[Benathorn]

Ryoko

Owner: the.Marshmallow.Owl
Gender: Male
Breedable: Yes
Type: Forager Elkrin

The Survivors
The Forager Elkrin are hardy beast that can live in almost any terrain. They have adapted their bodies to withstand famine and lack of water, thus making them perfect mounts for long perilous trips across the land. They are certainly not the most sought after beast though, but to the well informed, a Forager Elkrin can be more valuable to a traveler then all the gold in the land. In addition to the breed forgoing nutrients more so then others, they can also find a single drop of water among an arid desert or a patch of grass among the crags of a barren mountain. Their senses are highly attuned to their surroundings and they are experts when it comes to surviving. Their pelts are earth colored, ranging from dark greens to soft browns, the only distinguishing colors being the bright bands that wrap around their legs and tails. And though these Elkrin are not as lavished as some of the others of their kind, they are down to earth and sociable creatures, making them popular among the more common folk of Eldemore rather than the nobles or rich merchants. One can never become lost or starved with this breed and their loyalty to their Riders has no match.

[.sweetypie.]

I'm in love <333
His colors are so gorgeous, and I love the new lines!

[Thelastsilhouette]

This drawing is amazing!

[Sphye]

Wow, he's gorgeous. I love the new stag lineart, too. I may actually try for him, if I can think of a good story.

[Dr. Paine]

:Form:

Name:

Technically, he has no name. Ardent (check the link for rider info) isn't one to give names to creatures-- Mirala only got one because Marcella happened to be around. Besides, Ardent would argue that he is still a wild animal at heart, and no wild creature has need of a name. She usually just calls him Stag, though others of her unit have taken to calling the elkrin Scout, due to his endurance and sharp senses.

Breedable:

Yes.

Short Story:

Ardent ground her teeth together, doubling over and falling to her knees, wrapping her arms tight around her stomach. Her rations had run out fourteen days ago. The meat from her horse lasted six days after that, but repeated freezings and thawings had left it so putrid, even Mirala would have refused to touch it.

Gods be kind, she needed food. Anything; a bird, a fox or hare, she'd take a bite of grass or frozen berries or anything. The Commander groaned softly, tearing up a fistful of snow and biting into it, desperate for liquid and hoping the solid snow might help the pain in her belly.

She shivered, another spasm wracking her stomach.

'Stupid woman. On your feet, you'll die if you let yourself sit here,' she told herself. Ardent took a deep breath, the freezing air stabbing at her lungs, and hauled herself up to her feet and took a step forward. Then another, another and another, focusing simply on moving one foot in front of the other.

She had to live.
Had to get home. Carry on the news of her unit's destruction, let them know of just what roamed the forest and would surely be bearing down on Ordance before the sun rose again.

'Of course we get sent out during the sunless days', she thought bitterly, for the thousandth time. It was important, she knew that, to know what might be lurking in the black, and perhaps they should have been better prepared; other rangers had been bringing back terrifying news over the past few months. Great, feral dire wolves and blizzard runes twice again Borealis' size, and thrice as violent; banshees, wraiths and ghouls and gods knew what else. Such tales had existed as long as Ardent could remember, but tales were one thing. Bodies frozen so solid they shattered, torn to so many pieces they couldn't be identified... those were another.
A reason to keep moving, above all else.
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The sun never shone, but sometimes the moon would. It glittered and sparkled over the iced branches and frozen ground, showing that not one speck of life could be found-- even the trees, Adrent thought, surely had to be dead and frozen to the core. The needles looked black, the trunks blacker still, the snow painfully white. No color, no sound save her own shaking breaths and the crunch of snow beneath her boots--

and something else.

The Commander's hands were numb, but she still had enough movement in her fingers to grip her sword as she took a defensive stance. Something else was prowling through the trees, the sounds were light-- so light, if there had even been a breath of wind, she wouldn't have heard it.

The source soon made itself known, though at first she couldn't believe her eyes. Surely her exposure and starvation were finally taking their toll.

There amidst the black-and-white forest stood a creature furred in rich greens and golds like fleeting springs and even shorter summers, with an impressive rack of sharp horns he used to scrape ice away from the trees. True, Ardent had only seen the does owned by Simon and Marcella, but she knew what it had to be.

"Elkrin," she whispered.
The stag paused, meeting her dark eyes with his unfathomable golden ones, and held her gaze for several long moments.

