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2# I added his history

1) MALE
Mahogony Bay Restricted Fawn
EE/Aa/fwfw/nRx

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Story to the picture:

Autumn, Year 757 of the New Age
Blackwood, (near) Red River

Mertor was wandering through the deep forest. The early sounds of birds singing, just after they had awoken, were in his ears. He loved those early hours. The mist of night was still covering the long grass. All was peaceful and quiet. His strong, yet a tad chubby, body moved nearly soundless through the world. Some of the tree had started to get the first early leaves red and orange. A soft shade of greens and reds was covering the trees on his way. The dark stag enjoyed this time of the day, and wandering through his home at this exact time.
He had, like always, chosen a lighter part of Blackwood. One of the few, where the sun actually broke through the trees and lightened the forest. Rays of sun danced over the soft mossy ground. A chill of fresh air moved through the leaves and made them dance and rustle. The first sign of the upcoming autumn, which was approaching the forest. No other sound could be heard. Silence and peace.

Soon after he had reached his favourite place, he lowered his head to the ground. In this quite sunny part of the Blackwoods, his favourite berries were crowing. Big bushes, full of those juicy berries were standing close by each other. With the surroundings all save, he allowed himself to dream a little. Dream of the doe he had just met some time ago. The lively little Oakfern…

He shook his head and antlers while moving further, thinking of the little brown doe. And this was the moment it happened. Shaking his head in the bushes, he suddenly felt something touch his antlers. Well, it was more like buffing into something.

Blákaldur was mad. Screaming out. “This disloyal, screamish… fawnish… beast of a Silverthorne coward!” That useless doe had run away when he was fighting to protect her. As he had won the fight and turned around she was gone. Vanished into the woods. She had tried to run away several times, but this time managed to get away in the end.

With his powerful and muscled legs he dashed through the forest. He was about to explode. The heart in his chest was painfully beating. Breathing hurt in his lungs. He didn’t simple run. He stomped his hooved in the ground. There was only one way to stop him from turning into that soulless beast boiling in his chest. “Mertor. Brother… he thought. Where are you?? I NEED you! “

For what felt like hours he kept running. The sun started to set, and the fur on his legs turned wet from the dew. His brother was fat. A big, fat and lazy stag. How the heck did he manage to… vanish???
Slowly the running made his head a little more clear. He could start to think. Where would his brother be? At this time of the day. Well, normally he would head for a breakfast. And in this time of the year, his fave breakfast was berries. So Blaka headed towards the small opening. Slowing down as driving closer, he looked around. A slight smell of his brother was around. With the anger still pondering in his chest, he was sniffing the ground. Neither branches, nor bushes bothered him on his way.

Finally he found his brother. Running into him… literally. In between the leaves of the bush, they had run into each other. And they big antlers clicked together. Some racks got stuck. It wouldn’t have been a very big deal to get them free again. But not this time. With the bumb Blakas rage was fully back. For him this was clearly an offend. Mertor must have seen him coming. So he had waited here. With his antlers lowered to challenge his brother. Yes, Blaka war sure, that was how it was going. His brother WANTED to fight him.

“So you wanna fight me?!” the dark stag yelled.
“W-what? I didn’t… I was just… the berries… .”

“And now you’re lying to me???”

“No… Blaka… really… I was just dreaming…”
Blaka pushed him, so that Mertor fell back on his hind legs.
“If you want to fight, fight!”

To be continued...

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Informations if I get him:

Name: Blákaldur
Gender: Stag
Height: 14hh
Age: 10 Years, born Year 748 of the New Age
Colour: Mahogony Bay Restricted Fawn
Genotype: EE/Aa/fwfw/nRx
Eye color: brown
Bodytyp: heavy
Bloodlines: Blackwood NPC x Blackwood NPC

About him (character ect.):

He is a stubborn stag, who love it to fight. He isn't the smartest stag but he is sarcastic. If another stag don't fight he will bother this one until this one will fight. His self control is very low and this is why he is aggressive. Onother hobby of him beside fighting is hunting wolves. He always try to be the stronges and best stag, so he always search for stronger rivals. If he find a doe wich belong to another stag he try to get her, he don't care if he has to fight for her. If he find a doe witch don't belong to a stag he try to keep her at his sidem he don't leave her alone. But he still doesn't have a doe because he often frightened them and because of the fact that he isn't realy fast so a lighter builded doe can easy run away.

