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Z É Y T I N

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Name: Zéytin
Meaning: Black olive
Nicknames: None yet
Gender: Stag
Breed: Fawnlings
Height: 12 HH
Age: 21 years old, born year 745
Colour: smoky fawn cremello dun
Genotype: ee/Aa/CrCr/nD/fwsfws
Herd: Blackwood, Shaman / herbalist

Build: Thin and slender build. Very ribby and thin, long legs. Fluffy coat. Long, messy manes and tail. Right side of face is covered with a huge burning wound, is blind with right eye and misses one half of his antler on the right side.
:thumb351283685: <-- Zéytin's bauble

Temperament:

Silent, Sadistic, Satanic, Pessimistic, Religious, Independent

Zéytin only talks when needed. He might look shy or boring for not talkin, but inside his head it's a mess. A black mess, where he slaughters others, offers them to Úir, which is his saviour. He is very independent, doesn't care about others and has a heart of stone. He bonds very difficult because he prevers to be alone. He doesn't has friends, exept for his mushrooms where he likes to trip on to get closer to Úir.

Stats

Speed: 7
Stamina: 8
Strenght: 4
Experience: 0

Magic level: [38] MASTER (not confirmed yet)
Herb lore level: [24] ADVANCED

Breakdown

+3 speed base points
+4 Stamnia base points
+3 strenght points
+11 Herb lore starter points
+1 Herb lore (RP points)
+1 Herb lore (RP points)
+4 speed (RP points)
+3 stamnia (RP points)
+1 strenght (RP points)
+1 stamnia (RP points)
+3 herbs (RP points)
+4 magic (RP points)
+3 Herb lore (RP points)
+1 Herb lore (RP points)
+1 magic (RP points)
+3 magic (RP points)
+4 Herb lore (RP points)
+2 magic (RP points)
+3 magic (RP points)
+2 magic (RP points)
+3 magic (RP points)
+ 20 magic (Christmas boost)

updated 17-2-16

History:

It was said that she had a heart of stone, Nuèn, Zéytin's mother. She was an elegant, rank built doe. Her coat had a grayish color, which was at her head and legs darker coloured. On her back ran a dark stripe, continuous up to the tip of her tail. Her eyes were hazel coloured, but yet black as night. Bottomless pits in which emotion was not to confess. Her delicate mouth was always a tight line. Maybe she was trying to hide her sharp tongue, which she never used. She never said what. Though many found her some strange, the stags still liked Nuèn. When she was 4 years old and the time was there, she was classified in the small harem of Zéytin's future father.

Zow, that's how they called his father. A huge, impressive black stag with horns that run trough each other as branches of a thorn bush. In the summer his long coat colored darker brown. He was a traditional stag, who was an experienced fghter. In the beginning didn't like Nuèn, because she was different than the others. and so did the other does. It were three of them, and they were always blabbering and whispering about the other does, especially Nuèn. But on a misty autumn day she gave birth to a correct builded, crème coloured son while the other does gave birth to does. "she must have put a spell on us" Is what they whispered. Zow was suprised by the amount of does born this season, and because Nuèn gave birth to a son, she was now Zow's favorite doe.

In his first months of life, Zéytin grew up as a healthy stag. At his lessons he was studious, always looking for a new way to make his parents proud. And they were proud. In the early spring Zéytin was clearly smarter and stronger than Fawnlings at the same age. He was lighter coloured than the others but because of his good manners and strenght the others just saw him as a special one. He also started to make his own fighting techniques, even though his horns were still not fully grown. While the days were longer and the spring was eventually there, the cremello dun stag lived a happy life. He was popular and strong.

But on that summerday things changed.

Zéytin just turned four in that dramatic summer. On that day he woke up, tortured by the most horrifying dream in his whole life. He breathed exausted. He saw the other Blackwood members, trapped in a sea of fire, with screaming ravens all around. Wolves tried to murder them. He heard voices, coming from nowhere, whispering things he didn't recognize. A language he never heard of. He heard his mother scream. A scream filled with fear. And that's when his milky blue eyes automatticaly opened. There was something in the air....