He then lowered his head, and charged.

Ardent's reaction was too slow-- the stag hit her hard, an antler catching on her cloak and sending them both to the ground. Without a second thought, Ardent unclasped her cloak and got to her feet, just as the elkrin got up again. Somewhere in the scramble, her sword had fallen and vanished under the snow, leaving her without a weapon. The elkrin charged again, but this time Ardent got out of the way in time, feeling a sharp pain in her ribs as she turned away. The stag rammed into a tree and she lunged at it while it was still dazed, grabbing it around the neck and squeezing her legs tight around its body as it tried to throw her off, intent to hold and and wrestle the stag to the ground, find her sword and slit this beast stem to stern and feast on the meat no matter how raw it was, how rare the creature might be; if it let her survive--

The stag grew still, and Ardent loosened her grip as a strange sensation flooded her body. It felt like the summer sun shining down on her, warming her through her frozen bones.

The stag turned his head, once again locking eyes with her; and this time Ardent could see something in them. Determination, a burning refusal to give in and die in the cold. She could feel that he too was starved, his ribs poking through his magnificent fur. The longer she looked, the more she saw-- small scrapes from brambles and branches, larger wounds staunched with frozen blood and moss that could only be the work of predators, a few spots on his antlers where a prong had broken off.

"Been through hell too, huh?" she asked weakly, burying her face in his mane and gripping the fur tight as a wave of pain washed through her body. The stag gave a soft snort, followed by a soft, warm swipe of his rough tongue over her cheek. She only just registered when the stag began to walk away, she gave no thought to the cloak and sword still lying on the ground. The only thing she could focus on was the howling wind, and the little pellets of snow striking her face.
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She had no memory of falling asleep, but it was clear that she had at some point; one moment she was in the forest and the next... somehow, by some miracle, they were in a place she recognized, a large cave where the rangers often camped before setting out into the woods. She dismounted, biting back a scream of pain (the damnable stag had surely broken at least one of her ribs) as she laid a hand on the elkrin's neck, leading him into the cave.

It didn't surprise her that it was deserted, no matter how she had hoped that perhaps there would be someone; as long as it kept them out of the snow, she wouldn't ask for more.

'Well. We could both do with food,' she thought, biting her lip and laying a hand on her stomach. She wasn't sure which hurt worse, the hunger pangs or the broken ribs. She glanced at the stag again as he sniffed at the floor, wondering how much meat remained on those bones and how hard it would be to get to it, when he let out an excited snort and started pawing at... something.

The stag backed away as Ardent crawled over and started feeling around. Her eyes went wide when her fingers brushed against a lumpy package wedged behind a rock, her mouth instinctively watering, the damn beast had found a ration pack! She tore into it, immediately discarding the long-rotted fruits and making for the tough dried meat. It was still frozen, it felt like rock on her teeth, but it was meat, the faint salty taste better than anything she had tasted at one of the king's feasts. She glanced back at the stag, giving a faint smile when she saw him devouring the fruit. Even if it had broken her, it deserved better.

"Dunno if you'll eat this. But it's a lot better than that crap," she said, offering up the last strip of beef. The stag stepped over, sniffing it for a moment before tearing into the strip-- in the dim light, Ardent could see its teeth weren't only flat molars, there were sharp canines as well.

"Made to eat anything, huh?" she asked with a soft laugh, propping herself up against the cave wall. The stag settled down beside her, giving what sounded almost like an amused snort. The Commander smiled, a pleasant, sleepy sort of warmth settling over her. Even if she wasn't well fed, her belly was full and they were out of the snow. As soon as the storm let up, she'd take the lead and get them back to the castle, give proper warning and get the rangers better equipped and trained... things would work out, the gods were kind after all.

She yawned softly, removing a glove and scratching the stag behind and ear. "And I'll make sure you get treated too. Maybe armored... I could use a mount, and you seem like the only thing sturdy enough to bother with," she mumbled. Her eyelids grew heavy as the storm quieted down, letting up enough to let some moonlight shine through, spilling over the elkrin's head and her hand.

'Funny,' she thought, before her mind grew too tired to sustain one for long. 'Almost looks like there's gold on my hand there, too...'

(1481 words, according to this site. I decided that this is a sort of elkrin that wouldn't accept a rider that didn't share his own will to survive... and, I thought it made sense that something so hardy would be able to eat plants and meat. If this doesn't work, please let me know and I'll change it.

