A Storm's Brewing | LOST

My bid for #8
13/12/2013 Didn't win him. Ah well, better luck next time and congratulations to =Tuckerlyn!   
11/10/2013 Redid a few small things on the picture, including shading and lighting on rack, bellytuff and head.

S T O R Y
Once upon a time, a lone stag stood guard in the mountain range of Ridgeback. Or… no, it was not once upon a time, it was the summer of the 747 year of the New Age. The wind howled in the mountains; once in a while a lonesome eagle’s cry blended in with the howls, but no one seemed to hear either of them. The stag in the mountains merely continued his watch, his ears turned backwards so the wind would not howl in them too. His eyes never turned away from the forests and meadows below him. Always looking, always observing. The lone eagle cried once more.
 Faint steps could be heard, the soft sound of hooves against the cold, hard stone. Another guard appeared, looking slightly concerned as his eyes focused on the light stag standing closer to the edge. “Rephaim, a storm’s coming; we need to go,” he said. The light stag, Rephaim, flicked his tail, for a second taking his eyes from the everlasting forest. “I know… No one tried to cross today?” The other stag shook his head, but a look from Reph made him say his words. “No: no one tried to cross today, but one stag was spotted walking at the edge of the forest, seemingly waiting to cross, but he never made his move.” Rephaim nodded, before tilting his head to the side and turning lightly towards the younger stag. “Go, I’ll follow suit in a few moments.”

Turning his gaze back to the forest, Rephaim turned his side ever so slightly towards the forest again. Something wasn’t right. He had seen the same dark figure earlier this day, presumably it was the same, but it had also just lingered there before turning back. As if the figure had heard his thoughts, it appeared again. Stepping closer to the edge, he narrowed his eyes. Yes, it was the same. With a snort, he turned and followed the younger stag, but he would not follow him all the way. Where the other would turn down one path, leading to lower grounds on the Glenmore side, probably to turn back to the main herd, Rephaim would turn the other way, down towards the The Red River. It would not be fun to be caught in a storm on the open meadow, but he wasn’t going to let a storm give a Blackwood stag the chance of entering. Oh no, that was going to be over his dead body.

Everything was soaked, drowned in the rain, when his hooves hit the grass. Soon his hooves hit again and again, faster and faster as he made his way towards the river. His sight blinded lightly by the rain, he looked for the figure. He had not seen it trying to pass while he made his way down, but just before he lost sight of it, it had started to move towards the river. Passing during a storm was in theory a brilliant idea; but not if you had shown yourself before actually doing so. Just as he was about to turn back, as the figure was nowhere to be seen, it appeared. It dragged itself out of the riverwater, looked around and found him, the instant he found it. His ears turned to his neck, Rephaim stepped forward, his rack lowered ever so lightly. Now, being able to take a closer look at the other, it appeared not to be a stag, but merely a buck. Just a buck… His shoulders fell for a second, before he tensed up. No. Bucks grew into stags and he knew what Blackwood stags could and would do. The foreign buck seemed to not even wish to try the fight, but merely took the flight; in the wrong direction. As the buck ran for the forests, which caressed the mountainsides, Reph followed pursuit.

Wrong choice, youngling, wrong choice.

[To be continued]

P L A N S
Going into his past, especially his time with his brother. Basically just explaining things better and earning the points, he needs to have at this point.
Making bonds to other Guard stags; those boys need to be close, should be close; their sort of an army after all.
(Preferably most are pre-existing, but will be explained through RPs)
Meeting the general part of the herd; does and stags alike.
Showing his dislike for impure Glenmores, meaning crossbred fawns, at some point.
Showing his over-protectiveness with Princess does(Preferably sometime in his past, before he became an actual Guard).
Sparring with Glenmore stags and fighting with other stags.
Besides those things, I'll see if I can get him into some other peoples plots since in reality, this guy doesn't have any major plots, but then again, not everyone can have that. We can't all dream of becoming head of the guard or kig, now can we, but having someone behind you, backing you up, might be a nice thing

S T A T U S
Registred
Roleplay
Sparring
Fighting
Breeding
Plotting journal

I N F O R M A T I O N
Name Rephaim
Nickname Reph, Reim
Gender Stag
Age 13 years | Born late Spring, Year 744 of the New Age
Build Medium-Heavy
Height 119cm | 12 hh

Colour Smoky Grullo Fawn
Genotype Ee/aa/nD/nCr/fwfw/nRx
Bloodline Glenmore Stag X Glenmore Doe
Offsprings
A couple of NPCs.

