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Featuring Enda and Princess Eiddwen
Late Spring , Year 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, The Glenwood
    Enda
    It was another depressing family function that her and her family had been dragged to. This time she was reminded to stay within very specific boundaries that her mother set out, and Enda was far more inclined to obey after the last time she was at a family event. Though, that had been kinda exciting too, different from all the rules her parents expected her to abide by. Enda was not paying the adults any mind and actually was entertaining herself in a shaded corner out of the way of the party. It was quiet there, and there weren’t the large feet of adults trampling about to disturb her work. The little filly just figured out how to work her earth magic and was entertaining herself by making little shoots of grass reach for the sky. When she greened up one patch of grass, she crawled to another patch to work on it as well. There was something mesmerizing in getting the grass to grow. The current patch she was working on seemed more responsive to the young doe’s magic and the sunlight just peeking through the trees. Within the grass there was a flower seed that started to take root. The leaves were serrated and the flower itself was a yellow one with lots of petals.
    She was proud as proud could be, her first flower. Little hooves pushed up under her, she had to show her mother. Maybe this would make her happy?!
Eiddwen
    Today was an onerous day. Yet another wretched family meeting. Something about granddad’s dying wish. Stay together, love each other, ugh. Eiddwen might have been willing to tolerate such sentimental diatribe, but she had been relegated to fawnsitting. It was an insult of the acutest kind! Afterall she was a grown princess doe now, one who had been joined to a lord just days before. She should be standing with the adults looking nobly dour as the situation demanded. Or taking a turn about the galdes with her new beloved while they gazed into each other's eyes tenderly and planned for their future family. She deserved far better than to be stuck with dirty snotty spawn of the lesser family members. The dross, the broken branch.
    Eiddwen lay basking in a patch of sunshine. She was statuesque and still, allowing the filtered sunlight to dance about her coat and best accent her natural feminine grace. A subtle tingling of nearby magic caught her attention. The princess frowned. It was Eenie.
    Eiddwen elegantly rose to her hooves and malevolently glided toward the filly on dainty feathered feet. Her hoof came down abruptly on Enda’s delicate blossom. “What do you think you are doing!” the princess hissed with a look of abject mortification on her fine featured face.
    Enda
    As soon as that perfectly shaped hoof came squarely down on Enda’s flower crushing it, the little fawn let out a squeal. She immediately sprung into action. She could not appreciate the finer doe’s beauty and perfectly formed features because she was trying to shoulder her beautiful cousin off the blossom. The roan-backed darker filly was absolutely horrified. Hazel eyes glared up at the pale doe.
    “My flower! You stepped on it!” Enda declared, hurt. The dandelion was squashed flat to the ground, petals broken and stem crumpled. “I was going to show my mother!”
    The gangly legged fawnling was completely crushed. “ I was making things grow. “
Eiddwen
    Eiddwen narrowed her eyes at the glaring, yowling fawn. “Eenie! Proper does do not practice magic in public!” she scolded, raising her voice over Enda’s protests. “Ug, I suppose it would be too much to ask for someone of your limited breeding to understand propriety,” The young princess sneered as she turned up her nose in a huff. “That is not a flower anyway, it is just a noxious little weed.”
    Eiddwen ground the little yellow bloom into the earth with her foot. Just like you, she thought ruefully. “If you want to make your parents happy you should learn proper protocol, decorum, and to speak to your betters with the respect they deserve.”
The princess stepped off the crushed dandelion and continued to glare at the filly from behind her long eyelashes. “Earth magic is a stag’s art, learn your place little tadpole.”
Enda
    Enda bristled, offended, at the use of the nickname. She held her head up, “Earth magic is the herd’s magic, cousin Eiddi. “ The little fawn took up a position over her thoroughly destroyed creation. Spindly legs determined to protect what was left now that her cousin had stepped off of it. Enda might not have understood all of the words that her beautiful cousin said but she knew the sound of an insult in the tone and body language of the princess, “Guess your mama didn’t teach you that. Or that flowers have PETALS. “
    Because the dandelion had lots of them, and they tasted good. Weeds are things that no one wants around, dandelions were good food. Enda was getting more and more angry the longer her cousin spoke.
