Stag - Halfdanr - Silverthorne - auction try by Danesippi on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

My auction try for #2 here: fav.me/d6yafek
The light is making his coat more red than on design, but hope my color play is accepted due to light source etc.

Future plans:
He will be part of the Marauders gang if I win him.
Hopefully RPing with Templado, ScunnyElse and others.
So big plans for him, including RPing and stuff ^^

If I win, he will be my last starter - but the one with most planned for him XD
If needed, I will let go of Fionn to make room for this guy <3

Name: Halfdanr (means the half dane)
Nickname: Halfie

RP: The Western Isles
Herd: Silverthorne
Status: herd member

Age: 9 years
Year of birth: 748 of the New age
Gender: stag
Breed: %Fawnlings
Height: 13 HH
Body type: medium, fluffy
Antler: medium to large

Design: #2 fav.me/d6yafek

Color: Silver Bay Fawn
Genotype: EE/Aa/nZ/fwfw/nrz
Eyes: golden brown

Personality:
As young he is independent, free spirited and loves to pull pranks on others, fight with anyone willing weather for fun or a more serious skirmish. He has a strong connection to his parents and remembers his deceased father as a big, strong and proud stag whom he wants to be like. Being mischievious by nature, he often ends up in some sort of trouble - but he has always been expecting his mother to defend him and has been raised to believe he can not really do anything wrong. Which means he lack a natural limit in his pranks as well as self discipline. Rather fearless as he has never truly been hurt - minor battle wounds mean little to him. Halfie is also very active, always up to no good and extremely protective about family and friends. He dreams to become a high ranked soldier.

When he gets older, he learns more about his parents and experiences a loss of identity. He becomes more serious, more deadly and fierce, still lacking the sense of fear and limitations. In his adulthood he also becomes more supersticious, cold and nazi like towards strangers. There is only one true herd!

Halfie will always come off as self centered, proud, vain and brave boarding to foolish.

Background story:
Halfie is - according to his mother - the result of a true love story. Sadly his mother's true love and Halfie's sire, Anfang, died when Halfie was pretty young, not more than about 2 year old. The mother witnessed the attack on her lover and according to her, Anfang was killed by a massive Blackwood stag roaming the Silverthorne border. The stranger was never found and the father was never truly revenged, though Halfie plots to revenge him some day.
Halfie's mother, Valleri, did not mate with any other stags after that. She always said she couldn't after loosing her true love, but no stag in the herd ever showed her any interest either, though Halfie never really thought about that until he got adult. Being the only offspring, Halfie kept a close bond to his mother through his upbringing and into teenage years. She was very protective over him and would always try and make his life as wasy and problem free as possible, even if he did bring the problems on himself.

Magic:
Type: Fire
Level: Medium
Herbal Level: basic

Fight Stats:
Overall:
Speed: 2 [max 7]
Stamina: 2
Strength: 7
Experience: 1

Starter info:
+3 to strength
+1 level on fire magic

Bloodlines: Pure Silverthorne
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Sire: Anfang (deceased) [NPC]
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Dam: Valleri [NPC]
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Character © =Danesippi
Fawnlings © =Ehetere
Design © *fuangel29

Story (604 words):
Spring, Year 750 of the New Age
Silverthorne, Silver Vale

Spring, Year 750 of the New Age
Silverthorne, Silver Vale

Halfdanr looked curiously at the young baby doe. She couldn’t be more than a year, half his own age. Her black coat glistened in the sun, as she rose from the lake. In her mouth were underwater herbs he didn’t know the name of.

“Whoaru?” she asked her mouth full and impossible to understand. He raised an eyebrow, questioning. The doe climbed the lake bank and spit out her findings in front of him. He took a single step back to avoid the water running of her body in small floods.

“Who are you?” she asked again, making funny faces while trying to sneeze out water from her nose.
“Halfdanr,” he replied. He made an extra effort of looking down at her, as she was obviously younger than him. And a girl … “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be out here on your own.”
She snorted. “I’m fine. You can’t tell me what I can or can’t do!”
“I’m older than you,” he said sharply. “And I’m a stag.”
The doe laughed, not impressed. “I can barely see your horn …”

Halfie’s eyes grew small as his pride was attacked by the tiny creature. “And who are you then?”
“Foxy,” she replied, gathering her findings on the ground. “Can you take these back home? Then we can carry more together.”
“Why would I?”
She made a shrugging movement with her shoulders, looking at him with wondering eyes before losing interest. “Never mind, I’ll just go get more later.” She picked up the herbs with her lips, careful not to cut the plants with her small sharp teeth. Then started walking back towards town.

“What are you using those for?” Halfie asked and followed the little doe. She just looked at him, moaned some muffled words and kept walking briskly on long, delicate legs.

He walked next to her a little while. Then suddenly said: “I should walk you home. I’m the oldest and you shouldn’t be out on your own. There are predators, you know.”

The doe stopped, spit out the herbs and glared at him. “If you are going to walk all the way next to me, why couldn’t you bring some extra herbs with you?”
He looked at her with a surprised expression. “I don’t know … I didn’t know I was going to follow you home then.”
“Boys,” Foxy growled, sounding a lot like a fox cub actually, Halfie thought. “Well, stay here. Then I will quickly get more herbs.”
“I don’t want to carry those things,” he complained. “I don’t even know what they are for.”
“It’s fresh sea grass,” she said, already trotting back towards the lake with short bouncing strides. “My mum needs it to cure tommy aches.”
“You sound like such a baby,” he mumbled, curiously watching as she quickly dived into the lake and returned, once again soaking wet with her mouth full of herbs. She moaned, shook her body and snorted loudly. Not very girl like.

Quickly she trotted back to him, then looked at the herbs on the ground and stared at him intently. “Mwell?”
“They don’t look very tasty.” He sniffed the herbs, smelling unpleasant things from the bottom of the lake. And drool. Girl drool.
“Mamy,” she mumbled with her mouth full, glaring at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Did you just call me a baby?!”
A hint of laughter crept into the doe’s eyes. But before he could decide if he needed to retaliate, she trotted off towards home. “Girls,” he growled. Then picked up the herbs and followed her.

Foxy: fav.me/d6xjpo4