Plans:

- doing much rp with him

- He should be a friend/"brother" of my stag Mertor

History:

When Blákaldur was just a little fawn, he was happy. His mother was already older, but therefore she was wise and experienced with little fawn. He lived the happiest life, when he was with her. It wasn’t long ago, that his mother had tripped, and was now limbing. It wasn’t a big deal for her. But due to her being a slight danger for the herd she was in, the other does and her fawns kept some distance. But Blaka didn’t care. As long, as she was with him, he was happy.

He didn’t hear them coming. They came in so quiet, that no one heared them. And as they broke through the forest, panic filled the clearing. Does and fawns were jumping away, dashing somewhere safe. They left. Left him and his mother. Slowed down by her limbing, Blakas mother pushed her fawn deeper into the woods. Further, till she found a small coppice. It was like a small tunnel. Just big enough for Blaka. She pushed him in, and told him, how much she loved him. Then she jumped off. But she didn’t come far. Just a few meters outside his sight, the wolves got her down. She died, while Blaka was hiding. He was shaking and crying. He spend the night there, unable to move. And hoped, his mother would come back to him.

Myrdan, Mertors mother, was the one who found him. She heared the slight cries of Blaka. Myrdan had found his mother, and immediately knew, what had happened. With her soft voice, she talked him out of the bush. It took some time to convince him to get out, and make him believe everything was save now. Still shaking and crying he walked up to her. Myrdan looked down to him. Told him to hush, and that somehow, everything would be alright again. She knew, the blood in the air would still attract other predators. She had to get him back to the mainherd. So she softly nuzzled the small fawn and lead him away. Her own son, just two years of age, was waiting a few meters away. Mertor also knew what had happened. He smiled at the small fawn. Blaka was welcomed into the little family, as a son and a brother.

Myrdan was a good mother. And she loved Blaka as her own son. He and Mertor grew up together as brothers. Mertor introduced him into funny games, and they spend the days playing and chasing. For the next two years they lived as a happy little family. Small Blaka had found back his joy. He loved to play with the older Mertor. Cuddle with Myrdan. He grew into a big and selfassure fawn. Other than Mertor he was not chubby, but muscular. But still those two were the best friends. Sticking together like glue and playing big boys.

As Blakas mother, Myrdan was an older doe. But she was even older then Blakas mother. And so sadly the day came, she passed away. There was no predator, or anything like that. She fell asleep peacefully and never woke up again. Her sons were mourning over her loss for quite a long time. And in this time, Blaka changed. He became sarcastic, aggrasive and with a very low selfcontrol. He started challenging other stags. Fighting and hunting wolves.

But the biggest change was his attire towards does. He became overprotective. Fearing to loose them. Whenever he found an unclaimed doe, he took her. But due to his build and attire to loose himself in a fight with other stags, he didn’t kepp them for long. They ran away, as they couldn’t live with how and what he was.

