[Benathorn]

Ceil

Owner: Bati
Gender: Male
Breedable: Yes
Type: Celtic Knot Elkrin

An Adventurous Fawn

The Celtlands and its inhabitants are celebrating their own holiday for a very special occasion! The Celtic Knot Elkrin have returned to the land, and even though their numbers have greatly fallen, two new fawns promise a bright future for this species. The Day of the Saints is to celebrate the union between the many species of Eldemore and it's people, it is also a day to drink and be marry as the vibrant people of the Celtlands hold festivities and rejoice in one another's company. One such happy occasion is the birth of twin fawns, their markings true to their Celtic Knot name, they have been brought out into the open in hopes that their future riders may be decided on this special day. This little male is quite the inquisitive type and has a passion for adventure. Already he is adorned with leather bands to protect his legs while traversing through the many thickets and thorn bushes nearby. He also sports a satchel pack to hold maps of the varying landscape of the Celtlands. But his eyes are set to far greater places. He hopes to find a rider who is not afraid to travel across the land into impending danger! That, and to also give him a few sweet rolls here and there (They are his favorite.) Hopefully during the festivities he will keep himself out of trouble while also finding his rider to be~

[Somnus]

WIP

[Robyn Hode.]

:Form:

Cael
(kale)

Yes

I didn't know how had I ended up here but one second I was at my home doing work the next second I was running away, tears blinding my eyes. I didn't want anything to do what had happened I didn't want it to happen but a small part of me said it would hurt me dearly when I came back. As I ran I heard people calling my name above the snickers, they may have been my close friends calling out my name or they could have stood there and snickered along with the rest not caring if I was hurt or not. It wasn't like it was the first time this had happened, that I was beyond hurt. It happened so many times that I began to laugh and hate myself along with them.
And so I ran, to the only place that I felt wanted, the only place that I could feel like myself again. I danced in the field that was long way from my home I felt the grass tickle my ankles. Feeling grow up to my knees towards my cheek from the deeper I went into the field. It felt like I was myself again when I was young and ignorant of reality. I felt alive and it felt oh so good. I suddenly gasped as my feet felt like they stopped on their own as I felt like I was going to fall. I looked down at the empty hole under my toes as a yelp escaped my lips. It suddenly dawned on me this wasn’t my usual spot, the one I went to every time I felt sad or angry with myself. This place felt dead and nothing I felt before and soon it would have been my grave. My arms flailed feebly as I felt myself teetering back and forth. I would have fallen if it wasn’t that anchor, that one that felt safe as it grabs on my jacket and held me from falling over. When I calmed myself I was about to tell the person thank you for saving me but as I turned around something hit me not physically but mentally. It wasn’t like the hate I always feel, this almost felt safe. As I looked into the eyes of the creature that saved me it felt familiar like we had done this for. Only one word came to my lips it was a name. “Cael.” I gasped. “Yes my foolish Laeigh It is me, you better watch your step next time you walk somewhere you are not familiar with.”
“How do you know my name?” I asked a bit scared.
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[PPr:Kut]

:Form:

Name:

Vheteris, the name of the Celtic God that could have been a hunting God, War God, or Healing/Death God. His nickname is Terry, and his title is "Terry the Brave".

Breedable:

Yes, however, he is oblivious when it comes to other fawns, erm, fawning over him.

Short Story:

WIP!!!!!!!!!

[Flowerdust]

:Form:

Name:

Kian
"key-in"
Means "Ancient or enduring" in Irish

Breedable:

Yes

Short Story:

The Spirt of Adventure
Based on the will o' wisp legend
Kian stood in a the small stable where the villagers had put him, boardom taking over the young stags adventure loving heart. Sticking his head out Kian noticed a large butterfly floating lazily on a soft spring breeze. A mischievous look set on Kian's face as he mouthed on the dinky lock holding him captive. A couple minutes later the tiny stag stood outside of his former prison a smug look on his young face. Kian quickly found his small floating treasure trotting after it into the woods, his heart light and merry. The sky was growing darker and darker as Kian followed the now glowing butterfly. His little yellow eyes glowed with excitement, seemingly only having eyes for his "treasure." The twists and turns of the rough forest path added more and more of the stunning insects. Underbrush tore at his nimble legs as he sped up to keep up with the butterflies. Just as Kian had caught up to the insects they suddenly stopped. They hovered over a small campground were a young adventurer with firey red hair slept. With the help of the "butterflies" Kian had found his destined rider and a forever friend.

