Lost the design. History/name/character is gonna be re-used when I get a design fitting for this character.
This picture is also gonna be recolored then

When Simba was born, he was just another fawn in the herd. He had enough friends to play with, enough adults to protect them and a large playground to run trough. He wasn't little, sick or weak, but he's also wasn't special, tall or strong. A common Fawnling.

He grew up on an easy rate, without having big trouble, with his friends by his side. like any youngster, they tricked the elder, they hide their selves in the bushes and find their sleep close to their dams.
In the years when he became older, he still stayed with his friends and kept them close. Though feelings started to change when they became mature and when his horns started to grow, though it wasn't really Simba that was changing ...

"you have no right to claim her!!" the dark stag said, his back arched and his head low, ready to jump forward if he had to.
"Soma, what is your problem??" Simba asked, standing before the doe that was in their company. The girl was shaking, she hadn't seen her friend like this, never ever ...
"You always wanted her, you were always with her and now you want to take her away."
Simba shakes with his head. "Damned Soma, did you got a blow at your head?? we have always been together, you, Sila and me. always!! childhood friends, we grew up together, we played together!"
"Simba, no. you are only making him more angry." Sila said, her voice was shaking a little bit. she had known these 2 young males for a long time, they were all born in the same year and had been childhood friends. While Simba had stayed the same friendly boy he was, Soma had changed each day since his horns started to grow, he became more aggresive and with the upcoming rut, he certainly changed more and more.

"So you don't want to give her? then let's fight!!"
Soma lanced himself to the paler stag. Simba was unprepared for this attack and tried to find grip on the ground, but the horns of his former friend placed their selves in the shoulder of Simba, who lost his balance. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the deep ravine. "no ..." he said but his balance was so uneven that he had no change to find his feet back. He fell behind, into the ravine. His eyes were fixed on the ground that he couldn't see because of the vegetation and he only heard the scream of Sila, who called his name.

Leaves ... stone ... sand ... trees ... Simba kept falling and felled the entire forest passing by his body. He had closed his eyes and kept his head close to his body but the fall looked like it was taking hours. His body hurts, he could feel the warm liquid of blood running over his body, the beating under his skin. In a second he opened his eyes and he saw a flash of grey stones and rushing water before a blinding white pain took him over and dragged him to the darkness ... water was rushing over his body and tried to take him to the deep ...

He had no idea how long he had been there, in that stream. it must have dragged him meters away from the place were he felled into the water. He could still how the cold water was dragging him away and how it tried to swallow him. Sometimes he could feel the river rocks under his hooves and he tried to find grip, but the pain in his body paralyzed him each time and the power of the water made it only more difficult for him.
He had no idea of time or where he was, but the scratching rocks under him made him aware that the water level wasn't so high here and again he tried and dragged him to shore of the river.
"Sroth, Master of the creeks and the streams, thank you for bringing me in lower water ..." He whispered, trying to find his breath. He was shivering, but he wasn't dead. The cold wind and the silence around him made clear it was already night.
When he opened his eyes, he only saw that darkness, though he didn't saw any shape, not of a trees or the stone, not of the grass or the sky. But each time he tried to make his vision sharper, the blinding pain in his head made him closing his eyes again. He shivered again and he knew he had to come out of the water, find a shelter to rest, otherwise they would find his cold dead body in the morning. Again he placed his hooves under him, the pain was terrible but this time he had to go on. He dragged himself out of the river, feeling the sand that attached itself to his soaked fur. He had no idea where he was and the pain in his head prevented him from opening his eyes.step for step, he walked away.
after a time walking next to the river, he found a small shelter, in a cave-like place under the bigger rocks. Thankfully he laid himself in the moss that had formed itself under the stones. Again he opened his eyes, but the darkness was the same. He placed his head on the ground and let the sleep took him over. He could only rest and wait for the morning ...

It wasn't the sun that woke him up, but the sounds of the singing birds. Simba smiled before he opened his eyes. it had been a good rest and for so far he fell, he had no broken bones and the pain was slightly gone. He was still stiff and his legs still hurt and with a groan he lifted up his head and opened his eyes ... to be shocked!!
He had expected the sun to light up the place were he was, to see the grass and the flower and to see the birds flying over the field, hunting for insects. But the only thing he saw was that same darkness ...
"no, this can't be .... These aren't the sounds of the night ..." he said and get up, knocking his head at the ceiling stone above him. He got out of his shelter and he could feel the warmth of the sun on his body. It was bright daylight ... but he couldn't see it.
"no ... no ..." Simba said when he looked around, but nothing changed. there was only that darkness.
He let out a loud scream before he felled the tears running over his face. He was blind ...

