“You’re a grown stag now and a lord in your own right, one that carries the blood of the Kings of old. You’ve been gifted a princess worthy of your bloodline, won a doe that is suited to your rank. You could do better, but I’d be here all day if I had to lecture you on that.”
LLywelyn couldn’t remember the last time he stood in this glade, feeling like a spare part as his father listed off all the things he wasn’t happy with or what he could do better at. He must have been younger then, maybe before he was betrothed to Eiddwen and before he strided away to build his own life. Funny what time does to
Featuring: Princess Carina and Lady Isold
Mentioning: Flurry,Leia, Poppy,Lady Juliette, Lord Ciardair, Ask and loads of NCP Staff
Royal Glades, Glenmore
Y771 of the new age
Isold
Spring had started and the birth of her current fawn was getting closer it had been like any other she had had. She had the usual aches everything was something she had already experienced this was thill the contractions started. She was laid in her den when the contractions started the normal pain pulsing through her body what was not normal was the sharp pain she experienced in her hips it was excruciating and more unbearable than she had ever had to deal with be
Featuring: Lady Isold and Captain Theon
Mentioning:Dracoquis, Poppy and Lady Juliette
Winter
Year 773 of the New Age
Glenmore, Royal Glade
She had left her fawns with Draco to watch them, this was something she had to do a lone. She walked over the glades towards where Theons glade was it was so much bigger now than when she last saw it. It could no longer be classed as a den at this size she had chosen the right time of year to try and speak to him as well winter was not the season for training so he would be at home.
Her heart was thumping as she stood outside his glade in the cold “Theon!” she called out for him hoping he was
A continuation of:
Winter, Year 772 of the New Age
Glenmore, in the Royal Glades
Featuring Princess Alailté, with mentions of Guardsman Alistaire,
Guardsman Soban (NPC), Lord Callion & Young Lady Wist (NPC)
It was a beautiful day. Cold with the crisp chill of winter, the land lay blanketed in a generous coating of snow, the branches above no deterrent to the onslaught of the season. Alé had spent the day by the New Oak with her family, enjoying the company of the other ladies and Glenmore socialites while her husband tended to matters of state. And beside her, her little blessing of a daughter – so long desired, so treas
Featuring: Lagertha, Morpheus and Siofra
Blackwood
Spring Y771
Largertha
The birth of her fawn had been difficult as it was her first but once her daughter was in the world what she went through did not really matter now. Siofra was dark and her pelt was nicely marked she was also healthy which was good. She did not get back to the cave she had sheltered in with Morpheus as the birth had caught her off guard while out visiting her friend.
She had tried her best to get back to the cave but she had not made it instead she had to settle for a hovel in the the forest which was dangerous but she found a decent bush to shelter in that would offe
A Black Pelted Doe and a Half-dead Duke by Dusty-Tales, literature
Literature
A Black Pelted Doe and a Half-dead Duke
Damien
Trudging through the snow that came up passed his knee he was forced to high-step in order to keep from falling on his face. Damien stopped to catch his breath at a frozen river. The weather was colder than what it normally would be this time of year, but currently the sky was clear. The young duke was not looking forward to the wither-deep snow that would come later in the season. He’d be swimming in the snow if he decided to keep exploring the Glenwood in the later months of the season.
Damien was six years old now and his second rack had come in, though it was still small. What he was hoping for was to meet another buck his
Featuring Draco, Sigurd & Isold
Mentioning Lord Ciardair & Dolores
Spring, Year 768 of the New Age
Glenmore, In & Near Lord Ciardair’s Glade
Sigurd
The first light of the new day was just barely beginning to peak over the horizon but within the den where Ìsold and her fawns slept it appeared to still be night. The thick vines with their large leaves blocked out the light allowing those within to continue their sleep, heedless of the oncoming day just outside the dens protective walls.
Nonetheless, the young Sigurd woke, his eyes blinking slowly as he became fully conscious. Slowly, so not to wake his mother and sister
Love, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 11 by RachelErica, literature
Literature
Love, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 11
“Okay, Michelangelo, tell me what it is that you want from me.”
Even in writing, Mikey could distinctly sense Sayuri’s exasperation. Nonetheless, he was elated that she had pretty much given in.
When he went to respond to the message, it dawned on him that he was not exactly sure how to answer her question. Of course, he knew what he ultimately wanted from her – a relationship with his grandmother. What he had not thought through was how to even begin.
He started when his door swung open to reveal Leonardo standing in his doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
Mikey greeted him with a disarming grin from beh
Featuring: Lady Isold and Lord Ciardair
Mentions: Lord Sigurd and Lady Dolores
Location: Glenmore, Royal Glades
Season: Spring
Year: 766 of the new age
This season as she promised towards the end of her pregnancy she stayed in Ciardair’s glade as the first wave of pain brought her to her knees the hoof maidens and servants were there so fast she was not even able to comprehend there speed. One doe used her magic to close Ísolds den and Ciardair was told and was outside ready to see his fawn. Ísold mane and tail were plated and in place she was not used to this all this fuss and attention she was already laying down she could
Streams and Strangers Featuring Thore and Lucyus Glenwood, Glenmore Spring, Year 764 NA
Lucyus
Lucyus was out in the Glenwood, marveling at the slowly budding trees. She was out more these days. The weather was warmer and not so cold. Seeing a butterfly, she started to chase it, headless of where she was going in the wood. After a while, she tired of chasing and stopped at a stream to drink. Hearing a twig snap, she lifted up her head to scan for danger, her legs poised to run from whatever it was.
Thore
Thore paused in his steps to look down and give a quick glare as the twig he'd stepped on, annoyed that the peaceful silence of th