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Since this is likely my last pool, I want to know what my watchers want to see from me! 

3 deviants said more horse art?
3 deviants said more fawnling art?
1 deviant said I want to make my watchers happy and make them want to comment and interact with me, every little bit of data helps with that!
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No deviants said Journals about my life (these would be pretty boring im a shut in that sits in front of a computer most of the day)
No deviants said Please comment if nothing in the list satisfies you


Featuring King Drustan and Lady Gwenaelle

Autumn, Year 760 of the New Age

Kings Glade, Glenmore


Since the incident with the unknown stag, Drustan had kept a careful watch on the injured golden doe. Fenella had healed the physical scars that has littered her withers and rump, but Drustan worried more over the internal scars. Something terrible had happened to the young doe - his mate - and no magic to erase those scars. It dug into his heart like sharpened tines that he had to tell her the truth about him, but he couldn’t keep the secret from her forever. It would hurt her to know, but it would hurt her more not to.

This particular pre-dawn morning, he lay under the cover of the branch-woven den in his glade with the golden doe sleeping soundly beside him. He’d lain awake the entire night, worrying over the stag that had hurt her, and trying to muster the courage to tell her his secret. Around in circles he went, listing the good and bad reasons, and coming back to the conclusion that regardless of what he did, he was going to disappoint her sooner rather than later. The question was then, did he disappoint her now while she was still fragile, or wait until he’d built her confidence back and knock it down again?

Sighing, the thin light of dawn started to brighten the glade and illuminate the sleeping shape of the doe. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep - how could he bring himself to disturb her? Now or ever?

How could he bring himself to lie to her any longer?

“Gwen,” he murmured, gently nuzzling her sleeping cheek, “Wake up my golden one... I must tell you something.”


The trip to the Kings glade hadn’t been easy with her hurt leg and the entire time had dread the thought of what would happen when they made it. He hadn’t said much and she could tell he was barely holding onto his anger, though she hadn’t been sure if she was the cause of that anger. When they finally reached the glade Drustan had told the guards to bring Fenella and the golden doe’s heart sank. She had been almost hoping that Fen wouldn’t have to know and now the talk they had back at the lake was ringing in her ears. Fen had told her to be careful, but Gwen had foolishly thought she meant careful to let the herd find out.

The whole situation was a testament to how young and foolish She truly was. Gwen had thought that having a fawn meant she had been ready to face anything there was in life, though she had also thought that life only consisted of looking pretty and gossiping with her friends.

When Fenella finally entered the clearing she had been glowing, well figuratively because she can actually glow, however her smile fell away when she saw Gwen huddled near Drustan. They exchanged words that Gwen had mostly blocked out, she didn’t want to hear the guilt or piety, or what ever their voices would give away. Before Fen came to heal her she asked for a moment alone with her and Drustan begrudgingly accepted, though he didn’t go too far. Gwen knew what was coming, ‘I told you so’ and though these words and feelings were clear on Fen’s face what she said was much softer and all Gwen could do was nod her head in agreement.

Gwenaelle had settled in quickly, though it was easier when no one really talked to her. The silence left her mind go blank and she didn’t have to think. It was odd at first to be almost sharing Drustan with Fenella but that feeling wore away, Gwen would always have to share him.

She woke with a start, her tired mind not truly aware of where she was. Turning to look at Drustan she noted his worried and tired gaze, ”Is something wrong?”


He felt a pang of guilt as she awoke. He should have let her sleep for longer, she was tired and hurting. Later would have been a better time. No, he chided himself, there was no good time for this. He shook his head, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing immediate,” he touched his nose to hers, trying to calm her startled heartbeat. “I have to tell you something that my mother told me just before she died... Something about me. It’s not... good Gwen. But I want you to know that it doesn’t change how I feel about you. I will always protect you, I will always keep you and Caeluan safe.”

He met her eyes, sinking into those worried brown pools in the early morning light. He hated this. He hated to worry her, to put yet another burden on her shoulders. But she had to know. Caeluan wasn’t safe if someone found out before Gwen. He had to tell her now, before he lost his nerve. “Gwen, I’m not a King,” he swallowed fast, “Ragnar was not my father. My mother she... she went to a different stag, and she pretended I was Ragnar’s so the herd would think he wasn’t... so the herd would think he could still make fawns. I was never meant to be King, Donnaghán was supposed to... but then...” He winced at the memory, “Gwen I’m sorry. I didn’t know until after we... until after you joined my harem. I’m so sorry.”