    “You’re just JEALOUS because you can’t make things GROW. “
Eiddwen
  It was just like a commoner to place value in tawdry useless things. Eiddwen scrunched her nose and had to restrain herself from a very unlady like outburst. “Petals or not some flowers are not worth keeping around. Some are a pestilence and can spoil an entire garden, like your little weed, or even poison fawns. Such undesirables ought to be plucked and discarded,” Eiddwen sneered as she straightened up, she tossed her lavish mane, and put on an air of superiority.
“Your magic makes you pedestrian, ordinary. If you don’t learn some manners you will never amount to anything and no stag will ever want you. My magic elevates me and sets me above your kind, but I am a generous doe, and not above pity.” Eiddwen looked at Enda like she was sad little squashed leaf. “Should you learn to behave I’ll allow you to be my hoofmaiden someday. It will be a great honor for a homely thing such as yourself,” the princess nodded to herself, thinking she was offering the filly a great privilege and a high honor.
Enda
    “There’s nothing special about your magic, you glow. Like rot-wood. ‘S not like you can EAT what you make.” She stuck out her tongue at the older doe.
    Then the little filly nearly had enough at that point, ears laid back flat against her skull and the whip thin tail lashed back and forth. Everybody was talking to her about stag this and that, honor this and that, her parents desperately looking for anyone that would possibly pair off with the little ill-mannered dark fawn. She was tired of hearing the words of her parents on the mouths of relative strangers, “ And it doesn’t matter because I don’t want a stag! Or to be your hoofmaiden! I don’t want to be anybody’s ANYTHING! ‘specially not YOURS.”
    Enda charged at her cousin and bit her on that perfectly formed neck. Then she clamped down and wouldn’t let go.
Eiddwen
Eiddwen let out a very undignified yowl when her little cousin clamped down on her neck and clambered backwards in an attempt to free herself from the little parasite. Never in her whole five years had she been treated so abysmally, never had she experienced such appalling manners. Her daddy was right about common fawns, and especially those that had attached themselves to her family like some kind of unenviable growth. They were a sickness, a rot that destroyed a family tree from the inside out! She had been kind to the little tadpole, she was only helping her to correct her behavior, and offered to make her into something worthwhile and the little vermin bit her!
The princess was on the verge of retaliation, she wanted to strike the insolence right out of her tiny cousin. Just as she was about to give in to the urge to bite the pest back a large booming voice broke through the chaos.

“Eiddi! Darling girl, step away from THAT.” Lord Matthaios came storming across the glade. A broad black stag with his princess wife following obediently as his heel. The pair were flanked by a couple of severe looking guardsmen. He grasped the tiny filly by the tail and wrenched Enda off of his beloved daughter tossing the little commoner aside. Matthaios, had never liked his younger brothers, especially those of common mothers. He considered those unions to be of poor judgment and suspected his lord father had been bewitched into taking them in. He had been willing to perhaps tolerate them and theirs, as a honorable son granting a father’s last wish, but any charity he might have extended to his half-brothers’ families in this dark hour of mourning was immediately lost the moment his brother’s child assaulted his precious daughter.
“Lord Callum, my father, your grandfather, has died,” he said with solemnity.
Eiddwen bowed her head sadly. Lord Callum had been a kind stag. One who loved his children equally and happily dotted on ever his commoner grandchildren. Eiddwen’s father continued, “This glade and my father’s legacy now falls to my care, and it is clear that a part of family tree has become irrevocably corrupted and must be removed for the sake of all. Matthaios loomed over diminutive cousin Eenie. “Go to your parents, child, and get out.”
Eiddwen shot Enda a last withering scowl as the tooth marks on the hind’s shoulder healed over almost immediately, like Enda’s tantrum had no lasting impact at all.
