Fawnling January Imports: #2
Blue Roan Fawn

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I'm so excited for this! It took me almost 2 weeks to get all of this done. I feel an uncanny connection to him, I can relate to him in some weird way.
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Name: Rook
Pronunciation: Roo k
Meaning: ¹ A black, European crow, ² To cheat; fleece; swindle.
Nicknames: n/a
Gender: Stag
Breed: Fawnling
Height: 14hh
Age: 9 years
Colour: Blue Roan Fawn
Genotype: EE/aa/RnRn/fwfw/nrz
Bloodlines: Glenmore
Magic Type: n/a

Temperament: Rook is a very hardhearted soul. He is very irritable and grouchy, and very insensitive and indifferent. Rook has a high sense of honor and dignity though, he is above cheating and gambling and such, he will never lie to you.
Ornaments
- 3 bone earrings. These are made out of his lover's bones.
- 4 silver horn rings
- Leather feather and claw twist on left horn. The feather is a blue jay's feather, a bird he has always admired. There is a wolf claw and bone cylinder beads on the other end of the leather. The cylinder bone beads are from his love's bones.
- 3 bones rings with leather, red beads, and tassels on tail. The bone rings are made out of his lover's bones, the tassels are made out of her hair.
- 6 (three per side) leather, ruby, and tassel strings. The rubies are his love's favorite gem, as well as his mothers. The tassels come from his lover's hair.

History:
Rook's history must begin with his parents; naturally.
Rook's mother, Illudia, was almost royalty within her homeland of Glenmore; for her coat sparkled white and gold, being a palomino roan. She lived a life of ease, practically being raised by the King for a future member of his court/breeding does. She did as she wished, getting away with practically everything with just a bat of her long eyelashes and a stare into her rich, deep, chocolaty eyes. She was never known for her virtue, and constantly flirted with soldiers and young stags her age. Illudia was eventually impregnated by the King during her fourth year; and lived comfortably growing very fat on sweet grasses.
One fateful day, a very long time away from Rook's birth, a group of young and attractive yet very malnourished stags wandered into Glenmore's territory. They claimed to have escaped a tyrannical leader in Blackwood, crossing the Ridgeback Range and traveling many weeks to escape from Blackwood. The King was very charitable to other fawnlings and allowed the young stags to stay and regain their health before deciding on their fate. As they grew healthier Illudia was drawn to a certain stag; he was simple enough, a mahogany bay with lots of fawn spots. Illudia wasn't drawn to his simple coat though, it was his humor and charm. He loved entertaining the does and fawns with tales of adventure and cracking witty jokes all the time. Illudia found herself in his company very often, which the young stag, Brock, didn't mind at all. No one but the King knew of the young doe's impregnation at the time, as it was very recent and she had not yet developed the round belly of a pregnant doe. Brock and Illudia began sneaking off and spending a lot of their time together alone in the forests and along Whitewater Cape. One day, the crown prince was taking a walk with a favored doe and stumbled upon the two, performing intercourse to say in the least. The young fawnlings sprinted to the King, knowing of Illudia's status as the King's favorite doe, and immediately reported their findings. The King was absolutely furious and banished Brock and Illudia to living in the Ridgebacks or to go to another Kingdom. He himself had forgotten of Illudia's pregnancy in his rage, and the pair were never seen within Glenmore ever again. Many months later Illudia gave birth to a dark fawn with white fawn spots on a foggy dusk. Brock believed the fawn to be his own, and raised Rook with Illudia within the treacherous mountains. Only Illudia knew of Rook's pure royal lineage, pure enough to be a crown prince.

Rook grew up in the mountains with only two other Fawnlings, his parents. His brave and honorable father taught him to fight, play, and to have a quick wit. Brock instilled a sense of honor within 'his' son that never left Rook, and never will. Sometime between Rook's second and third rut, Brock was injured seriously by a pack of marauding wolves hunting through the range. Brock died days later, and Illudia let the secret of Rook's lineage out, and Rook was shooken. He could be the King! Brock was not his father! Furious at being lied to all his life, he ran away from his dam, dooming her to death with no protection from predators.

He lived on his own for another two years, and became a strapping young stag of 4 years. He traveled away from the Ridgebacks, feeling like they had betrayed him in a way. He went many weeks and miles, eventually ending up in Silverthorne territory. He arrived on a clear and full-mooned night; and the Silverthornes accepted him graciously, believing this mysterious stag who claimed he didn't know where he came from a gift from Luan, the moon goddess. He assisted the Silverthornes on many tasks, Blackwood raider patrol, and territory fights. One of the generals saw potential in the huge stag and taught him many things about fighting. During one of his training sessions, a group of does walked by watching all of the young stags training. Among them, Quinn the flaxen liver chestnut doe, took a shine to Rook, as well as Rook to her. They spent as much time together as possible, Rook's witty and pleasurable, gentlemanly ways as well as his strange accent led her to true love with him. They were together for 3 glorious years, 3 ruts, 3 years full of trial, and yet their love still remained. Quinn eventually came to expect their first fawn.

A posse of stags about Rook's age were jealous of Quinn's loyalty to Rook. They had major crushes on her when she was single, and their jealously only grew and grew with the passing years. Quinn was, after all, the most sought after doe and this stranger lives in Silverthorne for 2 years and gets her? In the dead of night, 3 stags crept up to Quinn's sleeping nest, murdered her with brutal stomping and goring of antlers; not only killing her but the fawn within her belly...

Rook found her body the next morning. He wasn't seen for weeks after that, going to grieve. He eventually was seen sniffing around Quinn's body, then 3 stags mysteriously died a few days later. He wasn't seen within Silverthorne ever again.

Rook traveled back to his homeland, Glenmore. He saw that his true father was still alive, and didn't desire to live among him. He wanted to find out who he was. why he was born with such trials. Why death followed him everywhere.

So he turned to Blackwood.

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Role Play

**Hopeful and made up stats **
Affiliation: Blackwood
Mate: None
Current Location: Blackwood

Fight Stats
Overall: 55
Speed: 10
Stamina: 15
Strength: 20
Experience: 10
Starter points: (20) +10 Strength, +5 Stamina, +5 Speed

Herb Lore Level: Basic [0]
Magic Level: Basic [0]


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