She listened closely, trying to make sense of his words. He was afraid someone would want to hurt her and Cae? Because of something about him? Her eyes searched his, looking for the answers and finding nothing but guilt. This was familiar and it scared her, what could he truly feel guilty about? He was the king, his word was law.

But that was just it, ‘I’m not a King’ The words echoed around her head, and her ears slicked back. How... why? How could there be so many secrets between them? Because she was supposed to be only a doe in his harem, not his lover, not his princess. She sat up and turned away, trying desperately to figure out her own feelings and thoughts. She felt hurt, not that she had been with someone who probably wasn’t even of royal blood, but because he had been living with such a heavy secret. She didn’t even know how long he had to live with this.

With a calming sigh she knew how she felt about this sudden revelation and she turned to Dru, “Drustan I do not care what you are not, I care what you are. You are a very kind and loving stag that cares for his does and treats them unlike any other stag I have met.” Gently she touched his cheek,” I want to be by your side until we grow old and many many grandfawns run about our hooves, if you wish me to keep this secret with you I shall.”


For a moment he thought he had lost her. When her face turned away, he felt his heart wrench. He deserved this. He deserved her hatred and distrust. He deserved for her to leave him and tell the first guard she saw what he had told her, and he would not deny it. His tainted blood deserved to spill for the worst crime he could ever have committed; lying to his beloved does and fawns. Shame encompassed him, and he swallowed hard, looking down at the earth and wishing it would swallow him up. Fenella and BóAnn had forgiven him - had he truly expected the rest of his does to? Whose fawns he had put in line to inherit nothing but a death sentence?

His ears rang with the silence between them, and then her sigh came like a gentle wave lapping at a sandy beach. So calming, so soft. It beggared belief what she spoke next, and he blinked at her as if her words were ludicrous. He only knew he had heard what she had said when she reached over to touch his cheek, and he leaned into her as if they had not embraced in years. “Truly?” He whispered. “Are you sure?” He summoned what mettle he had left to pull away from her so he could look at her. “It will be dangerous to stay close to me, any stag will know they can use you against me, wouldn’t you rather... wouldn’t you rather I kept you somewhere safe?” He whispered, the heartache of having to push her away again breaking his voice. He wanted nothing more than to have her at his side with his Princesses, but the fact he would be able to protect her personally balanced with the fact she would be a prime target was one that could be tipped in anyones favour.


She hated that she had hurt him, even for just a few moments, but his embrace sent all thoughts away. She wanted to stay like this forever and too soon he had pulled away. She looked to him cautiously, had she said something wrong? She was shaking her head before he even finished talking, the thought of being away from him sent her close to panic. Silvanus had done more damage than even she had realised. “No, please, I don't want to go anywhere, I want to stay with you!” She layed back by his side, as if saying that there would be no leaving. She didn’t care if might be safer, safer from what her naive mind didn’t quite know, but she felt like only Drustan could truly keep her safe from whatever could be looking to hurt her.


Making a tight noise of anguish in his throat, Drustan gladly made room for the doe to lie back against him, draping his neck over hers and holding her tight against him. He could feel his heart thunder like it had when he had raced through the forest chasing her scream. The dread of leaving her had such a hold on him, he wondered if he could have accepted it if she had gone with his suggestion to keep away. She was perfect, golden and precious. She had been hurt because of his neglect, and he’d made a vow never to let that happen again. He couldn’t lie to her again, he couldn’t bear to put any distance between them. He was determined, whatever it took, to keep her safe, and to never let her be harmed again. “I’ll never let you down again, Gwen. My golden ray of sunshine,” he would see her shine again if it was the last thing he did.
Explode la plz :iconbomblaexploplz: 