[.sweetypie.]

Aengus asleep on his giant sweet roll bed <333

:Form:

Name:

Aengus

Pronunciation:
(EEN gus)

The name has significant meanings relating to his personality, and it is of Irish origin. The name meanings go as following: aon, meaning ”excellent”, and gus, meaning ”strength” or ”vigor”. Aengus was the Irish god of love and of youth. His words were as sweet as honey, attracting bees and birds. He fell deeply in love with a beautiful girl he saw in a dream and passed through many trials, including turning himself into a swan in order to win her love. I felt this name fit because of his young age and loving ways, and of course the sweet nature of the name reminded me of his favorite food: sweet rolls. The poet William Butler Yeats immortalized his search in “The Song of Wandering Aengus”:

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream,
And caught a little silver trout.

Breedable:

Yes

Short Story:

Elkrin wander through the wood,
Searching for one to fit them good.
A rider same, not one with them,
A soul from which, love will stem.

Wide they search, wide they reach,
They like to venture, many do preach.
Encounter one, be on its way,
May you be blessed with time of day.

I tell of one you've may not heard,
The Celtic fawn goes not by herd.
Not many to see, few to go,
Its objects revealed by moon a-glow.

What you seek, you may not find,
For this one is elusive kind.
Try you may, try you might,
Your only chance is in the night.

The male, its maps, the girl, its jewels,
These twins be not brought up by fools.
Protect they can, protect they will,
Retrieve the objects, prove great skill.

One be brave, one be bright,
So bear with you gifts, or end your plight.
Sweet rolls for one, the other is tough,
Like a diamond in the rough.

People wander through the wood,
Searching for one to fit them good.
An Elkrin same, not one with them,
A soul from which, love will stem.

We sang the songs by the flame that licked hungrily at our faces, but yet it did next to nothing to disturb the inky darkness that surrounded us. It was merely five humans around the fire, Adair, Dugan, Sabrina, Roran, and I, Blair. I had traveled a great distance by foot to visit my cousin here, as I had never met him but by letter, and wished to better understand my distant family. His name, Dugan Burns, came from his father and my uncle. All members of his immediate family were now since passed, as he was an only child, now twenty one born from elder parents. He was quite close to Sabrina Breckenridge, also twenty one, at the time, for she too had no immediate family. I glanced up from the flames to see them close at each other's sides, sitting across from me, fingers intertwined, cheeks just touching. I watched as the light caressed their loving faces, seeing just how inseparable they were as they sang in harmony.

I had Adair Breckenridge to my left, Roran Fitzpatrick to my right. I know their names seem quite peculiar, but I was in Celtic lands at the time. Adair's head was covered in a mess of flaming red hair, and freckles ran rampant across his small, rounded nose and under his hazelnut brown eyes. He was squeamishly thin, nothing but skin on his bony frame, and he was the ripe old age of ten at the time. I didnt have room to talk about youth though, i was a measely five years older at the time. His sister Sabrina was a vision of Celtic beauty, seeming in no way related to Adair when they sat side-by-side. Flowing auburn hair carried flecks of gold as it traveled down narrow shoulders to a small waist, curling elegantly on the tree trunk she sat upon. She had an average nose, curled to a gentle end just above small, pink lips that curled sweetly as she smiled. The sun seemed to have kissed her rather than the beating Adair received, as the freckles were sprinkled across her face like a morning dew, highlighting the autumn red flecks in her shocking eyes. Similar to mine, Dugan's hair framed his face with wild curls, but was instead a strawberry blonde, completely in contrast to my light brunette streaked with a bronze and gold luster. His eyes were an olive green, nearly black in the darkness, and reflected the fire with a fierce love for Sabrina. His face held the lightest of pinkish freckles, they seemed to have been dry brushed across his cheeks.

