relfelcive and smokey, and his brown shirt was a muddy color. His jacket was lined with soft teal fur. It was honestly rather creepy, and the man continued . "I'm an Elkrin Hunter!" He announced, twirling his dagger. "Elkrins like these are valuable- why not take them and sell them to the rich?" His green eyes now looked evil and angry, and so did his Dire Wolf's red ones. A sudden howl interrupted him, and he looked up. "The Whitemoons!" He cursed, shaking his fist. I looked up at the sky, astonished at what I was seeing.
WIP, currently contains around 1100 words.