I can't believe it! (well, I can cus I guessed this the moment I read that death scene for Dru's mom O.o)
On another note, Gwen is too freaking cute with him :D
Verdelet | Stag | Glenmore Royal Gaurd by Seele-Studio
Verdelet | Stag | Glenmore Royal Gaurd
He got his design! Thank you so much ThePaisley!!
Seele-Studio Design

bg: green texture bokeh overlay by ClarabellafaireStock

Name: Verdelet
Nickname: Ver
Gender: Stag
Age: 10 years born in year 750
Height:  11.3 HH
Build:  Heavy
Color: Seal Bay Partially Restricted Fawn
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Genetics: Ee/Ata/fwfw/nrz

Herd: Glenmore
Herd Position: Royal Guard?
Current Location: Guarding the boarders and normally around the Great Oak.
Father: Guard Abelard - Deceased(NPC)
Mother: Lady Agrippina(NPC)
Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Magic Type: Earth
Siblings: Half sister Sacha, she is commoner
Sexuality: Secretly bi
Lovers: Open for interests 
Foals: None
Enemies: none

Muse: wip

Personality: Ver is very complex and complicated, even though he is a gaurd and 'striped' of his royal title, he can't help keeping a 'better than thou' air. He treats commoners like dirt, no lower than dirt and does don't even get him started, gah!The only commoner he treats with respect is his sister, and he would do anything to keep her safe and happy (best big bro award) However, there is a more sinister side to him, Verdelet is sadistic and brutal, though he tries to keep this side hidden from the herd. If he is alone with the right fawnling he tends to show this side willing, and the other doesn't come out of it so well. He gets the most pleasure from fighting during rut, mostly because he feels more free to show himself.

Random personality:
> Core traits
> Relationships
-Mother: Since his fathers death they haven't been close.
-Father: He loved his father more than anything, his death has affected Ver deeply.
-Sacha: He loves his sister like no other and would die if it protected her from harm and heartache. Touch his sister wrongly and you dig your own grave.
-Grave: This stag intrigues him, his undying loyalty and willingness to serve surprise Ver. He does tend to think of him as a 'friend'.
-Royal Doe: (might not be in his harem since he became a guard) He mostly ignores her but still expects her to remain his at the end of the day.
-Commoner Doe: He loves this doe in away that is not healthy, for either of them really, but he will never let her go.
> Motivator (lifegoal) Torment-To inflict pain and suffering, on others and/or the self, Secondary: Order-To arrange, organize, and reduce chaos
> Emotional Nature Calm
> Emotional Stability Even-tempered
> Standpoint
Your fawnlings general look on the world around it - Ver is pretty okay with how the world works right now and wouldn't want anything to change
Basic values regarding social interactions - This depends on if he is around a large number of fawnlings or alone with one he trusts
Impulsiveness - an inclination to sudden illogical changes of mind, ideas, or actions - He is not really impulsive, he is methodical and things everything through
Boldness - willingness to enter into battle or to face danger - He is as bold as can be, willing to leap into danger without thought to his life
Flexibility - how your fawnling handles new situations, tough choices, and disagreement - Ver can be quite rigid, he doesn't enjoy change, he is very controlling
Affection - emotional attitude towards other fawnlings - Affection is a hard thing for him, his family has seen the closest he will ever come to affection and even then it feels distant
General style of social interaction - Graceful, Proud, Regal.
Degree to which your fawnling interacts with others - He enjoys being social and interacting with others.
Degree to which your fawnling reveals personal information - Urmm, not very much, his family know the most about him, and even then they don't know enough...
Your fawnlings relationship with cultural norms (the herd religion) - This is a hard one, after the destruction of the oak and his fathers death, he has turned away from Óganach.
> Sense of humor Crude and Mean-spirited
> Quirks, habits and other oddities Compulsive liar, Claim to suffer from short term blindness
> Mental and Emotional disorders Addiction

Ver was born to a lord, though soon after his birth his father became a guard, and lady that liked their discreteness, they tried to teach their son to be kind and proper, but he just didn't believe in being nice to anyone lower status than him which included does. Around when he was two his father brought another doe into his harem, this one was dark commoner with a 'heart of gold' as his father always said. He loved both his does very much but the commoner died while having her first fawn. His father was devastated and with drew from his family for the next year, which forced Agrippina and Ver to be closer to the new filly then they had wanted. Ver grew very close to his sister Sacha, almost inseparable and he would harm anyone that mocked her dark coat.