Enda
    Enda squealed and bleated when she had her tail pulled and was suddenly thrown through the air. She landed in a tumble. The commotion brought everyone’s attention in the glade on the small fawn. Her father was a storm and her mother’s face was absolutely horrified when she realized what Enda had been doing and who had stepped in to break it up. Neither one moved to help her. The hulking stag that threw her spoke and Enda’s ears went back and her eyes were wide, there were tears there. There was no one to offer her comfort when she realized that Grandpa Callum had passed away. It was into that shocked sadness the giant regal mass of her uncle turned his attention on her. He came and loomed over her so much so it looked like he was half the sky.
    When he spoke, Enda scrambled to obey, an errant and fearful bleat as she skittered to her mother’s side. Her mother stepped away from the fawn, offering no kindness. Her father was shaking with his rage and wouldn’t even acknowledge Enda before the family and others turned away from the glade. The little filly felt the glares and accusatory mutterings as they exited.
    Enda looked back once, at her cousin. She had a perfect scowl on her perfect face and the marks that Enda fought so hard to put on her disappeared, leaving her cousin’s hide untouched.
    The little fawn sent a scowl back that was too dark to come from a fawn of only 3 years.
    Enda hated her family.
Eiddwen
Eiddwen didn’t see her cousin’s last scowl and she joined her her mother and brother as they bunched up around their father. Their eyes were down cast and tearful as they allowed themselves to begin the process of mourning. Sniffles, sobs, and comforting caresses were exchanged between them.
“Clear the glade,” Lord Matthaios ordered the two guards who were standing at the ready. Before all the tears could be shed the common born sons and daughters, grandsons and granddaughters would be forcibly evicted from their ancestral home. Only those of pure royal bloodlines would be allowed to remain. With a single stroke and irreparable rift was formed between brothers. A family was torn asunder, a family an ancient stag had bade stay together and care for eachother in his last dying breath. His last wish would remain unfulfilled as his legacy was rent in twine before his lifeless body even had a chance to cool.
Enda
    Her father and her mother were headed back to their part of the glade with Enda in tow on an invisible string. Enda was pleading with her mother, the pale doe not even acknowledging her offspring’s pleas.
    “Mama! She started it! I promise! I didn’t do anything to her before and she stepped on my flower!” The little doe was in tears, “I was just doing magic! I made my first flower and she stepped on it! “
    Her father rounded on her, “And did she bite you? Kick you? Spit in your face, Enda? You don’t go off and bite other fawnlings just because she stepped on your damn flower! You are an embarrassment! In front of the whole family. AGAIN.“ He became irate when his daughter did nothing but cower and picked her up by the scruff of the neck to toss her toward home, much like the other stag had done. She cried out as she landed in another pile, with bruises on top of bruises. “Get with you home, NOW you little brat. You’ll be dealt with later. “
    “STOP” A large dark guard trotted up to the disgraced family, “You are ordered to leave the glade. “
    “Leave?!” Her mother’s eyes widened in disbelief.
    The stag pinned her mother with a withering stare for speaking out of turn and went back to addressing her father with a sneer, “All of those of impure bloodlines are evicted. You will leave, now Atticus , and do not return. “
    “I am a DUKE!” Enda watched her father’s anger turn to the guard. Enda herself was scared- they had no home then? Is that what that meant? “My blood is still Callum’s line! I was BORN here- “
    The guard stepped up to Enda’s father, clearly more physically able than the weak-bodied disgraced duke to end a fight if one started, “But you are not the Lord of the Glade, and the Lord says LEAVE. You, your wife- “he pinned each fawnling in turn with a look and the guard smirked at the young filly, “ your daughter. Besides, Atticus, at least the old stag died in spring. You have a couple of seasons to find something before winter comes. In the Glenwood. Maybe the doe’s father will take you in but do not expect to find shelter here. “
    That was when Enda heard other shouts of exclamation from nearby. They were not the only family to hear the news and new rules of the glade.
    Atticus growled and looked at Enda and angrily gestured with a muzzle, “Was it her doing? “
    The guard looked at her as well almost in pity and Enda shrunk against the ground, “She certainly didn’t help now did she?”

