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Early Autumn, Year 760 of the New Age

Central Blackwood, Blackwood

Featuring Thalia

Previously: A Missing Daughter
Next: One Less Lonely Night

"Acka, we're lost," Thalia said with a soft sigh, gazing despairingly around into the dark trees with her soft brown eyes. Acka, perched on her whithers, simply croaked non-committally. "Which way then?" The doe asked, coming to a halt and flicking her ears about a little to listen for sounds that they were being followed. They'd been back in Blackwood for a couple of days, and though Lia had settled back into the dark forest almost immediately after her winter spent within its borders a year or two ago, she couldn't quite shake the uneasy feeling she was beong watched. Perhaps it was merely a crow or something following her out of curiosity. Perhaps it was a fox. Or a wolf pack. Or an ice bear.

She shuddered involuntarily, the skin at her whithers twitching and making Acka squawk in surprise. Grumbling, the bird hopped onto the forest floor and pecked at the dense bed of pine needles beneath his scaled feet, though he knew there would be nothing there for him -- the bird had been surviving off bugs and worms since they'd arrived, something he wasn't used to after the plentiful berries of Glenmore. Lia too, was struggling, the autumn plants in Blackwood had little of the appeal of the greenery of Glenmore. They needed to find Hagen soon if they didn't want to face growing weak and vulnerable to predator attack.

It seemed like a great fuss to go through just to get a wolf pelt now Lia looked back on her decision, but she could hardly return home without one now she had left, and besides, it was an excuse to get away from Glenmore. She loved her new home, but the place was full of sexist pigs who wanted nothing more than to spread their genes via as many does as they could possibly access, even more so now that it was Autumn and Rut was approaching. Despite her new freedom in the dark territory, she was still technically an imposter, and she definitely didn't want to hang around long enough to be tracked and captured by some cruel stag determined to 'save her' from Glenmore and keep her as his own.

Clearly displeased by Lia's distraction, Acka chirped loudly at her, then hopped away, down a barely-visible path half-hidden in the undergrowth.

"Ah," Lia said, surprised she hadn't see the indent in the pine needles where many hooves had trodden before. "A path." The path was both a blessing a curse; it meant easier travel and that they were heading to a destination, but was the destination Hagen's den, the Blackwood herd or something worse?

Long time no art! Sorry about that... got distracted by a heapton of coursework, a boyfriend and general laziness, if I'm being blunt. But! I'm getting back into RP-ing these guys a little more so there should be a bit of a barrage of new work of them coming within the next couple months. Plus I'm on Christmas Break for the next couple weeks so if the art muse plays ball there might even be some HA-RPG art!

Apologies for the frankly awful writing and even worse anatomy in this, I haven't drawn equine/fawnling that wasn't really dynamic posing in ages...

Art, characters (C) me
Hagen (C) DodgerMD

Description

Early Autumn, Year 760 of the New Age

Central Blackwood, Blackwood

Featuring Thalia

Previously: A Missing Daughter
Next: One Less Lonely Night

"Acka, we're lost," Thalia said with a soft sigh, gazing despairingly around into the dark trees with her soft brown eyes. Acka, perched on her whithers, simply croaked non-committally. "Which way then?" The doe asked, coming to a halt and flicking her ears about a little to listen for sounds that they were being followed. They'd been back in Blackwood for a couple of days, and though Lia had settled back into the dark forest almost immediately after her winter spent within its borders a year or two ago, she couldn't quite shake the uneasy feeling she was beong watched. Perhaps it was merely a crow or something following her out of curiosity. Perhaps it was a fox. Or a wolf pack. Or an ice bear.

She shuddered involuntarily, the skin at her whithers twitching and making Acka squawk in surprise. Grumbling, the bird hopped onto the forest floor and pecked at the dense bed of pine needles beneath his scaled feet, though he knew there would be nothing there for him -- the bird had been surviving off bugs and worms since they'd arrived, something he wasn't used to after the plentiful berries of Glenmore. Lia too, was struggling, the autumn plants in Blackwood had little of the appeal of the greenery of Glenmore. They needed to find Hagen soon if they didn't want to face growing weak and vulnerable to predator attack.

It seemed like a great fuss to go through just to get a wolf pelt now Lia looked back on her decision, but she could hardly return home without one now she had left, and besides, it was an excuse to get away from Glenmore. She loved her new home, but the place was full of sexist pigs who wanted nothing more than to spread their genes via as many does as they could possibly access, even more so now that it was Autumn and Rut was approaching. Despite her new freedom in the dark territory, she was still technically an imposter, and she definitely didn't want to hang around long enough to be tracked and captured by some cruel stag determined to 'save her' from Glenmore and keep her as his own.

Clearly displeased by Lia's distraction, Acka chirped loudly at her, then hopped away, down a barely-visible path half-hidden in the undergrowth.

"Ah," Lia said, surprised she hadn't see the indent in the pine needles where many hooves had trodden before. "A path." The path was both a blessing a curse; it meant easier travel and that they were heading to a destination, but was the destination Hagen's den, the Blackwood herd or something worse?

Long time no art! Sorry about that... got distracted by a heapton of coursework, a boyfriend and general laziness, if I'm being blunt. But! I'm getting back into RP-ing these guys a little more so there should be a bit of a barrage of new work of them coming within the next couple months. Plus I'm on Christmas Break for the next couple weeks so if the art muse plays ball there might even be some HA-RPG art!

Apologies for the frankly awful writing and even worse anatomy in this, I haven't drawn equine/fawnling that wasn't really dynamic posing in ages...

Art, characters (C) me
Hagen (C) DodgerMD