I do intend on giving this elkrin a prominent role in either a roleplay or some stories continuing off of my entry here-- I've had a lot of fun developing Ordance as we've learned more about Eldemore, and coming up with this stag's entry form has finally solidified what I want to do with it )

Extra writing:

(Since you said I could do this instead of an art piece... xD)

Stop.
Wait.
Scent-listen
wait
safe.

Elkrin had no need for names.

The Stag, that was what other creatures called him; though simpler creatures often called him 'Tree'. To larger ones, he was 'Meat'. To himself, right now, he was hungry.

He had no memory of how he had ended up in the long and frozen night, but such things did not matter to him. This was where he was, this was where he had to survive. He raised his head, hearing the scrape of tiny talons against ice, and saw a small songbird perched on a branch above him.

Too high above. Even rearing up on his hind legs only brought the tips of his antlers to the branch, and the bird fluttered away.

The stag gave an irritated snort, headbutting the frozen tree in a fit of frustration. He'd scraped out as much grass as the ice had to offer, eaten every leaf off of every shrub he'd come across and stripping the bark when he could; choked down half-rotted berries that made his gut churn and scavenged any carcass he'd come across.

There just wasn't any food to go around here. Not any more. He snorted and slowly made his way through the trees again; perhaps he'd overlooked something.
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Stopwaitscentlistenwaitsaf--

Not safe.

The stag whipped his head around, digging his hooves into the deep snow and lowering his head, alert for whatever might be lurking beyond the clearing. There was no suspicious scent, but the temperature had dropped dramatically and the wind was... not right. He wanted to bellow out a challenge to whatever dared intrude on his territory, but instinct told him to remain silent. Whatever this was, it was best to not pick a fight.

The enemy soon showed itself. The stag's eyes widened and he took a few small steps backward, torn between bolting and trying to hold his ground-- he'd fought against many predators in his life, but never anything like this. The beast was crouched, crawling along on two legs and two wings. The stag wasn't even positive it was a living creature; it seemed made of solid ice. The beast turned its head towards the stag, who bolted as soon as it saw the creature's eyes-- pitch black, but glowing a deathly blue at the very center.

The stag dodged between trees and over stones, as swift and agile as the wind. The beast behind seemed to take no notice of any obstacles though, lumbering and crashing through the trees and giving a cry that sounded like a shrieking blizzard wind. The stag tried to run faster, but his hoof caught against a hidden root, and he tumbled to the ground. The ice creature closed in quickly, opening its great gaping maw filled with teeth like jagged ice spears--

The stag rammed his horns against the fleshy roof of the creature's mouth. It screamed in pain, sending up a spray of ice and blood as black as its eyes. The stag backed away, panting heavily. It lived, it bled, it could be killed.

The creature charged, but the stag nimbly leaped out of the way, ramming his sharp antlers into the beast's side. A few tines broke off against the frozen skin, and the stag let out a cry of alarm when he realized that the creature's hide wasn't quite as weak as its mouth.

The beast's tail lashed out, and the stag cried out again as a searing cold pain shot through his body; the creature's tail ended in a spear of ice sharper than any stone that shone in the moonlight. The stag staggered, his footing almost lost, but somehow he managed to still half-run through the trees.
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Hide.

That was the only thing that the elkrin stag could focus on. Hide, keep under the brush no matter how the brambles dug into his skin. The ice creature didn't seem to have followed, it was warmer here and there was no blizzard-shriek. He slowly crept out from under the bush, shivering with cold and hunger and pain. He snorted softly, sniffing and pawing at the ground nearby. Moss. Inedible, he remembered this kind, it made the stomach itch and quake and eventually empty entirely... but it soothed and closed wounds. He tore up a mouthful, and with some difficulty, pressed it into the deep gash on his side and any of the smaller wounds he could reach.

Once the moss had frozen and closed the injuries, the stag limped towards the closest tree. The ice wasn't as thick here, he knew he could scrape it off and get at some of the bark, food at last.

He slowly began scratching at the ice with what remained of his antlers, but stopped after a few moments.

His ears twitched and he looked up, locking eyes with a creature taller than himself all furred in black, but not quite as tall as the ice beast.
It held a long, sharp thing that shone in the moonlight.

The stag lowered his head, and charged.

