Fawnling Bid 2.0

bid for # 4 on here [link]
Second "mini bid"-

SHE IS SO PRETTYFUL. I love strawberry roans forever :3
I really think that I'll be able to play her well, her personality just comes to me so easily. If I don't win her I probably won't be able to use her personality for a different design because it just seems to fit her :3 She's taken up way too many pages in my sketchbook xD SO fun to draw
I fixed everything so proud of those trees :`)
*Obsidian97 demands I say that I deserve to win because I spent 2 hours on the green chest hair xD
Thanks so much to everyone who watched in the JM, you helped so much!! <3

Really hope I win her! I think this is my best work to date ^^
And I didn't use any grass brushes!
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Also, in this image she looks a touch younger than she would be now, maybe 4 when she was still wandering on the search for her mum. I have some fantastic ideas for baubles omg i love this girl so much ^^''
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Name: Fiore (Italian for Flower)
Nickname: Fi
Gender: Female
Age: 6
Height: will grow to about 9.6hh
Type: Classic, light build
Color: Strawberry Roan Dun
Geno-ee/aa/nRn/nD/Ff
Looks: Fi is slim and delicate, with big dark eyes and long, thick mane, tail, and feathering. She has a noble bearing and height from her Oakfern father, creating a unique look that is all her own.
Discipline / Use: Western Isles
Proposed Herd: Windborne
Battle Stats:
Speed: 4
Stamina: 2
Strength: 1
Experience: 1
Magic-Air Magic-0
Herb Lore-0
Personality: Fi is headstrong, determined, curious, and inquisitive, with a touch of naïvety. She loves to know, and loves to spend time just watching the birds. Fi tries to understand everything, and gets frustrated if she doesn’t get what’s going on. She loves to explore, and is thrilled by the idea of roaming the lands, free and fearless. Fi does have a spark in her, inherited from her mother, a spark of rebellion, a spark of passion, a spark of fire.
Use: Western Isles
Strengths: Determination, intelligence, speed, communication, innate magic skill
Weaknesses: Stubborn, easily influenced, strength, easily frustrated, rebellious, bright-coloured coat

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History: Fiore was born to a young, inexperienced mother, Lusia, early in the spring. She was a slim, pretty doe, about 12 years old, with a pelt of fiery red and a temper to match. Returning home from a visit with her secret lover in Glenmore, Lusia was taken by surprise by a mad stag during rut on her way to her home herd, Windborne. Luckily, Fi’s mother did not abandon her, and raised Fi to be a loyal Windborne doe. Fi and her mother were much alike, and formed an inseparable bond, going everywhere together. Lusia was full of passion and determination, so when war broke out between an opposing herd, Lusia was eager to serve her herd. The leaders were hard-pressed to allow a doe to participate in the war, but a shortage of soldiers led to her acceptance, and she was deported to a place far, far away from little Fi, only 4 years old at the time. Her mother pressed her daughter into her soft fur, and Fi inhaled the familiar scent of her mother one last time. “Remember what I taught you, Fiore, while I am gone,” Fi looked into her mother’s eyes, two deep pools of tranquility. She saw her own eyes reflected back to her, full of fear and doubt. “Why are you leaving? Why can’t you stay?” Fi whined. Lusia just shook her head. “Someday, when you are older, you will understand. Be good, little Fiore. The world has great things in store for you,” Fi shook her head spastically. “You’re coming back, right? And then we can play, and we can walk in the forest, and you can show me the birds!” Fi did a little leap with anticipation. Fi’s mother touched Fi’s face with the silky tip of her tail. “Of course. I must go now, but I promise, I will se you soon. You won’t even know I’m gone,” And with that, Fi’s mother bounded into the deep forest.
Unfortunately, Fi was never able to see her mother again. She was killed in battle on the second day. When reports of her death reached the Windborne military leaders, they just shook their heads. A slim doe like Lusia didn’t stand a chance against the heavier, battle-hardened stags. The authorities decided it best to keep the news from her daughter, save her some pain, save her some suffering. They would break it to her when she was older, old enough to handle it.
Fiore, oblivious to her mother’s death, was to be left under the care of another mother, already with a fawn a little older than Fi. She didn’t want to go to an unfamiliar place, she didn’t want to follow someone else’s rules, she didn’t want to love someone who was not her mother. Fi didn’t like her “other mother”. Her real mother always had time for her. Her “other” mother was too busy tending to her other fawn, who constantly teased her. Her real mother would take time to point out the beauty of the newborn birds, the sweet scent of opening flowers, the feel of the full moon on your back. Her “other” mother was always rushing Fi to hurry up, hurry up! Just before Fi’s birthday, she gave up. She was off to determine her own path of life. She would find her mother.
And so she set off, a little red fawn without a mother, without any real friends but the birds and the flowers. She wandered all over the island, receiving quizzical looks from fawnlings inhabiting the area. “Where are you going, little one?” they questioned her. “I’m looking for my mother! Lusia! She went away, but I’ll find her. And when I do, we’ll run, and play, and look at flowers and birds!” Fi’s eyes glowed bright. The other fawnlings, not wishing to crush the poor child’s soul, just shook their heads, flicked their tails, and when Fi was gone, spoke to each other in hushed voices about the brave doe who went to war and never returned.
For moons, tough little Fiore traveled all over the Silverthorne territory. From the deep and clear Alba Lake to to the leafy Gumtree Hollow, from the vast Blackfoot Sound to the winding River Raul, from the towering Sorghum Peaks to the charred remnants of the Burns, Fi traveled seemingly everywhere with no sign of her mother. Finally, she arrived at a small sheltered area in the Cape. Tired, cold, and hungry, Fi sought respite from her journey and the torrents of wind that were blowing fiercely outside. She met an elderly stag, with a thick grey pelt frosted with white, and intricate horns that swirled and entwined above his head. “Pardon me sir, I’m looking for my mother, Lusia? She went away, but I’ll find her. She said she’d come back, so I think she must have got lost…” Fi trailed off, lost in thought. The stag looked straight at Fi. “Lusia? Oh, the doe who went to war. I killed her myself. A doe would only cause trouble in the war. She’d o rogue like those other does after; feed them false information. It was for the best,” Fi stared at the stag, aghast. He killed her? Fi couldn’t believe it. This stag was a part of the Windborne herd. He would never kill one of his own. Fi looked at the ground. If she was just a little bigger, a little stronger, she would have attacked him right then and there. But she was only 4, and thin from constant wandering, on top of her slight build. She shot him a glare. “You had no right to do that. Killing one of your own? Just you wait. Don’t forget me. I’ll be back.” And with that, Fi was off, darting out of sight of the stag, running as fast as she could. Fi vowed she would avenge her mother’s death. She would kill the stag who took her mother’s life for the “better of the herd”. She would do great things, no matter the odds. And with a determination like Fi’s, how could she not?
Though she is young, Fi is determined to make a difference in the Windborne herd. Fi is coming into the age where she begins to realize her magic potential, and already Fi is garnering attention due to her magical skill at such young age. However, without a parent to teach her the ways of magic, there is always the danger of too much uncontrolled power. Fi noticed that there are sparks of unrest lighting through the herd, whispers of rebellion fluttering into eager ears, murmurings of dissatisfaction with the current leadership situation. Fi is eager to learn these things, eager to make a name for herself in the herd, eager to make her mother’s spirit proud. However, Fi is still finding a place in the world, and there are still many things she doesn’t know.

fawnling breed (c) :devEhtere:
art (c) me
Used google images refs of gum trees, kookaburra, Australia, deer, strawberry roan-duns <3
soft round brush by *Aomori