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The Deepest Light

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[I]His hooves stepped delicately over the ground picking around rocks with careful ease. His head ducked low, his massive crown of horns barely dodging the low hanging fangs of stone that drooped from the ceiling and threatened to snag his delicate looking cream antlers. The balls of light that swung from delicate strings shimmered, some of them barely a flicker of their original light. The largest hung from the lowest tier of his antlers, and had grown to such a dull glow it produced barely any illumination to aid him. He paused briefly, lifting his head as far as he dared and sniffed.

The heady smell of decaying fruit whisked across his nose and he turned in its direction, picking his way through the dangerously sharp forest of stone spears. Few of his herd wandered here, the stalactites and stalagmites hung low and curiously sharp, the ground littered with shards that stabbed at even the hardest of hooves. In these dark depths of the oakfern tunnels he found his secret. The one place they grew.

The cave began to widen, the floor smoothing and the ceiling drawing away as a dim blue-green glow indicated his path. His hooves stepped over dim orbs, small fragments of toxic fruit that had fallen to the floor and rolled far from their mother tree. Soon he spotted them. The place where stalagmite met stalactite and formed trunks of stone that grew all the way up to the ceiling. Vines trailed from the ceiling illuminated by the powerful glow of the fruits they bore on their green branches. The ceiling greatly resembled the night sky, pale fruit hanging low and glowing brightly against dark stone. For a moment he was entranced by the sight as he always was before shaking his head and continuing deeper into the stone forest. The Vines grew down, closer and closer to the ground, dark green shinning turquoise in the pitch black of the cave. Finally he found it. The tree had once been stone like everything else in the cave, but the vines had grown so thickly over its base and from its top that now it stood as the center of the underground forest, its large fruits the brightest of all in the cave.

He whistled a low tune and for a moment nothing happened, the still of the cave his only reply. Then a low chattering sounded and a sleek black shape with luminescent blue eyes, crawled from a hole half way up the tree. Smiling at the tiny creature, the male fawnling knelt to the ground tucking legs beneath him and resting his head on the stone floor. The weasel crawled over his face, claws snagging in his forelock as it began to scamper over his antlers. Anluan hummed softly, the low and deep sounds echoed and layered pleasingly in the confines of shadow. As if following instructions the lithe black shape scampered across his horns knowing on the thin vines that tied the glowing balls to the spread of antlers. The dimming orbs fell to the floor and when all the orbs lay on the ground and his horns were unadorned the weasel tumbled from his antlers and scrambled for the tree. He collected fruits, trimming the thin vines that held them to their home and carrying them down before using deft paws and mouth to tie them to the stags antlers. When he was done the weasel stepped back, sitting on the base of a long fallen stone tree, and cocking his head to eye his work.

“It looks lovely as always, Cien” the stag said with a chuckle, eyeing the bright baubles with pleasure. Turning to stare into the equally bright eyes of his weasel friend. The creature chittered and bobbed its head in satisfaction. Anluan slowly stood, bowing his head to the weasel who inclined its head in return before turn and running back to its home in the stone and vine tree. Anluan watched for only a moment longer before turning and exiting the tunnels, heading back towards the main caverns. He had duties to preform and with the light he held in his antlers restored he could once again shine.[/I]

Name: Anluan (ann-lou-an)
Meaning: Gaelic for Great Champion
Nicknames: Anna or Lou

Age: 13 years
Gender: Stag
Breed: Fawnling
Height: 8.0 hh
Body Type: Medium-light, Heavy shoulders and light haunches, with a crested and powerful neck. He has long legs that balance out his heavier top body and add to his noble appearance.

Color: Silver Dapple Fawn
Genotype: EE/aa/nZ/fwfw/nRx
Bloodlines: Foundation
Design #10 [link]

Affiliation: Oakfern
Position: Guard (King maybe)
Mate: none
Current Location: Oakfern

Fight Stats
Overall stat: 11
Speed: 3
Stamina: 2+1
Strength: 3+2
Experience: 1

Magic Level: Water Medium [11]
Magic increasing charms:
none

Battles in past:
0 wins of 0 battles

Personality :
Anluan is commonly seen as a gentle stag. He moves with care and caution, maneuvering large shoulders and antlers through the caverns with admirable grace. He walks with a proud and noble air, but is respectful and attentive to all who speak to him. He is never vicious or loud, preferring to speak in a low soothing bass. Never has anyone heard him shout, not even as a fawn and his constant quiet attentiveness and bright intelligent eyes encourage all to be near and admire him.

Despite his calm and laid back demeanor Anluan isn’t named Great Champion for nothing. His father was a powerful fighter and magic wielder as was his mother and their combined skill has given him loads of inborn magical talent. Despite his size Anluan is agile, and moves with the fluid grace of his element. He is a fierce fighter, able to move quickly and think on his hooves in battle. To combat both his size and wit is a feat few can accomplish and Anluan is inwardly proud of this. He fights with an air of ease, as if he was born with sharp horns and hooves but despite the heat of battle his calm and collected air never leaves him. Naturally wise, he can speak words with such simplicity you wonder why it wasn’t so obvious to you and can convince almost anyone of his ideals with a few choice words.

History:
He was actually the first of two twins, he had a younger brother named Cien who was weak and sickly from birth. Even when he was young and popular with the other fawns Anluan loved his smaller brother. He shielded the sickly fawn from bullies and despite its detriment to his own honor he stood by his brothe’sr side, playing mind games when Cien was too weak to spar or play tag. Cien was terrified of the dark and it was he who began to wear the glowing fruits on his person to assuage the pressing shadows of the caves. Anluan took up the practice as well, using his much stronger and larger antlers to carry more of the glowing orbs.

By the time they were four years old Cien was so weak he couldn’t leave his moss nest. Anluan was growing more and more each day, displaying signs of becoming both massive and magnificent in his adulthood. Cien’s mother spent as much time a she could spare with her youngest son, caring for him and helped by Anluan. Cathaldor Anluans sire had long abandoned the family, deeming it Zeya’s fault for the deferment of their second son. One day the healer prescribed a new treatment for the sickly young stag. She suggested the warmth and dryness of the surface to the dank and dark of the caves. Cien was moved to a cave on the surface, with a small green clearing all to himself. Anluan visited him everyday and within weeks Cien grew stronger and healthier, teasing and playing with his brother in a way they hadn’t since their fawnhood.

But it was as if doom dogged Cien’s hooves. Anluan was the one who found the half eaten corpse of his brother. Even though he was so close to the caverns Cien had been boldly attacked by a leopard and without the full strength a stag his age should have had he was killed. Anluan was furious and blamed his brothers death on the ancient sin of the other herds. He retreated into himself, and spoke nary a word for two weeks as his anger festered within him.

But Anluan lived on, growing stronger in the wake of his brothers death. He was forever humbled by the by the stately and simple wisdom of his sibling and adopted that view of the world. He never sought power simply for powers sake but rather to protect those who were too weak to protect themselves like his brother. His hate was directed towards the other herds, whom he saw as inferior in every way. He believed them to be evil and almost directly responsible for the death of his beloved brother. His ideals of protecting the weak would never apply to them. He grew strong and proud, his goal to eventually become the Oakfern’s king and raise his people to a new level of honor and power, to make the other herds fear them instead. He may seem laid back but Anluan is perhaps the most driven stag in Oakfern.
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