Herd Information

Herd: Blackwood
Herd Position: Herd Member; he is a wanderer sometimes

Fight Stats

Skill Points
Speed: 2 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)
Stamina: 6 [Basic Level]
Strength: 11 [Medium Level]

Magic: 2 [Basic Level]
Herbs: 2 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown
+4 stamina - base bonus
+8 strength - base bonus
+2 speed - starter bonus
+2 stamina - starter bonus
+3 strength - starter bonus
+2 magic - starter bonus
+2 herbs - starter bonus

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Mertor (c) me

Description

2# I added his history

1) MALE
Mahogony Bay Restricted Fawn
EE/Aa/fwfw/nRx

________________________________

Story to the picture:

Autumn, Year 757 of the New Age
Blackwood, (near) Red River

Mertor was wandering through the deep forest. The early sounds of birds singing, just after they had awoken, were in his ears. He loved those early hours. The mist of night was still covering the long grass. All was peaceful and quiet. His strong, yet a tad chubby, body moved nearly soundless through the world. Some of the tree had started to get the first early leaves red and orange. A soft shade of greens and reds was covering the trees on his way. The dark stag enjoyed this time of the day, and wandering through his home at this exact time.
He had, like always, chosen a lighter part of Blackwood. One of the few, where the sun actually broke through the trees and lightened the forest. Rays of sun danced over the soft mossy ground. A chill of fresh air moved through the leaves and made them dance and rustle. The first sign of the upcoming autumn, which was approaching the forest. No other sound could be heard. Silence and peace.

Soon after he had reached his favourite place, he lowered his head to the ground. In this quite sunny part of the Blackwoods, his favourite berries were crowing. Big bushes, full of those juicy berries were standing close by each other. With the surroundings all save, he allowed himself to dream a little. Dream of the doe he had just met some time ago. The lively little Oakfern…

He shook his head and antlers while moving further, thinking of the little brown doe. And this was the moment it happened. Shaking his head in the bushes, he suddenly felt something touch his antlers. Well, it was more like buffing into something.

Blákaldur was mad. Screaming out. “This disloyal, screamish… fawnish… beast of a Silverthorne coward!” That useless doe had run away when he was fighting to protect her. As he had won the fight and turned around she was gone. Vanished into the woods. She had tried to run away several times, but this time managed to get away in the end.

With his powerful and muscled legs he dashed through the forest. He was about to explode. The heart in his chest was painfully beating. Breathing hurt in his lungs. He didn’t simple run. He stomped his hooved in the ground. There was only one way to stop him from turning into that soulless beast boiling in his chest. “Mertor. Brother… he thought. Where are you?? I NEED you! “

For what felt like hours he kept running. The sun started to set, and the fur on his legs turned wet from the dew. His brother was fat. A big, fat and lazy stag. How the heck did he manage to… vanish???
Slowly the running made his head a little more clear. He could start to think. Where would his brother be? At this time of the day. Well, normally he would head for a breakfast. And in this time of the year, his fave breakfast was berries. So Blaka headed towards the small opening. Slowing down as driving closer, he looked around. A slight smell of his brother was around. With the anger still pondering in his chest, he was sniffing the ground. Neither branches, nor bushes bothered him on his way.

Finally he found his brother. Running into him… literally. In between the leaves of the bush, they had run into each other. And they big antlers clicked together. Some racks got stuck. It wouldn’t have been a very big deal to get them free again. But not this time. With the bumb Blakas rage was fully back. For him this was clearly an offend. Mertor must have seen him coming. So he had waited here. With his antlers lowered to challenge his brother. Yes, Blaka war sure, that was how it was going. His brother WANTED to fight him.

“So you wanna fight me?!” the dark stag yelled.
“W-what? I didn’t… I was just… the berries… .”

“And now you’re lying to me???”

“No… Blaka… really… I was just dreaming…”
Blaka pushed him, so that Mertor fell back on his hind legs.
“If you want to fight, fight!”

To be continued...

________________________________

Informations if I get him:

Name: Blákaldur
Gender: Stag
Height: 14hh
Age: 10 Years, born Year 748 of the New Age
Colour: Mahogony Bay Restricted Fawn
Genotype: EE/Aa/fwfw/nRx
Eye color: brown
Bodytyp: heavy
Bloodlines: Blackwood NPC x Blackwood NPC

About him (character ect.):

He is a stubborn stag, who love it to fight. He isn't the smartest stag but he is sarcastic. If another stag don't fight he will bother this one until this one will fight. His self control is very low and this is why he is aggressive. Onother hobby of him beside fighting is hunting wolves. He always try to be the stronges and best stag, so he always search for stronger rivals. If he find a doe wich belong to another stag he try to get her, he don't care if he has to fight for her. If he find a doe witch don't belong to a stag he try to keep her at his sidem he don't leave her alone. But he still doesn't have a doe because he often frightened them and because of the fact that he isn't realy fast so a lighter builded doe can easy run away.