"Silverthorne" is what they whispered.... "Silverthorne, be aware..."

It was early in the morning when he heard the message. A few older and experienced stags, including his father, planned going to Silverthorne to steal does. Ofcourse he was too young and too unexperienced to go with them. In the early afternoon, the sound of scratching horns against rocks started spreading around. They were preparing their trip, wich could take weeks. Blackwood's witch, a small and older doe, attached ravens feathers to the horns of the stags. "May Ùir be with you" Is what she said. And again, Zéytin heard their voices. "Be aware..."

He watched them walking away, in a line, trough the deepest forests, over the highest mountains. He watched them walking away untill they were just dots on the horizon.

They never returned.

That night he had the same dream. His eyes flew open and the light of the bright moon made him blinking. He knew what to do. Ùir warned him. Silverthorne knew the Blackwood stags were coming. Fire. Fire. It was like he almost saw it trough their eyes. A sea of fire, screams. He left without a word, desperate to save the stags.

For days he trotted trough forest, keeping his nose to the ground and followed the track the stags lefted behind. But he couldn't find them. Every cold and dark night he had the same dream, over and over again. He only ate when he was starving, only drinking when he was extremely thirsty. In that days he started to wander around, desperate, lost. Losing the control over his own mind and body.

He started to feel the change in his enviorment. the trees were greener at here, everything felt different. He didn't notice the Silverthorne fawnlings coming from behind....

Everything went in slowmotion. First he felt the extreme heat coming from behind, but he didn't even had time to turn around. Streams of fire came from left and right, turned around him with inmense speed. The following second he felt an enourmous pain on the right side of his face. He gave himself to the darknes.

Slightly his eyes started to open. He breathed heavily, every muscle in his body was full of inmense pain. He recognized the forests of the Blackwood grounds, laying in a weird pose in the grass. His right eye..... He couldn't see with it. Everything was just black.

He closed his eyes, tortured.

___________________________________________________

Other images:

[1] On the misty mountains high ( fav.me/d5n8b2c )

[2] The connection ( fav.me/d5zg7lt ) +1 herb lore, +1 individual art piece, +1 individual story 400-999 words

[3] BLOODTHIRST ( fav.me/d6q1nca ) +1 individual art piece

[4] Leaving homeland ( fav.me/d6x387s ) +1 individual art piece, +1 individual story 400-999 words

[5] In the arms of death ( fav.me/d6yrof8 ) +1 individual art piece, +1 individual story 400-999 words

[5] Lady of the forest, breeding with ChrissyMax ' Syl ( fav.me/d5vriad )
[6] Ayahuasca (fav.me/d7btdro ) +1 individual art piece
[7] Herbs for fulgurite (fav.me/d718h4b ) +1 stamnia, +3 for an collaborative literature piece 1000-1999 words
[8] Pale encounters, breeding with LibertyBelle 's Nira (fav.me/d7f3ieq ) +4 for an collaborative literature piece 2000+
[9] Shaman's dreams (fav.me/d7xy4dc ) + 2 for an collaborative literature piece 1000-1999 words
[10] Shaman's dreams Art piece (fav.me/d7xp3gg ) +1 for individual art piece
[11] Seeking revenge (fav.me/d7y5bjz ) +1 for individual art piece & +1 for an individual literature piece 400-999 words
[12] Ayahuasca, (Ayahuasca ) + 3 for collaberative literature piece 1000-1999 words
[13 Inside the Shaman's cave (Inside the shaman's cave ) +4 collab lit - 2000+ words
[14] Shadows and Strangers (Shadows and strangers ) +2 Art+Story
[15] The laws of nature +2 magic Art=story
[16] Reborn +1 magic Art
[17] Black birds and black skies +2 magic collab art
[18] NOCTURNAL + 1 magic Art
[19] creep + 1 magic Art
[20] XIII +1 magic art
[20] MODIFY + 1 magic art

Current location: Widow's Hollow
Mate: None yet

Offspring:

[1] Laloria, owned by strideroo out of ChrissyMax ' Syl
[2] Skjalddas, owned by MoonShinersDaughter , out of LibertyBelle 's Nira