I could not help but to stare when I had first come across Roran. I arrived fatigued from my long and perilous journey, my vision blurry, my legs quivering weakly. I stumbled out from the cover of the trees, but my first step taken in the light of the clearing was a doozy. My foot felt numb, and it gave out under my leg. I fell to the ground, but ceased to stop, and I began to tumble down the gentle slope. I let my eyes slide shut, my arms go limp. I simply gave up fighting, trying to stop rolling. I eventually came to a slow stop, and I just lay there, the inside of my eyelids red from the bright sun shining through. I heard quick, heavy footsteps, and felt a hand fall gently on my shoulder. A sweet breath caressed my face, easing my eyes slowly open. "Are you alright?" It was a deep, magnificent voice, it made my heart stutter. I saw a form slowly come into shape above me, a large, muscular male. His hair was a dark auburn, and it hung over his electric green eyes, shielding their beauty from me. I tried to bring myself to brush it away, but all I got out of my arm was a small twitch. He had beautiful, angled cheekbones, and lips that gently framed beautiful white teeth. His eyes stared into mine, and I brought my self to mutter a reply. "Yes, I"m just..." my words were cut off, my sentence ending in a mumble, my head felt like it was suddenly high in the clouds, and my vision suddenly went dark.

"Blair? Blair, are you okay?" I heard a familiar voice, and I smile crept across my face. I mumbled to him, and I felt a sudden pressure as he grabbed my hand. "Dougan?" He let go of my hand just a little. "Yes baby, it's me. Are you alright?" I smiled and opened my eyes to see the concerned face of my older cousin. His face brightened instantly and he wrapped his arms tightly around me. He let go and looked back curiously. "So, I know how you got Darcy, and of course Amber and Talia, but how about you tell me about this little guy." He exclaimed, motioning nonchalantly at the little green fawn curled up by my head. I giggled and reached for the little fawn, and he snuggled closer to me, nudging my hand. "Well, I'll tell you. But first, I know Sabrina and little Adair, but who's this?" I said, laying my hand on the arm of the guy that found me. I felt a small jolt of electricity go through my arm, making my fingers tingle. I saw him wince, and knew he had felt the same way. Dougan hadn't seemed to have noticed, and continued our conversation. "This is my friend, Roran. He found you when you took a tumble down the hill. He carried you here to the cabin, was in quite a rush too." I felt my cheeks burn hot and looked around the room, just now figuring out where I was. It was the cabin Dougan had told me about in his letters, a charming little place with several antique pieces. I felt Roran move and I pulled my arm away, looking up to see him stand. He offered me his hand and helped me to sit up on the small couch. "I'm glad you're alright. I was worried when I saw you collapse like that, not a very good way to meet someone." Adair bounced up from his spot on the floor, and I ruffled his hair playfully. "How about a story now?" He grinned when I suggested it. "Yes, please!" I sat up strait and looked into the eyes of each of my listeners; Dougan to my left, an intent look on his face, Sabrina holding Adair close on the floor on the opposite of the coffee table, and Roran to my right, his hand placed gently on mine.

"I had just left my house when the smell of burned goods touched my nose; I had forgotten about my sweet rolls. I sprinted for the door and threw it open, running for my oven. I cautiously opened the door and quickly pulled out the batched with my mittened hand, careful not to drop them. several had burned, but I picked out two that seemed to be in good shape. I slipped them into my bag and ran back outside, already anxious from the daylight I was loosing. I hoped to get here around midday so I would have time to catch up. I ran at intervals, only slowing down to give my runes a break from flying. When Darcy and I bonded, I acquired incredible endurance and was able to keep going. I came across a small river and stopped to take a drink, only to loose my map to the current. I was suddenly lost and desperate, without a clue where to go. I sat down on a rock to think, and took out my sweet rolls for a snack. Just before my first bite, a Celtic Elkrin fawn emerged from the wood, a bag of maps perched on its hip. I offered it the snack, and he gobble it hungrily. He offered the way and guided me here. I never would have made it without him."

They all stared at the little fawn at my feet in wonder, and I reached down to pat his head. "Have you named him?" Adair looked at me intently, awaiting my answer. "No, I haven't found anything that fits, I don't really know any Celtic names." I subconsciously leaned to my right, feeling Roran's shoulder at my side. His arm wrapped around me, and his chin nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck. I felt instantly relaxed, at home in his arms with Darcy. But it felt strange. It didn't feel the same with the little Elkrin as it did with Darcy. He reached down to touch him, and the moment they touched, something happened. The fawn's markings began to glow, along with Roran's eyes. Lines began to crawl across his face, and marking's like the Elkrin's came into shape. The glowing ceased, and Roran looked up at me, golden runes shining on his face. "His name is Aengus."

