HOME | DD

Description

Featuring Vera , Starling , and Siv
Late Winter, Year 758 of the New Age
Around Tin Creek, Silverthorne
Wordcount - 1162
Starling - 683
Vera - 461

Continuing from here -
The Battle of Wind and FireStarling
“Please return to me.” Vera’s silent words rang in his ears louder than the storm outside.
Starling didn’t look back at her, all he needed to know was her hooves on the ground, slowly growing more and more silent, once she managed to get a hold of her fawn and took her chance to run.
Starling didn’t know what would drive a stag to attack a mother and her newborn, but by the Wind, he would pay, if the little one was dead! At the moment, however, it was more important to hold back the mad driven stag in front of him. He never had seen him before, but there was fire in his eyes, the mad fire of aggression that clearly told Starling, that this one meant business! Business of life and death!
He didn’t have to invite him twice, the copper coated stag already jumped forward, right at him. Starling managing to catch his rack with his own, their prongs meeting with a crashing noise that very much resembled the storm raging outside.
The other m

---

Vera
The rain had stopped pouring, but it made little difference to Vera or the situation she now found herself in. The frail, pale doe’s heart was broken; the first piece had been lost the day that her little brother had been murdered by those Blackwood raiders. The second piece had fallen away when she had failed to find her mother, even after years of searching and asking around. The third piece disappeared when her father went mad, and she lost her last parent. The fourth, stolen away by that filthy Blackwood who had claimed her. Now the last little bit was slowly dissolving as the life of her newborn child hung precariously at the edge of the cliff, where falling meant infinite and eternal death.

Over and over again, her mind was filled with overlapping and replaying scenes from the scenario that had changed her life. Taharial’s burning eyes, his hoof lashing out, the blood that covered her fawn’s head, and the limpness in his body…

A tear fell from Vera’s miserable blue eyes as she lay next to the cold form of the son she had named Siv. By now, she had thought for sure she’d have no more tears left. She’d been crying for two days straight, ever since Starling had guided Siv and her to a new hideout deep in the hills surrounding Tin Creek. She barely slept; every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was the soldier’s furious expression and all she heard were his deep, growling words. Vera trembled constantly, especially when Starling was gone. She kept looking back over her shoulder as though expecting a swarm of soldiers to come galloping in to finish them all off. After all, how long would they live if they stayed near Silverthorne? Vera knew she would now be banished from her home and deemed a traitor to Silverthorne… She’d have to become a renegade now…

Just the thought of that made her stomach knot and she felt as though she would be sick.

In an effort to focus her mind on something besides her own doomed fate, she looked to Starling, and in a shallow voice, asked “Will he be okay?” She was referring to Siv, who hadn’t been conscious for very long at all since the incident had occurred. He was alive, but only barely. His chest rose and fell very slowly, and the gash that had caused so much bloodshed ran from his right eye, all the way down his neck. Vera spoke to him often, soft, gentle, motherly words of encouragement, but only one of his ears would ever flick towards her, and Siv rarely opened his eyes. The new mother feared that something awful had been done to her baby.

Starling

When Starling had woken up again, he had found himself inside the cave. Apparently Vera had somehow managed to drag him inside. His fur had dried and so had the blood in it. The first day he had felt drowsy and weak, the next day it had started to become better. He still was sore, but the bruises and cuts were healing, as well as the three large gashes the copper stag’s rack had left on his side. His head was still hurting and he could not see on his right side, but it was by far not his biggest worry. He was healing, the pain would go away again, but little Siv only drifted in and out of consciousness, he was weak and frail. Starling knew it might not even be just because of the wound he had suffered, but also due to the fact he had been born too early, the whole situation in which he had been born definitely not helping.

Truth be told, the ginger stag gladly would have given his right eye, if only Siv was to survive, yet he was not sure, if it might not all have been too much for the already weakened fawn.

The rare moments, in which Vera needed to leave to get a drink, Starling would lay close to the fawn, whispering into his ear how he would teach him to jump and run and how he needed to stay strong and live, if only for his mother and her already broken heart. Siv was probably the only one who might be able to mend it, but the same time his death would likely break it completely and beyond repair.