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RP and collab art with Killer-Kame with another pair of cousins ( so much family drama! )

Enda WC: 1,364
Eiddwen WC: 1,115

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Description

Featuring Enda and Princess Eiddwen
Late Spring , Year 763 of the New Age
Glenmore, The Glenwood
    Enda
    It was another depressing family function that her and her family had been dragged to. This time she was reminded to stay within very specific boundaries that her mother set out, and Enda was far more inclined to obey after the last time she was at a family event. Though, that had been kinda exciting too, different from all the rules her parents expected her to abide by. Enda was not paying the adults any mind and actually was entertaining herself in a shaded corner out of the way of the party. It was quiet there, and there weren’t the large feet of adults trampling about to disturb her work. The little filly just figured out how to work her earth magic and was entertaining herself by making little shoots of grass reach for the sky. When she greened up one patch of grass, she crawled to another patch to work on it as well. There was something mesmerizing in getting the grass to grow. The current patch she was working on seemed more responsive to the young doe’s magic and the sunlight just peeking through the trees. Within the grass there was a flower seed that started to take root. The leaves were serrated and the flower itself was a yellow one with lots of petals.
    She was proud as proud could be, her first flower. Little hooves pushed up under her, she had to show her mother. Maybe this would make her happy?!
Eiddwen
    Today was an onerous day. Yet another wretched family meeting. Something about granddad’s dying wish. Stay together, love each other, ugh. Eiddwen might have been willing to tolerate such sentimental diatribe, but she had been relegated to fawnsitting. It was an insult of the acutest kind! Afterall she was a grown princess doe now, one who had been joined to a lord just days before. She should be standing with the adults looking nobly dour as the situation demanded. Or taking a turn about the galdes with her new beloved while they gazed into each other's eyes tenderly and planned for their future family. She deserved far better than to be stuck with dirty snotty spawn of the lesser family members. The dross, the broken branch.
    Eiddwen lay basking in a patch of sunshine. She was statuesque and still, allowing the filtered sunlight to dance about her coat and best accent her natural feminine grace. A subtle tingling of nearby magic caught her attention. The princess frowned. It was Eenie.
    Eiddwen elegantly rose to her hooves and malevolently glided toward the filly on dainty feathered feet. Her hoof came down abruptly on Enda’s delicate blossom. “What do you think you are doing!” the princess hissed with a look of abject mortification on her fine featured face.
    Enda
    As soon as that perfectly shaped hoof came squarely down on Enda’s flower crushing it, the little fawn let out a squeal. She immediately sprung into action. She could not appreciate the finer doe’s beauty and perfectly formed features because she was trying to shoulder her beautiful cousin off the blossom. The roan-backed darker filly was absolutely horrified. Hazel eyes glared up at the pale doe.
    “My flower! You stepped on it!” Enda declared, hurt. The dandelion was squashed flat to the ground, petals broken and stem crumpled. “I was going to show my mother!”
    The gangly legged fawnling was completely crushed. “ I was making things grow. “
Eiddwen
    Eiddwen narrowed her eyes at the glaring, yowling fawn. “Eenie! Proper does do not practice magic in public!” she scolded, raising her voice over Enda’s protests. “Ug, I suppose it would be too much to ask for someone of your limited breeding to understand propriety,” The young princess sneered as she turned up her nose in a huff. “That is not a flower anyway, it is just a noxious little weed.”
    Eiddwen ground the little yellow bloom into the earth with her foot. Just like you, she thought ruefully. “If you want to make your parents happy you should learn proper protocol, decorum, and to speak to your betters with the respect they deserve.”
The princess stepped off the crushed dandelion and continued to glare at the filly from behind her long eyelashes. “Earth magic is a stag’s art, learn your place little tadpole.”
Enda
    Enda bristled, offended, at the use of the nickname. She held her head up, “Earth magic is the herd’s magic, cousin Eiddi. “ The little fawn took up a position over her thoroughly destroyed creation. Spindly legs determined to protect what was left now that her cousin had stepped off of it. Enda might not have understood all of the words that her beautiful cousin said but she knew the sound of an insult in the tone and body language of the princess, “Guess your mama didn’t teach you that. Or that flowers have PETALS. “
    Because the dandelion had lots of them, and they tasted good. Weeds are things that no one wants around, dandelions were good food. Enda was getting more and more angry the longer her cousin spoke.