I hope you liked the little twist, I just felt that the more I wrote about Aengus, the more I knew Blair just didn't fit him. If I am graced with this Elkrin, his bearer will be Roran.

Characters
I just put up some pics for a point of reference c:

Blair~
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Sabrina~
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Adair~
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Dougan~
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Roran~
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[Vespur]

Name:
Ceil
It does not have much of a different meaning to this name, or even a hint of another language inside of it. Although, the really reason I picked this name is from the way Celtic has all the letters that make up his name. Plus, the ring sounds very dashing for this male. The name for this little fawn is sort of mysterious to the ways of his adventures of traveling, and somewhat caring as well which is why he brings in scrolls for the event and was found on a day of joy and merry. So in the end, the name Ceil fit this little guy in a way that to me brought out a different side to him.

Breedable:
Oh, yes. When he gets older and finds the right girl I will surely have him breed.
Personality Traits:
Oh he is fearless, sweet, playful, merry, daring and joking.

Artwork:
-Larger Version
Little Ceil holding a four leaf clover, and small version is above

Short Story:
The Celtic Leaf Fesitval
A small light flicked against the layed yellow material as his tiny yellow eyes opened to the new day's sunrise. For Ceil, he always wished to see the sunrise that would light him hope for the adventures ahead. Yet as he glanced around the small little tent where his body layed curled against a warm mattress and blanket the cold was driving him further into sleep. As he heard the sudden flap of the tent being opened one of his main friends entered inside with a warm smile on his face for the new day ahead. "Come on out little bud, you have to get out their today in the land and see if anyone wants to buy our maps," he said to the little emerald fawn that peered over to his shopkeeper with a small smirk. It was normal for him to wake up early, get into position, and work on showing off his cute small smile and selling maps to the land for the traveling unknown people who were here for the day of the festival. The set up yesterday before hand was hard work for the fawn, but the smell and sights and sounds of the morning build to the afternoon soon drove him out of his bed as he shook his fur lightly. The smell and sights where somewhat close to a theme park but without the rides. The land was borrowed for the old fashion stands from back in the time, and now held food, parties and games as well, that where all set up in a large field that was bought. It was dazzling. Taking in a deep breath he moved his body though the flap to be blasted with the smell of the cooking food of his stand that got his belly rumbling in delight. Looking over, he saw some old fashion Celtic food on a stand which consisted of deserts, including his favorite treat after the days work: sweet rolls. He licked his lips softly, and upon hearing the noise the stand owner and his two other pals looked over with a chuckle. The one that greeted him came down to crouch in front of him with a gentle pet to his head. "Alright then boy, you ready? Perhaps today will be the day you find someone here you connect to. You and us had no suck luck from our jobs, but with all the people this afternoon I am sure you will find someone who will take your maps as a symbol of adventure for you, and not just for the adventure in the location." Before pulling away and returning to cook up the rest of the food. And him-without-a-name-yet ran out from behide the stand with his spirit soaring as high as the sunrise sun.

It was afternoon, and the start of the music could be heard all around him as the sudden arrival of the guests came into the clearing. He was excited, but more so from the fact it seemed like today was the day he felt like he would find himself a trainer. He had dreams about the trainer, someone brave, strong, with a good build, and who was unafraid. The fawn assumed that type would be here - as festivals usually attracted those types of people. He watched with his sparking eyes as rune dragons appeared large and small with their own, and if his eyes did trick him he was sure he noticed an ancient or two lurking in the woods like a shadow. He was quite surprised by the amount of guests that came this year though the opening. It was a massive amount of guests. With his fur glowing in the small sunlight, and the festival hopping with music, food and games, he straightened up with a smile as people arrived to him to motion to his maps that was held inside his bag. Later that day, as the main event began to start-up and people left his side to head to the edge of the clearing he watched with interest, searching for his would-be-trainer, who had yet to show himself.

