FAITHFUL LAND

Name:Aoibheann ((Pronounced 'ee-ven'))
Gender:Female
Age:4 Years
Height: 6 hh
Type: Medium light
Use:Roleplay at on the Western Isles.
Mahogany Bay Roan Fawn
Ee/Aa/nRn/fwfw/nrz

She possesses no magical skills, and her small horn has yet to grow in.

Year 756 of the New Age

Autumn

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Personality
Aoibheann was always a loner in a way, she often keeps to herself, and is shy of others. Her words come out mumbled most of the time, and she usually decides it's better if she stays quiet. She prefers to not make friends too much, and even the friends she is close to she keeps caution of. Aoibheann is also very caring and gentle, and loves playing with the small woodland animals in Glenmore. Chipmunks are her favourite and she often lets them rest on her back with her, or carries them around atop her small slender head. When another fawnling is in need she is sure to help however she can.

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Story
"Sweet dreams" said a silhouette her young eyes still failed to see in the sleepy haze of night. A slight comforting nudge lifted her small head onto a small flat rock, and she drifted off to sleep. Her dreams filled with the usual happiness they always carried, images of herself frolicking in a meadow, butterflies flitting above her and rabbits below, birds singing their merry songs, the sweet scent of the land feeling cool against her soft wet nose.
She awoke, looking hither and thither for her mother around the place they usually slept, but the beautiful doe was no where to be seen. She started panicking, Mother was never far from the tree the slept under for shelter, and was usually right by her side when she woke up, but today she could feel that her mother wasn't near, and something felt terribly off about it. Frantically she ran, deep into the woods shouting as loud as her longs would allow, "MOMMM, MOM!" Her pace quickened at the sound of hoof beats running away, she ran towards the sound to find her mother lying on the ground, the fragile figure shuddering slightly as it breathed. Cautiously she stepped forward. "M-mom...?" Aoibheann nudged her mothers head, and noticed her eyes looked glassier than they usually do. "Mommy, are you okay?" Tears swelled in the doe bellow's eyes. "Just fine, go home now, Mommy's going to sleep for a while, if she isn't back soon don't fret. Stay away from danger and do as you're told, never wander too far, nor close yourself in, keep safe and live happily, okay?" Small shining tears glistened down her cheek as she looked up at her concerned daughter. "Mommy, if you're just going to sleep, why are you telling me all this? I'm always by your side! There's no reason to tell me that." The small fawn's head turned and she noticed a thick red liquid running down her mother's neck. "Mommy, are you okay? What's that red stuff" The larger doe gave a soft small smile, "freedom." She choked out before a long exhausted sigh escaped her, and she lay still, eyes closed and stomach void of the movement of her breathing. "What do you mean, Mommy?"
"Mom...?"
"MOM?!?!" Aoibheann didn't like that her mother had just fallen asleep on her like that, being curious she wanted a better answer, and something just didn't seem right about how she was acting. She hurriedly nudged her mothers side. "Mom! Mommy wake up, Mommy!" Realization hit her like a hail storm, in that moment her heart felt like it had crumbled into a million small blades that cut her inside, she felt ripped and confused, she knew her mother wasn't sleeping, or at least, not the kind of sleeping that assured her she'll be back and walking with her home again like usual. No, this was a deeper sleep, a sleep that never ends, yet at the same time as soon as this sleep occurs the one sleeping does end. This was death. She crumbled to her knees, heart broken and mind torn, tears flooding her young innocent face. "No... MOMMY WAKE UP." She screamed, this couldn't be happening, why was it happening? This isn't fair it can't be happening! She tried screaming at her mother, but this time all that came out were silent choked sobs, her world had just fallen around her, and she barely said goodbye to it.

Aoibheann woke with a start, her body on fire and her mind racing, eyes frantically tracing the land around her for the silhouetted figure, but it was no where in sight. "...That dream again." She whispered to herself. Her dreams no longer consisted of happiness, instead they were always of that memory that would stay with her for life. But what life? She didn't feel alive anymore, she felt like a broken piece of existence who's only reason to actually exist was to mourn. Half death and half sorrow always filling her to the bone.
Slowly she stood, her legs shaking and slightly numb from the position she had been sleeping in. Stretching, she turned her head up to the Sun, oh how it mocked her in the way it made the animals dance in glee, how it shined on her as if she were something of pride or joy. Nevertheless she walked on, trotting steadily towards the river she often drank from. Her fragile legs slid into the water and she welcomed the coolness it offered and drank from it, feeling refreshed now. She lifted her head again, looking out to the direction of the river's flow. "Oh how I wish I could just sink into it. Mother gone for speaking, no friends for fear of betrayal, all I have left is this faithful land to keep me on my feet."

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History
Aoibheann grew up alone with her mother, her father had died shortly after mating with her, and she knows little about him except for the few tales her mother told about him. Her mother preferred to keep him as a buried memory, so as not to make her daughter feel lonely, or 'odd' for not having a father. Fatherless or not Aoibheann grew up very happily with her mother, enjoying her company and valued what she taught her about the lands she was being raised in. In her eyes, Glenmore was the only place of comfort, the thought of leaving for somewhere else made her sick. But while Glenmore may be home, her mother was her world, she meant everything to soft young doe. She leaned on her guidance and often looked to her when lonely. Something wasn't quite right about her mother though, she always seemed quiet or cautious, and it was obvious she hated the rulers of the land, all of them. This is what lead to her death. She had had enough of it, and stood up to the king while her daughter was sleeping. Had abandoned her daughter and home just to speak her tongue, knowing the price was her own demise.
The image of her bleeding dead mother haunts Aoibheann's dreams and thoughts to know end, her heart and mind now scarred with that image, as if someone had taken the time to carve it into her very being. Often times she thought of her mother as selfish for doing this, how could she just abandon her and die just to speak out against the king? But she knew better, and she knew her mother decided it was the right choice, and probably knew what affect it would have on her innocent daughter,
Aoibheann is now thought of as suspicious by the king and the rest of the herd, hence why she prefers staying quiet. She would never harm the king nor speak as her mother did, but of course her mother's actions had lead them to believe she would, and she always felt like they watched her every move, as if they were ready to kill her if she so much as ate a piece of grass wrong. She grew up this way since she was merely 1 years-old, having no one to lean on anymore, and no one to cry on when she felt lost or helpless. Her heart became bitter and closed to everyone else, and she kept to herself, often pretending the stars were her mother's eyes watching over her, that was the only friend she needed. Ever.
However the fawn's love for nature never faded, and she still loves being around the small woodland creatures, and brushing her silken tail in the cool green grass. The sound of the river by her home lulling her to sleep every night. Glenmore was still home, motherless or not, Glenmore still held that charm that she could never forget even if she tried, which she didn't, nor did she want to.

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