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Year 751 of the New Age - spring
Glenmore - Glenwood

Melark and Milak's point of view.

see Saren and Sitka's POV here

The sun was only rising, it was early on the day. The herd before them was still waking up, but the 2 stags were already standing , awake at the sideline of the herd.
"When you join the guard, you need to see everything that goes on in this place. You watch the fawns, the does and the stags. See for any danger that can occure and be faster then it to prevent harm." Milak said.
"yes, dad." The golden buck answered.
The 3-year old colt looked over the field. Even when his father wasn't a guard, already for more then 2 years, he had been teaching him what he was gonna learn when he joined the ranks. He missed his childhood, he missed being a child.
And he fel sad when he saw other youngsters sleeping peacefully.

Though there was something that kept the young buck nervous. Every few minutes, he looked aside, to on direction. The direction where his mother had left the herd, earlier that night.

"Do you think she will be alright?"

the younger stag asked, looking to his father next to him.
Milak snorter softly and gave his son a quick look from the corner of his eye.

"she was fine when she gave birth to you, didn't she?"

Melark sighed softly. He was already used to his father's harsh, non emotional words ...

"But what if ..."

Milak turned his head to his son, looking angry.

"And if she's to weak, she's gonna die! this world is no place for a weak doe."

Melark flicked with his ears but decided to keep his mouth shut. It would end in another fight, discussion ...

like always. He sighed and looked to the other way, flicking nervously with his tail.

Why did his father not care for his mate? Because he was Royal? Because he was a stag?
Made him that better then the does?

"Does are serving for giving birth and raising fawns ..."

he had once said when he was younger. But at that time, he didn't really realized it, but now ...

His mother was one fine princess doe, respected in the herd.
His father of Royal blood, his father was a prince, son of King Domhnall. But he couldn't understand why he was so cruel ...
Were all Royals so cold?

Some hours passed and suddenly a few does walked up, exited to the side of the main herd.

happily babbling, they circled around another doe.

"Finally." Milak said before he moved to the place where his mate just arrived.
Melark followed shortly, eager to see his new sibling.

Suddenly the doe's stopped talking and moved aside when they saw the father coming. They all lowered their head, knowing how he could be, always so serious and following the rules.

A light golden palomino doe was standing there with a tiny isabella palomino filly next to her.

"Milak." she softly said, making a bow before her mate. Melark looked from behind his father, seeing his mother bow.

And he also saw the little furball hiding behind her mother.

"A girl?" he said, letting his eyes go over the pale tiny fawn.

Saren nodded. "A beautiful daughter, a princess."

Milak snorted. This wasn't what he had expected. a girl, maybe, but not such a tiny and weak thing.
"Tiny, isn't she?" he said, with a sound of disappointment. He could see a few tears welling up in his mate's eyes.
"She shall grow, dear, into a fine Princess."

If there weren't so many other fawnlings looking, he would probably have killed the fawn himself.

To tiny, to weak, princess doe or not.

Milak snorted again. "we shall see." he said on a cold voice.

Melark was still standing behind his father, unable to believe what he was hearing.

Why was he doing so cold? wasn't he happy to have another kid? even a princess doe??

With him saying nothing else, he turned around, gave a quick look at his son before he left.

Melark looked over his shoulder before he looked back to his mother and gave her a quick nuzzle.

"It was good to see you again, mom."

He then looked to the ground, seeing the small pale fawn coming from behind her mother, still on somewhat wobbly legs.

"Nice to know you little sis." he said with a soft smile. The fawn laughed back, looking with her big brown eyes to her older brother.

Then he turned around, to follow his father.

"what did you say?" he asked when he walked back next to his father.

"I congratulated her and welcomed my sister." he said, this tie on a serious tone himself.

"hmm .." Milak sniffed. "don't get to attached to it, it's probably gonna die soon ..."

Melark couldn't believe his ears ...

yeah, Sitka's and melark's father is such a jerk XD and I guess you can now really imaging why

Sitka was first so afraid of being betrothed to someone she didn't knew

And Melark has different opinions about doe's XD a reason why he's so protective over his own fawns or

future mate

Sitka, Melark (c) Jian89

Fawnling breed (c) Ehetere

reference (c) Bambi I screenshots

background (c) brenbren - fav.me/d4j5kee

This piece is copyrighted to Jian89.deviantart.com
You, Gallumphing Gimme-ers , Cuddly and Flaming Mips , Greater Common Trolls and Soul-Crushing Thwumps have no right to copy, trace, save, manipulate, edit or to use this piece in any way without my personal writen permission. any breaking of this shall be punished by the copyright law