Vera had told him about the strict law of Silverthorne, about how fawns born premature needed to be burnt. It made Starling understand, why the stag had attacked them, he only had been following the law and believe of his people, yet it didn’t make the situation any better.

He knew, that they would no longer be safe in Silverthorne, that Vera likely would end up banished from the kingdom, that they could not stay here forever. If somebody found them in their weakened state, they might all be burnt. Starling knew his magic had grown a lot stronger the last year, but he knew that against the power of a Silverthorne patrol a single, weakened stag could do little to nothing, not to mention what Siv needed was warmth and time, he needed herbs to strengthen him, peace to recover and so did his mother.

When Vera spoke up, Starling lifted his head, looking into her weary face with a concerned one of his own. He would not lie to her, he never could.

“I don’t know.” he spoke, shaking his head lightly. A moment of silence followed, while an idea began to grow in Starling’s mind. It maybe was a wicked, a dangerous idea, but so was just staying here and wait, if anybody would die.

“Vera.” he began, “We should go to Windborne.” he got to his feet, walking over to the light coated doe and her weak fawn.

“I know the journey is dangerous and long, but we can’t stay here, you said so yourself. If they find us, we are dead, if we do nothing, Siv might die just as much as if we dare to try the journey. He is weak, his health is fragile due to him being born so early, he needs peace to recover and he needs someone, who knows about herbs to treat him, neither of us knows enough and we can’t trust any of the herbalists here. Windborne is far away, nobody will hunt us there and my father is a skilled stag, he could help him, I know it.” Starling spoke in a very serious tone, “We just need to make it to the shore, Spot and her family would help us cross the ocean, the sharks fear her kind, they won’t bother us.” he added, just to look Vera deep into the eye, his eyes awaiting her opinion.

---

U wondered wat happened 2 Stahlin' and Werah?
Sadly sivr had to leave DA for an unknown amount of time and so had to find new homes for her fawnlings, lucky however, goldkings and Mercivorex adopted beautiful Vera and little Siv and so the plot we had been planning can continue!
Go shower them in the finest of your baconz! *3*
So, have the last tid-bit of Starling and Vera's plan, Vera still written by sivr - to be continued. ;3

Description

Featuring Vera , Starling , and Siv
Late Winter, Year 758 of the New Age
Around Tin Creek, Silverthorne
Wordcount - 1162
Starling - 683
Vera - 461

Continuing from here -
The Battle of Wind and FireStarling
“Please return to me.” Vera’s silent words rang in his ears louder than the storm outside.
Starling didn’t look back at her, all he needed to know was her hooves on the ground, slowly growing more and more silent, once she managed to get a hold of her fawn and took her chance to run.
Starling didn’t know what would drive a stag to attack a mother and her newborn, but by the Wind, he would pay, if the little one was dead! At the moment, however, it was more important to hold back the mad driven stag in front of him. He never had seen him before, but there was fire in his eyes, the mad fire of aggression that clearly told Starling, that this one meant business! Business of life and death!
He didn’t have to invite him twice, the copper coated stag already jumped forward, right at him. Starling managing to catch his rack with his own, their prongs meeting with a crashing noise that very much resembled the storm raging outside.
The other m

---

Vera
The rain had stopped pouring, but it made little difference to Vera or the situation she now found herself in. The frail, pale doe’s heart was broken; the first piece had been lost the day that her little brother had been murdered by those Blackwood raiders. The second piece had fallen away when she had failed to find her mother, even after years of searching and asking around. The third piece disappeared when her father went mad, and she lost her last parent. The fourth, stolen away by that filthy Blackwood who had claimed her. Now the last little bit was slowly dissolving as the life of her newborn child hung precariously at the edge of the cliff, where falling meant infinite and eternal death.

Over and over again, her mind was filled with overlapping and replaying scenes from the scenario that had changed her life. Taharial’s burning eyes, his hoof lashing out, the blood that covered her fawn’s head, and the limpness in his body…

A tear fell from Vera’s miserable blue eyes as she lay next to the cold form of the son she had named Siv. By now, she had thought for sure she’d have no more tears left. She’d been crying for two days straight, ever since Starling had guided Siv and her to a new hideout deep in the hills surrounding Tin Creek. She barely slept; every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was the soldier’s furious expression and all she heard were his deep, growling words. Vera trembled constantly, especially when Starling was gone. She kept looking back over her shoulder as though expecting a swarm of soldiers to come galloping in to finish them all off. After all, how long would they live if they stayed near Silverthorne? Vera knew she would now be banished from her home and deemed a traitor to Silverthorne… She’d have to become a renegade now…

Just the thought of that made her stomach knot and she felt as though she would be sick.