[Goddess Sword]

Hnnnng. This guy. Is just. So. Sexy owo

I will be trying for him .3. Well, I guess not, due to lack of time. Good luck to all in advance! I'm sure he'll go to a great home <3

[Diddlebug]

These lines are gorgeous and he is stunning but my heart is in love with the Jade Stag. Good luck to those who are trying out for this handsome Stag!

[Sneky]

Totally reserved!! This would be the perfect Elkrin for my Nomadic bearer!!!!!
(P.S., I used to be snowyowl379)

:Form:

Name:

Ryoko

This is Japanese for traveler. I think this is fitting because the forager elkrin must travel a lot to find resources, so I played around with Translator untill I found something that translated nicely into another language. Luz and his friends just call him Ry, though.

Breedable:

yes, I believe so. He has his eye pinned on one doe in particular, though, so I believe that he will be normally very picky about breeding. He is always traveling, and doesn't have much time to raise a fawn.

Bearer info:
Luz is a woman in her early twenties. She was born in Darak'i, and has sandy blonde hair to match the color of the sands. She is tall and skinny, with bleached skin. She is currently a nomad, but she used to live in the Autumn forest, which in the forest, the trees appear as if it is always Autumn (Hence the name). She has a tightly fitting strapless dress, and always wears a rusty key on a chain as a necklace. One thing she always carries with her is a small knife, so she is ready to defend herself if she needs to. She wears a pair of old aviator goggles on her head, and in the spring and summer, they have a red rose tucked behind the leather strap. Untill she gets an Elkrin, she has a small mule to help her carry her stuff. All of the things she needs on a regular basis she keeps in a leather backpack. She is a bit headstrong, and not afraid to take risks. But she is also caring, and tries to help living things in need. She is smart and cunning, both of these skills are needed for a nomadic lifestile. But she is also creative, and enjoys passtimes like drawing or singing (But she can't dance for her life!). She currently had three Runes, Daydream, Celeste, and Mizu, and she hopes to find her first Elkrin soon. Her bloodline is mixed, her father being an Elkrin Rider and her mother being a Leone Keeper, which resulted in an odd natrual ability that you will read about in this story... Picture: Credit for picture to Vazchu

Short Story:

"Well, I think I made it." I whispered to myself as I looked out onto the barren desert landscape. The rolling dunes entranced me, but the beating sun kept me traveling. I would only be passing through on my way to Darak'i, but I couldn't see the large city's skyline yet. The travel guide said I would be able to see the skyline in two days, and it had been two days. That wasn't a good sign. I has my runes beside me as we truged through the desert. I was mostly worried about Mizu. He was a water elemental, and had to stay hydrated, or risk death. Luckally, I had several canteens of lakewater strapped onto the mule's back. Being a nomad was hard work. I used to have a cottage back in the autumn forest, but I decided to move. Where exactly, I didn't know. So I'll travel the lands until I find a new home. It was hot, and I mean really hot. I wiped the sweat from my brow as I reached for one of the canteens of water. It was empty. I grabbed another, but it was empty also. All of the canteens were empty. I looked over at my runes, who were covered in the water. We were hot, so we poured all the water on ourselves, Celeste wrote in the sand. Sorry! I let out a sigh, and started yelling at her. "What were you thinking! We needed that water until we got to Darak'i! We're going to die if we don't get there soon!" And since I couldn't see the city yet, I knew we were doomed.
The sun was setting, and I still hadn't found water. It was going to get cold tonight, but I was still seriously dehydrated. Mizu was starting to shrivel up, so I kept him inside one of the empty canteens. There was probably still some droplets of water left in there, so I just hoped he'd be Ok. "Celeste, can't you just conjur up some water or something?" Nope, sorry. I don't have a spell for making water. I knew we would have to rest soon, luckally I could see some grasses where we could sleep. I walked over there, and unpacked a blanket from the mule. I didn't have the time or energy to set up a real tent, so I would just sleep out in the open tonight. I knew I was taking a risk by sleeping when I was so dehydrated, but I had to sleep. My tounge felt like leather as I pressed it up against the roof of my mouth. I remembered that I had put Mizu in a canteen, so I reached for it. Just then, I heard a rustling in the grasses behind me, but when I turned around, I saw nothing. I emptied Mizu out of the canteen, and he looked terrible. His normally silky-smooth fur was crusted over, and his eyelids were crusted over too. He let out a small whimper, and twitched his scruffy wing. I laid him down in the grass, and pulled part of the blanket over him. If I didn't find some water soon, we would all die, and Mizu would be the first to go. I tried to cry, but my eyes just stung and my chest heaved in a sobbing motion. I was too dehydrated to even cry. I laid down on a patch of dirt, pulled the blanket over me, and went to sleep.
"Foolish child. She cannot sleep in her state of health."
"What should we do, Ry? We can't just leave them out here to die."
"We can bring them back to the camp. I don't think that Mother Kiara would mind that much."
"I'll carry the Runes, you can carry the woman."
I woke up to a pair of antlers pulling me up off of the ground. I looked forward, but saw nothing. I rolled down on what seemed to be a creature's back, and absent-mindedly clutched it's pelt. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was the wind blowing back my hair a the creature ran into the distance.
I woke up with a canopy of thinly-leaved trees over my head. I sat up, and saw that I was sleeping in some sort of a savanah. I looked around, and also saw that I was surrounded by emerald green Elkrin! "Welcome, child." I looked behind me, and saw a large doe with an emerald green pelt with tawny tigerstripes. She had a wooden bowl with deep blue water and flower petals in it. "Welcome to the forager's camp. I sense you have journeyed a long way. Tell me, where were you heading when my scouts found you?"
"To Darak'i. Wait, I thought Elkrin's couldn't speak."
"That's right child. To the normal human, we cannot speak in any human language. But to you, and several others, we can speak. Tell me, who were your parents?"
"Well, my father was an Elkrin Rider from Darak'i, and my mother was a Leone Keeper from the mountains."
"Ah, that is why you can hear us. You have a mixed bloodline, which for some reason, gives you and others with mixed bloodlines a strange natrual ability. You can communicate with us. You can't communicate with Runes and Dire wolves, though. You will only be able to understand the Elkrin and the Leones."
"Wait, just wait. I've met several Elkrin and Leones, but I've never been able to understand them. How come I can understand you now?"
"Well, when my scouts found you, you were extreamly dehydrated. The ability usually kicks in when the human with the mixed bloodline undergoes some near-death or very traumatic experience. You were going to die unless you got some water, so that is why the scouts brought you here. We are foragers, we can find just about anything in any place. Finding water for you and your Runes was a synch."
"My Runes! Are they alright?!?"
"Yes, yes they are fine. The little blue one was very dehydrated, though, so we found a small stream for him to swim in. He is a froth rune, correct? Your companions are all over there." I jumped off of the bed of leaves I was sitting in, and ran over to a small stream where my runes were perched on one of the Forager's antlers. Mizu was swimming happily in the stream, Daydream was taking a nap, and Celeste seemed to be chatting to the Elkrin she was perched on.
"Ha! Oh, Luz! Your little friends are so funny, especially this one! What was your name again?"
Celeste. And you are...
"Ryoko. My name is Ryoko. I was the one who rescued you and your bearer from the savannah. So tell me again about hte prank with the trampoline." I walked off before Celeste could make me relive that dreadful day. The forager's camp was large, and seemed to have many of the vital resources for life, which was amazing since it was in such a barren place. I had heard about these Elkrin, and how they were so rare. I wondered why, when they had all of the food and water they needed. Then, I realized why when I heard the pearcing noise of a dire wolf pack howling. All of the foragers looked up, then broke into a frenzied stance.
"The wolves! They're back!" I could hear the emerald doe saying in a hushed voice. "Quick, hide the fawns in the undergrowth. The does need to scatter. All of the stags, barracade the camp. This time, show no mercy!" The emerald doe ran attop a high rock, and removed the bowl of water from her head. She placed it in a circle of stones, and started whispering something in a very primitive language. I could see that the wolves were coming closer, and they looked starved. They would do anything to clamp their jaws around the neck of one of these Elkrin. No amount of shaman magic could stop them. I reached into my backpack, and pulled out my knife. I burst through the wall of elkrin stags, and rushed toward the pack. Apparently Celeste had followed me, because the had her talons pointed toward the wolves, and was whipping her tail back and fourth. The first wolf I came uppon bit me, and shook my arm around like a small rabbit. I screamed, then stabbed it in the chest. The second wolf didn't even have time to bite me before Celeste grabbed its head in her talons, and crushed it. This cycle repeated itself until we had gotten rid of all the wolves. Except for one. It trampled Celeste and me, and charges straight toward the camp. I could see it bite into one of the stag's shoulders, and tried to pull it away. The stag screamed, and fell to the ground. I ran over to help, but Celeste arrived first, her talons ripping at the wolf's shoulder blades. Once I reached the scene, I pulled out my knife, and stabbed the wolf in its neck. It went limp, and released its grip on the Elkrin. The wolf was dead. The emerald doe and the rest of the camp rushed over to the injured stag.
"Ryoko! Not Ryoko!" The Emerald Doe was crying now. "You hve to help him! Do you have anything that would save him? Anything at all?!?"
I might know a spell that would heal him, but it would make him very weak.
"I don't care, just do it!" Celeste waved her tail, murmuring something in a runeic language. She touched her tail to Ryoko's shoulder, and the would healed right up.
There, he is healed. But he will be too weak to forage, or defend the camp anymore.
"If he can't forage... then he can't stay. What should we do?" There was a long pause before the Emerald doe spoke again. "You can take him, Luz."
"What?"
"I can sense that you have been waiting for an Elkrin. You defended our camp valiently today, so if you would like, you may take Ryoko with you when you leave."
"Wow...thank you...um..."
"My name is Mother Kiara, but you may just call me by Kiara. The bonding ceremony will be tonight at moonrise. I don't think any of you have seen a bonding ceremony in a while, so this will be interesting. You have from now until moonrise to prepare, Luz."
The moon shone brightly with not a cloud to shroud it. I sat in a clearing with Ryoko and Mother Kiara, her bowl of water was unstrapped from her head. "We are here tonight to create the sacred bond between Elkrin and Rider." She murmured something in a cryptic language, and the bowl of water began to glow with an eerie green light. She began murmuring louder, until she was about screaming, then stopped. a few seconds of silence passed, then the bowl lit up brighter, and a misty aura was created around it. In the aura I could see an Elkrin with its rider, running across a barren plain. I saw birds, many birds flying behind them, along with several large cats. Then, the aura disappeared, and Kiara started speaking again. "Luz, stick your fingers into the bowl." I did, and they started to tingle. "Ryoko, stick your tail into the bowl." Ryoko did, and the eerie green light began creeping up his tail, and all across his body, giving him an intricate green luminecent pattern. I looked down at my hand, and saw that the same was happening to me. "Luz, run the water across your face." I took my fingers out of the bowl, and ran them in a line across my cheeks. The green water retained its glow, and even seemed to glow brighter. "Ryoko, do the same." Ryoko ran his wet tail across his face, right under his eyes. His eyes illuminated the same eerie green, and so did the stripes on his pelt. "The water will keep glowing only on Luz, and not on Ryoko. But your eyes will remain the green that they are now." She started murmuring again, but then stopped. "Let us rejoice! These two are now bonded for life!" The crowd started cheering, and I felt a sort of warmth inside me. Finally, an Elkrin to call my own.