    “You’re just JEALOUS because you can’t make things GROW. “
Eiddwen
  It was just like a commoner to place value in tawdry useless things. Eiddwen scrunched her nose and had to restrain herself from a very unlady like outburst. “Petals or not some flowers are not worth keeping around. Some are a pestilence and can spoil an entire garden, like your little weed, or even poison fawns. Such undesirables ought to be plucked and discarded,” Eiddwen sneered as she straightened up, she tossed her lavish mane, and put on an air of superiority.
“Your magic makes you pedestrian, ordinary. If you don’t learn some manners you will never amount to anything and no stag will ever want you. My magic elevates me and sets me above your kind, but I am a generous doe, and not above pity.” Eiddwen looked at Enda like she was sad little squashed leaf. “Should you learn to behave I’ll allow you to be my hoofmaiden someday. It will be a great honor for a homely thing such as yourself,” the princess nodded to herself, thinking she was offering the filly a great privilege and a high honor.
Enda
    “There’s nothing special about your magic, you glow. Like rot-wood. ‘S not like you can EAT what you make.” She stuck out her tongue at the older doe.
    Then the little filly nearly had enough at that point, ears laid back flat against her skull and the whip thin tail lashed back and forth. Everybody was talking to her about stag this and that, honor this and that, her parents desperately looking for anyone that would possibly pair off with the little ill-mannered dark fawn. She was tired of hearing the words of her parents on the mouths of relative strangers, “ And it doesn’t matter because I don’t want a stag! Or to be your hoofmaiden! I don’t want to be anybody’s ANYTHING! ‘specially not YOURS.”
    Enda charged at her cousin and bit her on that perfectly formed neck. Then she clamped down and wouldn’t let go.
Eiddwen
Eiddwen let out a very undignified yowl when her little cousin clamped down on her neck and clambered backwards in an attempt to free herself from the little parasite. Never in her whole five years had she been treated so abysmally, never had she experienced such appalling manners. Her daddy was right about common fawns, and especially those that had attached themselves to her family like some kind of unenviable growth. They were a sickness, a rot that destroyed a family tree from the inside out! She had been kind to the little tadpole, she was only helping her to correct her behavior, and offered to make her into something worthwhile and the little vermin bit her!
The princess was on the verge of retaliation, she wanted to strike the insolence right out of her tiny cousin. Just as she was about to give in to the urge to bite the pest back a large booming voice broke through the chaos.

“Eiddi! Darling girl, step away from THAT.” Lord Matthaios came storming across the glade. A broad black stag with his princess wife following obediently as his heel. The pair were flanked by a couple of severe looking guardsmen. He grasped the tiny filly by the tail and wrenched Enda off of his beloved daughter tossing the little commoner aside. Matthaios, had never liked his younger brothers, especially those of common mothers. He considered those unions to be of poor judgment and suspected his lord father had been bewitched into taking them in. He had been willing to perhaps tolerate them and theirs, as a honorable son granting a father’s last wish, but any charity he might have extended to his half-brothers’ families in this dark hour of mourning was immediately lost the moment his brother’s child assaulted his precious daughter.
“Lord Callum, my father, your grandfather, has died,” he said with solemnity.
Eiddwen bowed her head sadly. Lord Callum had been a kind stag. One who loved his children equally and happily dotted on ever his commoner grandchildren. Eiddwen’s father continued, “This glade and my father’s legacy now falls to my care, and it is clear that a part of family tree has become irrevocably corrupted and must be removed for the sake of all. Matthaios loomed over diminutive cousin Eenie. “Go to your parents, child, and get out.”
Eiddwen shot Enda a last withering scowl as the tooth marks on the hind’s shoulder healed over almost immediately, like Enda’s tantrum had no lasting impact at all.