In an effort to focus her mind on something besides her own doomed fate, she looked to Starling, and in a shallow voice, asked “Will he be okay?” She was referring to Siv, who hadn’t been conscious for very long at all since the incident had occurred. He was alive, but only barely. His chest rose and fell very slowly, and the gash that had caused so much bloodshed ran from his right eye, all the way down his neck. Vera spoke to him often, soft, gentle, motherly words of encouragement, but only one of his ears would ever flick towards her, and Siv rarely opened his eyes. The new mother feared that something awful had been done to her baby.

Starling

When Starling had woken up again, he had found himself inside the cave. Apparently Vera had somehow managed to drag him inside. His fur had dried and so had the blood in it. The first day he had felt drowsy and weak, the next day it had started to become better. He still was sore, but the bruises and cuts were healing, as well as the three large gashes the copper stag’s rack had left on his side. His head was still hurting and he could not see on his right side, but it was by far not his biggest worry. He was healing, the pain would go away again, but little Siv only drifted in and out of consciousness, he was weak and frail. Starling knew it might not even be just because of the wound he had suffered, but also due to the fact he had been born too early, the whole situation in which he had been born definitely not helping.

Truth be told, the ginger stag gladly would have given his right eye, if only Siv was to survive, yet he was not sure, if it might not all have been too much for the already weakened fawn.

The rare moments, in which Vera needed to leave to get a drink, Starling would lay close to the fawn, whispering into his ear how he would teach him to jump and run and how he needed to stay strong and live, if only for his mother and her already broken heart. Siv was probably the only one who might be able to mend it, but the same time his death would likely break it completely and beyond repair.

Vera had told him about the strict law of Silverthorne, about how fawns born premature needed to be burnt. It made Starling understand, why the stag had attacked them, he only had been following the law and believe of his people, yet it didn’t make the situation any better.

He knew, that they would no longer be safe in Silverthorne, that Vera likely would end up banished from the kingdom, that they could not stay here forever. If somebody found them in their weakened state, they might all be burnt. Starling knew his magic had grown a lot stronger the last year, but he knew that against the power of a Silverthorne patrol a single, weakened stag could do little to nothing, not to mention what Siv needed was warmth and time, he needed herbs to strengthen him, peace to recover and so did his mother.

When Vera spoke up, Starling lifted his head, looking into her weary face with a concerned one of his own. He would not lie to her, he never could.

“I don’t know.” he spoke, shaking his head lightly. A moment of silence followed, while an idea began to grow in Starling’s mind. It maybe was a wicked, a dangerous idea, but so was just staying here and wait, if anybody would die.

“Vera.” he began, “We should go to Windborne.” he got to his feet, walking over to the light coated doe and her weak fawn.

“I know the journey is dangerous and long, but we can’t stay here, you said so yourself. If they find us, we are dead, if we do nothing, Siv might die just as much as if we dare to try the journey. He is weak, his health is fragile due to him being born so early, he needs peace to recover and he needs someone, who knows about herbs to treat him, neither of us knows enough and we can’t trust any of the herbalists here. Windborne is far away, nobody will hunt us there and my father is a skilled stag, he could help him, I know it.” Starling spoke in a very serious tone, “We just need to make it to the shore, Spot and her family would help us cross the ocean, the sharks fear her kind, they won’t bother us.” he added, just to look Vera deep into the eye, his eyes awaiting her opinion.

---

U wondered wat happened 2 Stahlin' and Werah?
Sadly sivr had to leave DA for an unknown amount of time and so had to find new homes for her fawnlings, lucky however, goldkings and Mercivorex adopted beautiful Vera and little Siv and so the plot we had been planning can continue!
Go shower them in the finest of your baconz! *3*
So, have the last tid-bit of Starling and Vera's plan, Vera still written by sivr - to be continued. ;3