More Fawnlings schtuffs, for a bit.
Family FirstFamily FirstFamily First by mule-deer
Featuring Gus, Étaín, and Fox
Late Spring, Year 758 of the New Age
Windborne, Near Westhaven
All in his vision was red. There wasn’t a thought in him beyond hurt. Hurt Fox. From the minute he’d burst through the trees, rain pounding down around him so loudly everything else was white noise, all he could think about was how satisfying it would be to feel all parts of that stag break under his hooves, the smell the sharp, metallic odor of his lifesblood. That roan stag who’d so wronged him, who’d stolen his mate away and violated her. His hold on her was strong, even now… bound as she was by the pale roan colt at her heels. As much as Gus hated Fox, he could not hate the babe… he was innocent, and he wasn’t guilty for having a rapist for a father. She was trapped t
A Slice of HeavenA Slice of HeavenA Slice of Heaven by mule-deer
Featuring Ket, mentioning Keet
Spring, Year 758 of the New Age
Windborne, The Point
The tiny fawn shifted against her with a sleepy coo, stretching its little legs languidly before curling up tight against its mother. With great care, Ket curved herself protectively around the tiny bay fawn, and lapped at its wild black mane in attempt to tame it... to no avail, of course.
Jeet had given her many things over the years. Headaches, scars, hassles, annoyances. But he nearly made up for all of it by giving her this: this helplessly cute little fawn, who’d stolen her hardened heart the moment it’d looked up at her with impossibly big brown eyes.
Eventually she’d have to share her little treasure with the world, but for now she was content just to sleep.