Enda
    Enda squealed and bleated when she had her tail pulled and was suddenly thrown through the air. She landed in a tumble. The commotion brought everyone’s attention in the glade on the small fawn. Her father was a storm and her mother’s face was absolutely horrified when she realized what Enda had been doing and who had stepped in to break it up. Neither one moved to help her. The hulking stag that threw her spoke and Enda’s ears went back and her eyes were wide, there were tears there. There was no one to offer her comfort when she realized that Grandpa Callum had passed away. It was into that shocked sadness the giant regal mass of her uncle turned his attention on her. He came and loomed over her so much so it looked like he was half the sky.
    When he spoke, Enda scrambled to obey, an errant and fearful bleat as she skittered to her mother’s side. Her mother stepped away from the fawn, offering no kindness. Her father was shaking with his rage and wouldn’t even acknowledge Enda before the family and others turned away from the glade. The little filly felt the glares and accusatory mutterings as they exited.
    Enda looked back once, at her cousin. She had a perfect scowl on her perfect face and the marks that Enda fought so hard to put on her disappeared, leaving her cousin’s hide untouched.
    The little fawn sent a scowl back that was too dark to come from a fawn of only 3 years.
    Enda hated her family.
Eiddwen
Eiddwen didn’t see her cousin’s last scowl and she joined her her mother and brother as they bunched up around their father. Their eyes were down cast and tearful as they allowed themselves to begin the process of mourning. Sniffles, sobs, and comforting caresses were exchanged between them.
“Clear the glade,” Lord Matthaios ordered the two guards who were standing at the ready. Before all the tears could be shed the common born sons and daughters, grandsons and granddaughters would be forcibly evicted from their ancestral home. Only those of pure royal bloodlines would be allowed to remain. With a single stroke and irreparable rift was formed between brothers. A family was torn asunder, a family an ancient stag had bade stay together and care for eachother in his last dying breath. His last wish would remain unfulfilled as his legacy was rent in twine before his lifeless body even had a chance to cool.
Enda
    Her father and her mother were headed back to their part of the glade with Enda in tow on an invisible string. Enda was pleading with her mother, the pale doe not even acknowledging her offspring’s pleas.
    “Mama! She started it! I promise! I didn’t do anything to her before and she stepped on my flower!” The little doe was in tears, “I was just doing magic! I made my first flower and she stepped on it! “
    Her father rounded on her, “And did she bite you? Kick you? Spit in your face, Enda? You don’t go off and bite other fawnlings just because she stepped on your damn flower! You are an embarrassment! In front of the whole family. AGAIN.“ He became irate when his daughter did nothing but cower and picked her up by the scruff of the neck to toss her toward home, much like the other stag had done. She cried out as she landed in another pile, with bruises on top of bruises. “Get with you home, NOW you little brat. You’ll be dealt with later. “
    “STOP” A large dark guard trotted up to the disgraced family, “You are ordered to leave the glade. “
    “Leave?!” Her mother’s eyes widened in disbelief.
    The stag pinned her mother with a withering stare for speaking out of turn and went back to addressing her father with a sneer, “All of those of impure bloodlines are evicted. You will leave, now Atticus , and do not return. “
    “I am a DUKE!” Enda watched her father’s anger turn to the guard. Enda herself was scared- they had no home then? Is that what that meant? “My blood is still Callum’s line! I was BORN here- “
    The guard stepped up to Enda’s father, clearly more physically able than the weak-bodied disgraced duke to end a fight if one started, “But you are not the Lord of the Glade, and the Lord says LEAVE. You, your wife- “he pinned each fawnling in turn with a look and the guard smirked at the young filly, “ your daughter. Besides, Atticus, at least the old stag died in spring. You have a couple of seasons to find something before winter comes. In the Glenwood. Maybe the doe’s father will take you in but do not expect to find shelter here. “
    That was when Enda heard other shouts of exclamation from nearby. They were not the only family to hear the news and new rules of the glade.
    Atticus growled and looked at Enda and angrily gestured with a muzzle, “Was it her doing? “
    The guard looked at her as well almost in pity and Enda shrunk against the ground, “She certainly didn’t help now did she?”

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RP and collab art with Killer-Kame with another pair of cousins ( so much family drama! )

Enda WC: 1,364
Eiddwen WC: 1,115

Timeline with the RPs
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