A little over the word limit, I think I'll be adding that onto my second piece of artwork. (If that's Ok, of course.)

Artwork:

Sorry for it being sideways, I'm not good at formatting on the PC.


Working on the second drawing now!
Scratch that, just too tired after my track meet. Soo...if it's Ok, for my second piece of art I'll be writing up a short personality:

Ryoko has a lot of humanly characteristics. He is valient, and would defend his loved ones at any cost. He is also inquisitive, taking time with Celeste to interperate different artifacts they find on their journies. He is athletic, enjoying to do things such as running, swimming, and rock scaling. He is an explorer, yes, but he also has common sense. He doesn't just go leaping into challenges blindly. With his injured leg, his phisical skills are a bit impared, but he doesn't care. Ry just goes at his own pace, and doesn't care what others say about him. He is very brave in that manner. The injury only left a small scar, but he has a permanent limp. He is wanting to soon find a permanent home with Luz, find a nice doe, and start a family. But that won't be for a long time, he still has a lot of exploring to do!

I do plan to take good care of Ryoko if I win. This would be Luz's first and possibly only Elkrin, so she would look after him very well. You would see a lot of Ry in the fanclub, and also hear more stories about His and Luz's special bond, as I think it would have some drastic effects on communication.

[Kirbylover901]

He's very pretty in the new lines! I won't be trying for him, but his color scheme is so flowing and epic.

[flyteck]

90% trying out <33