Plans:

- doing much rp with him

- He should be a friend/"brother" of my stag Mertor

History:

When Blákaldur was just a little fawn, he was happy. His mother was already older, but therefore she was wise and experienced with little fawn. He lived the happiest life, when he was with her. It wasn’t long ago, that his mother had tripped, and was now limbing. It wasn’t a big deal for her. But due to her being a slight danger for the herd she was in, the other does and her fawns kept some distance. But Blaka didn’t care. As long, as she was with him, he was happy.

He didn’t hear them coming. They came in so quiet, that no one heared them. And as they broke through the forest, panic filled the clearing. Does and fawns were jumping away, dashing somewhere safe. They left. Left him and his mother. Slowed down by her limbing, Blakas mother pushed her fawn deeper into the woods. Further, till she found a small coppice. It was like a small tunnel. Just big enough for Blaka. She pushed him in, and told him, how much she loved him. Then she jumped off. But she didn’t come far. Just a few meters outside his sight, the wolves got her down. She died, while Blaka was hiding. He was shaking and crying. He spend the night there, unable to move. And hoped, his mother would come back to him.

Myrdan, Mertors mother, was the one who found him. She heared the slight cries of Blaka. Myrdan had found his mother, and immediately knew, what had happened. With her soft voice, she talked him out of the bush. It took some time to convince him to get out, and make him believe everything was save now. Still shaking and crying he walked up to her. Myrdan looked down to him. Told him to hush, and that somehow, everything would be alright again. She knew, the blood in the air would still attract other predators. She had to get him back to the mainherd. So she softly nuzzled the small fawn and lead him away. Her own son, just two years of age, was waiting a few meters away. Mertor also knew what had happened. He smiled at the small fawn. Blaka was welcomed into the little family, as a son and a brother.

Myrdan was a good mother. And she loved Blaka as her own son. He and Mertor grew up together as brothers. Mertor introduced him into funny games, and they spend the days playing and chasing. For the next two years they lived as a happy little family. Small Blaka had found back his joy. He loved to play with the older Mertor. Cuddle with Myrdan. He grew into a big and selfassure fawn. Other than Mertor he was not chubby, but muscular. But still those two were the best friends. Sticking together like glue and playing big boys.

As Blakas mother, Myrdan was an older doe. But she was even older then Blakas mother. And so sadly the day came, she passed away. There was no predator, or anything like that. She fell asleep peacefully and never woke up again. Her sons were mourning over her loss for quite a long time. And in this time, Blaka changed. He became sarcastic, aggrasive and with a very low selfcontrol. He started challenging other stags. Fighting and hunting wolves.

But the biggest change was his attire towards does. He became overprotective. Fearing to loose them. Whenever he found an unclaimed doe, he took her. But due to his build and attire to loose himself in a fight with other stags, he didn’t kepp them for long. They ran away, as they couldn’t live with how and what he was.

Herd Information

Herd: Blackwood
Herd Position: Herd Member; he is a wanderer sometimes

Fight Stats

Skill Points
Speed: 2 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)
Stamina: 6 [Basic Level]
Strength: 11 [Medium Level]

Magic: 2 [Basic Level]
Herbs: 2 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0

Breakdown
+4 stamina - base bonus
+8 strength - base bonus
+2 speed - starter bonus
+2 stamina - starter bonus
+3 strength - starter bonus
+2 magic - starter bonus
+2 herbs - starter bonus

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Mertor (c) me