When Ver was four he began to show off for the rest of herd and would often be found helping to clear dens and meadows of debris. He was doing this as more a way to exercise then because he was nice. When his first rack grew in it was rather small and Ver was quite depressed by it, his father reassured him though," Mine was small the first year too, don't worry one day you will have to worry about branches getting stuck in it!" Ver had always admired his father and wanted to be just like him. Ver's first rut was mostly for show and practise but it was the first time he realized just how much he enjoyed others pain. He began to actively hide this part of himself from the herd and his family, knowing that they would think him... wrong.

At age seven, The crown prince was exiled for killing the captain of the guard then the king died, Ver didn't really know what to make of it but he attended the funerals with his father and the whole affair was very sombering for him. His father supported King Drustan as much as he could, but Ver really didn't think someone so young should have taken over. Despite all the turmoil Ver managed to get his first doe this rut and happily paraded her around the great oak, though he sired no fawns.

Then barely a year later the great oak falls and throws the herd into chaos all over again. After the fires die out Ver is one of the first to go looking for the dead or injured and comes across his father crushed under a branch. This pain and loss is devastating and he begins to cling to his sister for comfort. Barely over his fathers death, the return of Princess Nuala and the reveal of her betrayal breaks him and his one of the stags looking for blood. However Nuala's healing magic helps to sooth his anger and hurt and when he awakes he feels better then he has for years.

This rut is particularly special for him, he finds a commoner doe who joins his harem, this doe intrigues him as it the first doe he has seen that is completely subservient to him. When they are alone he toys with the idea of using her to sate his desire for pain, If the little doe does something he doesn't like he bites her and worse offenses get a kick. Of course the doe takes it with good grace and tells no one of how abusive he is. When he hears that the guards are looking for new recruits he decides to honor his father's memory by joining them, while his sister is proud of him his mother can't handle the likeness and becomes very distant. His mentor is a slightly older stag that goes by the name Grave. The two start to form an interesting relationship and Grave begins to be more loyal to Ver then the herd. Ver notices how Grave is willing to do anything he says and starts to take advantage of that.

Skill Points

Speed: 0 [Basic Level] (Build Cap: 5 points max)
Stamina: 4 [Basic Level]
Strength: 8 [Basic Level]

Magic: 11 [Medium Level]
Herbs: 0 [Basic Level]

Experience: 0


+4 stamina - base bonus
+8 strength - base bonus
+11 magic - starter bonus
Bow and Be Rewarded by Seele-Studio
Bow and Be Rewarded
Im getting another horse -Bad Seele!- but it was sooo pretty, so this is a payment for said horse: an image of Dimotschka who is a very handsome stud!
I hope you like it B3AR-CH13F 
New Has been given to you-pez

So I have been thinking long and hard and as much as I love this design, I just cant connect with it…. #2

It does have a harpg ref… but not one for TWI

I would like the design to go to someone without a fawnling, but if theres little interest I will open it up to everyone

To Do List

RP replies

:bulletblue: Brite
:bulletblue: Cael
:bulletblue: Sil
:bulletblue: Nazam
:bulletblue: Gwen group rp
:bulletblue: Thal Group rp

To Do List

:bulletblue: Clay Ref
:bulletblue: OC refs
:bulletblue: Wizzy and Seddrin stuffs :heart:
:bulletblue: Lace nord breeding

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you-pez Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2014  Student Digital Artist
Helloooooo! How are you? Also, I'd like to wish you a happy belated birthday. ^^

(guess who? it's illy!!)
Seele-Studio Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Ahhhh! Illy :tighthug: I've been pretty good, what about you?
you-pez Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2014  Student Digital Artist
Huggle! I've been fantastic! I took a rather long and unexpected hiatus away from dA and drawing in general, but I'm slowly getting back into things. ^^ I'm probably going to reboot my old stables for HARPG, but I don't know. Let's see where the tide takes me, haha.

What have you been up to? 
Seele-Studio Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
ahh nice, I haven't been up to too much, joined Fawnlings and have been rping there like mad lol

haven't done much with anything horse art related though
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Bright-In-The-Night Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
happy birthday :giggle: <3
Seele-Studio Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you Bright :D
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happy birthday
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RNG Mushies for Christmas 2014

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