Description

Year 751 of the New Age - spring
Glenmore - Glenwood

Melark and Milak's point of view.

see Saren and Sitka's POV here

The sun was only rising, it was early on the day. The herd before them was still waking up, but the 2 stags were already standing , awake at the sideline of the herd.
"When you join the guard, you need to see everything that goes on in this place. You watch the fawns, the does and the stags. See for any danger that can occure and be faster then it to prevent harm." Milak said.
"yes, dad." The golden buck answered.
The 3-year old colt looked over the field. Even when his father wasn't a guard, already for more then 2 years, he had been teaching him what he was gonna learn when he joined the ranks. He missed his childhood, he missed being a child.
And he fel sad when he saw other youngsters sleeping peacefully.

Though there was something that kept the young buck nervous. Every few minutes, he looked aside, to on direction. The direction where his mother had left the herd, earlier that night.

"Do you think she will be alright?"

the younger stag asked, looking to his father next to him.
Milak snorter softly and gave his son a quick look from the corner of his eye.

"she was fine when she gave birth to you, didn't she?"

Melark sighed softly. He was already used to his father's harsh, non emotional words ...

"But what if ..."

Milak turned his head to his son, looking angry.

"And if she's to weak, she's gonna die! this world is no place for a weak doe."

Melark flicked with his ears but decided to keep his mouth shut. It would end in another fight, discussion ...

like always. He sighed and looked to the other way, flicking nervously with his tail.

Why did his father not care for his mate? Because he was Royal? Because he was a stag?
Made him that better then the does?

"Does are serving for giving birth and raising fawns ..."

he had once said when he was younger. But at that time, he didn't really realized it, but now ...

His mother was one fine princess doe, respected in the herd.
His father of Royal blood, his father was a prince, son of King Domhnall. But he couldn't understand why he was so cruel ...
Were all Royals so cold?

Some hours passed and suddenly a few does walked up, exited to the side of the main herd.

happily babbling, they circled around another doe.

"Finally." Milak said before he moved to the place where his mate just arrived.
Melark followed shortly, eager to see his new sibling.

Suddenly the doe's stopped talking and moved aside when they saw the father coming. They all lowered their head, knowing how he could be, always so serious and following the rules.

A light golden palomino doe was standing there with a tiny isabella palomino filly next to her.

"Milak." she softly said, making a bow before her mate. Melark looked from behind his father, seeing his mother bow.

And he also saw the little furball hiding behind her mother.

"A girl?" he said, letting his eyes go over the pale tiny fawn.

Saren nodded. "A beautiful daughter, a princess."

Milak snorted. This wasn't what he had expected. a girl, maybe, but not such a tiny and weak thing.
"Tiny, isn't she?" he said, with a sound of disappointment. He could see a few tears welling up in his mate's eyes.
"She shall grow, dear, into a fine Princess."

If there weren't so many other fawnlings looking, he would probably have killed the fawn himself.

To tiny, to weak, princess doe or not.

Milak snorted again. "we shall see." he said on a cold voice.

Melark was still standing behind his father, unable to believe what he was hearing.

Why was he doing so cold? wasn't he happy to have another kid? even a princess doe??

With him saying nothing else, he turned around, gave a quick look at his son before he left.

Melark looked over his shoulder before he looked back to his mother and gave her a quick nuzzle.

"It was good to see you again, mom."

He then looked to the ground, seeing the small pale fawn coming from behind her mother, still on somewhat wobbly legs.

"Nice to know you little sis." he said with a soft smile. The fawn laughed back, looking with her big brown eyes to her older brother.

Then he turned around, to follow his father.

"what did you say?" he asked when he walked back next to his father.

"I congratulated her and welcomed my sister." he said, this tie on a serious tone himself.

"hmm .." Milak sniffed. "don't get to attached to it, it's probably gonna die soon ..."

Melark couldn't believe his ears ...

yeah, Sitka's and melark's father is such a jerk XD and I guess you can now really imaging why

Sitka was first so afraid of being betrothed to someone she didn't knew

And Melark has different opinions about doe's XD a reason why he's so protective over his own fawns or

future mate

Sitka, Melark (c) Jian89

Fawnling breed (c) Ehetere

reference (c) Bambi I screenshots

background (c) brenbren - fav.me/d4j5kee

This piece is copyrighted to Jian89.deviantart.com
You, Gallumphing Gimme-ers , Cuddly and Flaming Mips , Greater Common Trolls and Soul-Crushing Thwumps have no right to copy, trace, save, manipulate, edit or to use this piece in any way without my personal writen permission. any breaking of this shall be punished by the copyright law