© Eileen de jong

Description
Z É Y T I N

___________________________________________________

Name: Zéytin
Meaning: Black olive
Nicknames: None yet
Gender: Stag
Breed: Fawnlings
Height: 12 HH
Age: 21 years old, born year 745
Colour: smoky fawn cremello dun
Genotype: ee/Aa/CrCr/nD/fwsfws
Herd: Blackwood, Shaman / herbalist

Build: Thin and slender build. Very ribby and thin, long legs. Fluffy coat. Long, messy manes and tail. Right side of face is covered with a huge burning wound, is blind with right eye and misses one half of his antler on the right side.
:thumb351283685: <-- Zéytin's bauble

Temperament:

Silent, Sadistic, Satanic, Pessimistic, Religious, Independent

Zéytin only talks when needed. He might look shy or boring for not talkin, but inside his head it's a mess. A black mess, where he slaughters others, offers them to Úir, which is his saviour. He is very independent, doesn't care about others and has a heart of stone. He bonds very difficult because he prevers to be alone. He doesn't has friends, exept for his mushrooms where he likes to trip on to get closer to Úir.

Stats

Speed: 7
Stamina: 8
Strenght: 4
Experience: 0

Magic level: [38] MASTER (not confirmed yet)
Herb lore level: [24] ADVANCED

Breakdown

+3 speed base points
+4 Stamnia base points
+3 strenght points
+11 Herb lore starter points
+1 Herb lore (RP points)
+1 Herb lore (RP points)
+4 speed (RP points)
+3 stamnia (RP points)
+1 strenght (RP points)
+1 stamnia (RP points)
+3 herbs (RP points)
+4 magic (RP points)
+3 Herb lore (RP points)
+1 Herb lore (RP points)
+1 magic (RP points)
+3 magic (RP points)
+4 Herb lore (RP points)
+2 magic (RP points)
+3 magic (RP points)
+2 magic (RP points)
+3 magic (RP points)
+ 20 magic (Christmas boost)

updated 17-2-16

History:

It was said that she had a heart of stone, Nuèn, Zéytin's mother. She was an elegant, rank built doe. Her coat had a grayish color, which was at her head and legs darker coloured. On her back ran a dark stripe, continuous up to the tip of her tail. Her eyes were hazel coloured, but yet black as night. Bottomless pits in which emotion was not to confess. Her delicate mouth was always a tight line. Maybe she was trying to hide her sharp tongue, which she never used. She never said what. Though many found her some strange, the stags still liked Nuèn. When she was 4 years old and the time was there, she was classified in the small harem of Zéytin's future father.

Zow, that's how they called his father. A huge, impressive black stag with horns that run trough each other as branches of a thorn bush. In the summer his long coat colored darker brown. He was a traditional stag, who was an experienced fghter. In the beginning didn't like Nuèn, because she was different than the others. and so did the other does. It were three of them, and they were always blabbering and whispering about the other does, especially Nuèn. But on a misty autumn day she gave birth to a correct builded, crème coloured son while the other does gave birth to does. "she must have put a spell on us" Is what they whispered. Zow was suprised by the amount of does born this season, and because Nuèn gave birth to a son, she was now Zow's favorite doe.

In his first months of life, Zéytin grew up as a healthy stag. At his lessons he was studious, always looking for a new way to make his parents proud. And they were proud. In the early spring Zéytin was clearly smarter and stronger than Fawnlings at the same age. He was lighter coloured than the others but because of his good manners and strenght the others just saw him as a special one. He also started to make his own fighting techniques, even though his horns were still not fully grown. While the days were longer and the spring was eventually there, the cremello dun stag lived a happy life. He was popular and strong.

But on that summerday things changed.

Zéytin just turned four in that dramatic summer. On that day he woke up, tortured by the most horrifying dream in his whole life. He breathed exausted. He saw the other Blackwood members, trapped in a sea of fire, with screaming ravens all around. Wolves tried to murder them. He heard voices, coming from nowhere, whispering things he didn't recognize. A language he never heard of. He heard his mother scream. A scream filled with fear. And that's when his milky blue eyes automatticaly opened. There was something in the air....