As the people cleared out for the show, suddenly a small dog sized creature landed on his back with a grin on his black and red furred face. Ceil, who knew it was a vampire rune, bucked his back a few times to remove the rune, but with a small whistle from behide him he turned to see a human female standing there with her arm outstretched towards the vampire rune. The little rune grumbled a few words, and flew over to her arm as another rune from the bushes came out in a bound to skid to a halt beside her. The little fawn was not ready for a duel, but by the way she was smiling he expected she was not going to hurt him either. With a small pet to her vampire rune she whispered to the two softly, and with their face's grinning the bounded off towards the event with excitement on the festive magic show, animal show of runes, and the ending final that he didn't know of. The human came closer with her hand 'outstretched towards him as Ceil took one step back. He wasn't sure why, but he was afraid. The human pulled her hand back and got down onto her knees in the grass below so she was about his own height. "Hello their," she spoke with a soft voice that made his head pull forward and his ears perk. "I was coming to grab a map for my future rune adventures. Do you have any that might be for the for the Oriental Isles?" She questioned him as he tilted his head a bit at her question. It was an interesting place to pick, as he always wished to visit their for the Jade Palace is settled at the heart of the islands as well. That was well on his list, and even with the map laying against his side he was a bit sad to see it go since it was his sort of vacation destination. Moving his head to his side he opened his mouth to grab the scroll between his teeth gently, and then hand it to her as he heard some soft cheering in the background. The girl smiled softly, and as he began to turn away to head back to his tent to rest for a bit till his next job he heard the girl's voice pipe up again with a soft desire hidden inside her words. "Hey, um I know your busy but mind hanging out with me till my dragon's return? I am alone, and well you seem like you could use the break for some festival fun." Ceil looked back over to the tent, and with a glance back he nodded once to her and bounded off after her as they began to crawl into the late afternoon.

It was well onto sunset the time they stopped their fun. The main event lasted a few hours, and already the pair had played a few carnival games of toss the ring, darts, launching frogs, and even one fortune-teller that he didn't quite understand. It was a blast he must have said, and as they both walked together towards a food stand his mouth began to water at the menu that owned his favorite snack. His own shop with his friends that did the sweet rolls. The girl looked over to him with a laugh as Ceil tried to push his nose over the counter of the stand and see if he could see the roll. His boss arrived shortly after with a small deep laugh as he stared down at his friend. "Ceil, sell any scrolls? A sweet roll, well sir if you did your job you can have one," he said with a smirk as the little Elkrin grabbed his bag from between his teeth and set it onto the table with only one scroll left. "Alright boy you get your sweet roll, and now for you miss?" He asked as Ceil grabbed the roll he threw at him in his mouth. "Um, three sweet rolls please," she asked as Ceil finished chewing the desert, and she grabbed her bag with the food and gave another sweet roll to Ceil.

The night arrived, and with the party going on in a slow, calming manner it seemed even the teens where beginning to get worn down from the festival. They began to leave into the forest with their runes, elkrin's, and other creatures as well, and yet the girl remained with a sad expression as the little vampire rune slept on her shoulder. "I have no desire to leave you Ceil, but it is late and I have a sudden desire to not go because of you. What do you think?" She asked him, and Ceil shrugged his shoulders as he looked back over to his tent. It was true the festival didn't begin again till the next year, and he had three scrolls with him that he could use to go off on an adventure, but what would his boss say? He glanced again at the girl's face, her eyelids drooping, before running off quickly towards the tent where his team was packing up. The boss noticed him first and smiled softly as he packed a scroll into a large box. "Well boy you returned, came to help?" The little Elkrin shook his head, and somewhat nervously he pulled out his favorite scroll that showed the Jade Palace that he never gave away to anyone. "Boy, your leaving aren't you." 'It was more of a statement then a question. Ceil nodded. "Well I was wondering when you would. This was never a full-time job little guy, so I have no claim to you. You are meant to be free, and my gift before you go is that bag with my scrolls. I want you to find the secrets of Eldemore that even an old man might never find. This is your adventure, and I will take no part in. Plus, I watched you today with that trainer, she looks like a young one with much to see in her life, and you might be the key to bringing your spark to her. I will never forget you Ceil, but I will miss you little buddy." He told before bending down to hug him around his small neck.