Personality Gentle; Confident; Protector; Loyal; Light-hearted joker; Hard to annoy; Harsh towards foreigners

Despite his size and large rack, Rephaim has always been known as a gentle soul, at least by those of Glenmore. Especially does get to see his kind side, but in general he is not known for aggression or proundness. More as a gentle support, ready to lead you home or out of trouble whenever you need it. Even during Rut this trait shows through; he's been known to pick fights with stags purely based on the fact that he knows a certain doe wouldn't want to breed with said stag. If he wins, he's most likely to just let the doe go her way, despite it often being hard for him, unless she wishes to stay with him.
 He carries himself accordingly to his rank, showing the needed confidence he owns, but doesn't try to overshine others; at the same time, he doesn't accept those trying to do it towards him though and he have put a few young bucks in their rightful place. Despite being kind, one should not try to push his boundries; he will snap at some point and charge if you poke too much. If this happens, he's not likely to charge blindly though; no, he'll dance you around until you've learned not to poke or to the spear-like part of is rack rests comfortly in your side, preferably having punctured your lung. The last part is the only choice for foreign fawnling, while the first is an option for those of Glenmore.
While carrying himself to his rank, he can be quite laid back and even a bit of a prankster around friends or fellow Guards. Not known for pulling major pranks, but he can joke around. He especially seems to like to joke around with his fellow Guards when it comes to does; poking them a bit if a doe turns them down or they get rejected otherwise. He knows he himself has boundries, so he stops at any sign of annoyance from the one part, but can continue if he knows the stag well enough. Though doing this, he's always there to make others stop if they're going to hard on a younger stag in the Guard or similar. You mess with those who can take it, not those who you just can.
 Being protective has always been one of Rephaim's things and it hasn't changed after his brother's death. He shows it towards any member of the herd, although it never becomes overprotective. That belongs to the princess does, for yes he is extremely protective of them, if he's asked to guard them for any reason. Any time the protection is asked to be cleared, it is though, so he's not obsessed with doing it. At least it seems that way.
Rephaim has a thing with impure Glenmores. It doesn't matter who they are or how they came to be, they're just not meant to be there. Magic disappears for a reason after all! This doesn't mean he'll be evil towards non-pure fawnlings, it just means he might look away when one of them is attacked or in problems. His biggest hate though, goes to does who wander out during Rut and expect to be accepted when they come back with a fawn sired by a Blackwood, 'cause in all honesty it was their own fault. He doesn't care how big, strong or nasty the stag might have been; it's the does fault in the end, for being so stupid as to wander out during that time. End of that story.
(May be altered slightly, should I win him and start RP'ing him, as I need to play my character to fully describe their personality.)

Extra
Shows no magic capabilities what so ever; cannot even green the grass around his feet.
Wears a trinket made from tail-hair, which belonged to his brother, during the Winter. It enables him to green the grass around his feet. His mother wears it the rest of the time, meaning from the Winter ends til late Autumn, where Rephaim will then wear it again.

Past
Reph's born quite large and strong together with his much darker, very small and fragile twin, Surihl, in the late spring of 744.
At the age of two his brother's magic blossoms, while his own is nonexistant. Their mothers says it's the will of Óganach, so they should not question it.
Their mother teaches Surihl the basics of magic and herblore, while their father starts seriously training Rephaim to take his place.
The year is 748 and Reph starts to train with other bucks instead of only with his father. He starts drifting away from Surihl.
At the age of five he grows his first rack; it's one pronged, but shows signs of becoming three-pronged.
Nothing special happens for three years, besides him training.
His father tells him the importance of treating does right, as Reph makes his debut during Rut at the age of eight.
At the age of ten his rack is divided into three main prongs, some of which also are divided into sub-prongs.
During the summer of 754 Surihl is killed by a trespassing Blackwood stag, but managed to cry for help. Rephaim comes to late to save the brother, but kills the stag in rage.
The father retires a year later and goes with the mother to live out on The Needle together with a few others. Reph takes his place in the Guard.
Present day: Rephaim is a respected, although not high-ranking guard.

Read a longer, more detailed version here(Coming!).

R P G
Herd Glenmore
Rank Royal Guard - Low rank
Favorite areas Loch Kerr, Glenwood
Relations
Sire | NPC Traterion - Former Royal Guard | Black Fawn | Alive, lives around The Needle
Dam | NPC Galayma - Lesser Royal | Dunskin Fawn | Alive, lives around The Needle
Twinbrother | NPC Surihl - Lesser Royal | Smoky Grullo Fawn | Deceased

S T A T S
Overall 2+3+5+4 = 14/34
Speed 2+0 = 2/7
Stamina 2+1 = 3
Strength 4+1 = 5
Experience 1+3 = 4
(+3 Starter bonus, +2 Additional points)

Herb Lore Basic [0]
Magic Basic [0]
Incapable of using magic; not genetic.
(Points will be earned through unsuccesful training to ensure that fawns after him are not touched by his lack of expressing magic.)

L I T T E R A T U R E
None

R P - P I C T U R E S / S T O R I E S
None

O T H E R P I C T U R E S
None

C R E D I T S
Fawnlings & The Western Isles (C) =Ehetere
Design(#8 - www.deviantart.com#/art/Fawnli… (C) =Ehetere