"Silverthorne" is what they whispered.... "Silverthorne, be aware..."

It was early in the morning when he heard the message. A few older and experienced stags, including his father, planned going to Silverthorne to steal does. Ofcourse he was too young and too unexperienced to go with them. In the early afternoon, the sound of scratching horns against rocks started spreading around. They were preparing their trip, wich could take weeks. Blackwood's witch, a small and older doe, attached ravens feathers to the horns of the stags. "May Ùir be with you" Is what she said. And again, Zéytin heard their voices. "Be aware..."

He watched them walking away, in a line, trough the deepest forests, over the highest mountains. He watched them walking away untill they were just dots on the horizon.

They never returned.

That night he had the same dream. His eyes flew open and the light of the bright moon made him blinking. He knew what to do. Ùir warned him. Silverthorne knew the Blackwood stags were coming. Fire. Fire. It was like he almost saw it trough their eyes. A sea of fire, screams. He left without a word, desperate to save the stags.

For days he trotted trough forest, keeping his nose to the ground and followed the track the stags lefted behind. But he couldn't find them. Every cold and dark night he had the same dream, over and over again. He only ate when he was starving, only drinking when he was extremely thirsty. In that days he started to wander around, desperate, lost. Losing the control over his own mind and body.

He started to feel the change in his enviorment. the trees were greener at here, everything felt different. He didn't notice the Silverthorne fawnlings coming from behind....

Everything went in slowmotion. First he felt the extreme heat coming from behind, but he didn't even had time to turn around. Streams of fire came from left and right, turned around him with inmense speed. The following second he felt an enourmous pain on the right side of his face. He gave himself to the darknes.

Slightly his eyes started to open. He breathed heavily, every muscle in his body was full of inmense pain. He recognized the forests of the Blackwood grounds, laying in a weird pose in the grass. His right eye..... He couldn't see with it. Everything was just black.

He closed his eyes, tortured.

___________________________________________________

Other images:

[1] On the misty mountains high ( fav.me/d5n8b2c )

[2] The connection ( fav.me/d5zg7lt ) +1 herb lore, +1 individual art piece, +1 individual story 400-999 words

[3] BLOODTHIRST ( fav.me/d6q1nca ) +1 individual art piece

[4] Leaving homeland ( fav.me/d6x387s ) +1 individual art piece, +1 individual story 400-999 words

[5] In the arms of death ( fav.me/d6yrof8 ) +1 individual art piece, +1 individual story 400-999 words

[5] Lady of the forest, breeding with ChrissyMax ' Syl ( fav.me/d5vriad )
[6] Ayahuasca (fav.me/d7btdro ) +1 individual art piece
[7] Herbs for fulgurite (fav.me/d718h4b ) +1 stamnia, +3 for an collaborative literature piece 1000-1999 words
[8] Pale encounters, breeding with LibertyBelle 's Nira (fav.me/d7f3ieq ) +4 for an collaborative literature piece 2000+
[9] Shaman's dreams (fav.me/d7xy4dc ) + 2 for an collaborative literature piece 1000-1999 words
[10] Shaman's dreams Art piece (fav.me/d7xp3gg ) +1 for individual art piece
[11] Seeking revenge (fav.me/d7y5bjz ) +1 for individual art piece & +1 for an individual literature piece 400-999 words
[12] Ayahuasca, (Ayahuasca ) + 3 for collaberative literature piece 1000-1999 words
[13 Inside the Shaman's cave (Inside the shaman's cave ) +4 collab lit - 2000+ words
[14] Shadows and Strangers (Shadows and strangers ) +2 Art+Story
[15] The laws of nature +2 magic Art=story
[16] Reborn +1 magic Art
[17] Black birds and black skies +2 magic collab art
[18] NOCTURNAL + 1 magic Art
[19] creep + 1 magic Art
[20] XIII +1 magic art
[20] MODIFY + 1 magic art

Current location: Widow's Hollow
Mate: None yet

Offspring:

[1] Laloria, owned by strideroo out of ChrissyMax ' Syl
[2] Skjalddas, owned by MoonShinersDaughter , out of LibertyBelle 's Nira

© Eileen de jong