Then, as he gave the boss a tiny lick to his cheek he ran after the girl to find she was waiting for him by the rock still with her rune, and oddly with a smirk on her face. "Ready to begin?" The elkrin only smiled as he bounded after her with his boss's words in his ears. His hopes high, and the bag still at his hip, he moved on though the dark night clearing. Soon in the dusk he heard the music fade away, the food smell gone, and the friends he made in his memory, as the dream awaited him from beyond this job to a whole new world he had yet to discover with his new trainer at his side. He looked over at her with a smile and pushed his head to her hand at her side. "Thank you my little charm on this day," she spoke before rubbing his nose and they both faded into the tree shadows.

In the end got carried away a lot with this Elkrin. The word count is from wordcounter.net and it is a total of 1916. Hope you don't mind the length. x3

[Sneky]

This guy is so cute! Expect some art for the winner!!

[Shiko Hayashi]

Definitely trying out for this handsome boy. I am Celt after all. To be able to own this boy would truly be a treasure.
^_^


pronounced: reese
(like as in a Reece's Peanut Butter cup)
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" y e s, of course. He seems to rambunctious and full of life. I would love nothing more than to see him with children of his own. "

was a cold, blustery evening when I waltzed into the town of Enborough. People were lively, calling from taverns and shops as they made their way about the world, the joy of Saint Patrick's day finally arriving effecting everyone within the town. My own spirit was beginning to grow lighter just being there.
It had been a harsh journey. Dangers had lurked at every corner, as if intent on delaying my arrival. Only the thought of the twin fawns kept me going, hope springing alive within me like a meadow of shamrocks.
I sighed with relief as I spotted the inn I had researched beforehand. I walked through the double wooden doors, marveling at the boisterous crowd within it. Beer passed from hand to hand as people celebrated, patting each other on the backs and listening to the stray musician playing upon his pan flute. I settled into one of the chairs in the back, my bones groaning with relief as I sunk into the warm wood of the chair.
It didn't take long for me to start to pick out the individual gossip among the people.
"Did you hear? The twins were finally born!" "We're saved!" "I can't believe it! Twins!""It's a miracle, that it is."
I smiled in spite of myself. The rumors had spread nicely. This would make my work easier.

It only two a few more minutes for someone to gossip about the location of the fawns, marveling over how the mare had chosen the simplest conditions. I stood up, barely repressing a shudder of exhaustion as I limped out the door and started to head towards my next destination.
The Greenborough Fields.

It wasn't a long walk, and I almost laughed when I saw it. It was beautiful rolling hill, having full view of the town, but sheltered by the shades of the forest beside it. It was perfect. As I ascended the hill, I noticed that here and there patches of clover grew. I was so caught up in the accumulating growth of the clovers that I barely noticed the fawns when I came up to them. I froze, staring at the two fawns that lay beside each other. The mare rested beside them, watching me with wary, but warm eyes. I glanced at their feet, noticing the gifts there. When I looked back up, two sets of eyes stared at me with such intensity that I staggered to my knees before them.
"I've come to ask for your permission...."
I breathed, staring into the eyes of the mother.
"Let me take care of one of your children. Please. Grant me the companion that I need for my journey. Grant me one of your fawns as a friend."
I whispered, glancing away as she snorted and leaned forward. She nuzzled one of the fawns forward, a squeak resounding as he tumbled forward gracelessly. He glared at me, then the glare shifted into excitement. He glanced at his mother, then glanced at me. I stared at the fawn, awed. He was handsome, with a bag strapped around his waist. It must have been given to him by one of the villagers. His pelt was a beautiful array of green and yellow markings, but what caught my attention the most were his eyes.
A bright, curious yellow. Eyes that saw me not as a being with right and wrong, but just as a normal being that served simply to live. It was more than I could bear. I felt tears welling within my eyes as I stood and gently rested a hand upon the fawn.
"Thank you....."
I whispered, my heart swelling. The mother had chosen me. And he had chosen me. "Rhys...." I whispered, feeling the name roll off of my tongue as I stared into those eyes. He snorted and pawed the ground approvingly.

That was the beginning of our adventures.
But not the end of our story.

[Kirbylover901]

Name:

Cvelet.

Breedable:

Yes, if he grows up.

Short Story:

With the pale dawn morning casting milky yellow clouds into the Celtland Flickering Vales, and delicate emerald colored clovers, all was seemingly peaceful.

WIP