"such a noise and screams on such a gorgeous morning." a voice said. Simba turned himself around, in a moment to expect to see who had talked to him, but the darkness followed him.
"who? Who are you?" he said, trying to find the place were the sounds came from. He turned his ears around, but the sound of the wind distracted him, the rustling of the leaves ...
"no fear from me, young stag. I am only an old doe that is going for a morning walk." the voice said again. Simba could here it was indeed a doe's voice and a doe on age ... He heard her hooves on the ground, coming closer to him. He kept his head in the air, trying to 'find' her.
"now my dear boy, what's the problem?" the old doe asked.
"I ..." Simba started, snorting because he had no clue where the doe was.
"aahh, I already see. You do not have light in your eyes, young stag. Darkness has covered your sight"
Simba stopped moving. "how? .." he started.
"You don't need to tell me anything about deceases, young man, I have seen so many in my life. Most of them I can heal, but this is something that can't be fixed, I'm afraid. The darkness is something I nor you can fight."
Simba raised his head again. "then kill me here!! I have no reason to life if I can't see where I go, if I can't see who is standing before me."
"do you want to trow away life, just because you lost your eyes?" the old doe giggled. "young life, so foolish."
"How dare you!?" Simba yelled, pawing with his hoof on the ground. "I can not see danger, I can not see where I go. I shall die soon enough of a predator attack so why not spare me from the pain."
"then use your other 'sights'." he got as reply. "You still have your ears, your nose. use your hooves and your tail. They are your eyes now. You have trusted so long on your eyes that you have forgotten how to use the rest. Smell your predators with your nose, here them coming with your ears, use your hooves to see on what ground you are walking and use your tail for balance. You are not blind, my dear, you only don't see like the rest of us do ..."
Simba was stunned. This was impossible. "I can do this?" the stag said.
"off course you can, you only need to learn..."

And so he did. the doe decided to stay by his side, as guard for the time he had not learned to use his other sight. She was his teacher in the darkness. She teached him to see with his ears and nose, how to feel the area with his hooves and tail. How to react swiftly on changed of the wind and ground. But then one day, she was gone ... she had disappeared on the same why like she had suddenly arrived.
Simba never knew who she was or where she came from, she never wanted to tell. Was it a real doe or a ghost that had teached him? Filled with questions and scared of the future, he got up from the ground, to embrace the fact he was now alone. He had to listen each second of the day and see everything as a danger, unless proven otherwise.
But the biggest task was to find his herd back ... and how would they see him.

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alright, sorry for this long story But this is the history of the character I want to play So if I get him, I start to play from the moment he has mastered to see with his body. And if I don't get him, I just use the same history and character on another design XD Just love this to much ^^

anyway, I am pretty glad with this outcome it's not perfect, but for a first time drawing a Fawnling, I can not say it's a disaster I could have add more details, but my pc was calling I had to stop he starts to run slow and becomes a pain to work with. But I don't think the background looks bad and I even could draw bruises XD
To bad the shading ate the dun markings on the shoulders
tried to make the dun marking more visible.

Also, he currently doesn't have any decoration, but if I get him he's gonna get them
as a sign of his new life, he got some decoration from the old doe
ow, the characters used in the story are just made up


Entry for #6

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Name: Simba
Gender: Stag
Height: 12.1hh
Age: 8 years
Color: Flaxen Red Dun Smoky Fawn
Genotype: ee/aa/DD/ff/fwsfws
Type: Medium light
Use: Fawnling RP ^^
Herd: silverthorne

Character:
- Simba has always been a happy and joyfull boy. Hes certainly not aggressive nor loves to have enemies.
- He really believes in the gods and often prays to them
- He loves to be around friends, though he can also enjoy the peace of being alone
- Since he had lost his sight, he became more aware of what is around him and shows more respect for the nature and others, even to enemies.
- Because he's blind, he isn't really able to fight and he knows his changes are low to ever get a harem, though he has accepted that point and is pretty relaxed during the rut.

History:
above

Fight Stats
Speed: 2 + 1
Stamina: 2
Strength: 3
Experience: 1
- All types below medium-light: 1+ speed

Herb stats
Up to age 10
[11-20 points] - Medium level herb lore

Magic stats
Up to age 10
[11-20 points] - Medium level magic



art + characters (c) *Jian89
Fawnling breed + design (c) =Ehetere
Ref Simba (c) ~Colourize-Stock - [link]
Ref background (c) *Momotte2stocks - [link] and Lost a ref, searching ...

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