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Solban is back <3


As I am in the middle of my exams, I am really, really stressed out, yay for veterinary medicine. In a major study avoiding and nervous mood, I started to missing all my pretty fawnlings. I recently found out all of my oldies (Sinead, Izzy and Falla) found a good new home, which is good, I am really happy they are kept active =)
But I am also glad I kept my stone-cold Solban. And I decided that I will pick up a few Rp's again, one or two, not too many. First of all I will write something about his adventures during my absent period =)

Solban - Oakfern Design- by nerwen-wilwarinSolban |Oakfern Stag | Guard by nerwen-wilwarin

Solban

Personality: Self-centered - Grumpy - Hateful - Stuborn - Einzelganger
Current location: Oakfern
Current age: 15
Rp: Semi-Open (just note me if interested =) )

Year 749 of the New Age
:bulletgreen: Spring
- Solban is born
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter


Year 750 of the New Age - 1year
:bulletgreen: Spring
:bulletyellow: Summer
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Solban's mother Glydam disapears
:bulletorange: Autumn
- Training inside the caves by nerwen-wilwarin
Solban starts training inside the caves
:bulletblue: Winter


Year 751 of the New Age - 2years
:bulletgreen: Spring
- Tears are WaterLeilani wasn't sure what to think of him. 
Elenor, her mother, had taken him in after his mother disappeared. Elenor kept telling her that he belonged to them now. 
His name was Solban.
Leilani was only 2 years old, and he had the same age as her. 
Elenor at first hadn't pied much attention to Glydam and her son of unknown father. She was slightly jealous when she heard Glydam did get a son, while she had a daughter.. But, Elenor didn't start to notice Solban till after Glydam vanished. The poor fawn kept wondering the caves - not knowing neither or not his mother had left him, got killed or was taken captured by a stag... 
Leilani had first felt sorry for the little boy. She wouldn't know what to do if something happened to her mother...  After a hole month, Glydam still hadn't returned.. Elenor wasn't a good friend of Glydam, nor did they often meet. It was a mystery to Leilani why her mother suddenly wanted to ado
Solban gets adopted by his new steph-mother Elenor and his steph-sister Leilani
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter

Year 752 of the New Age- 3years
:bulletgreen: Spring
:bulletyellow: Summer
- Lessons in Magic - Part 2 -Solban and  Leilani
Elenor (NPC)
Year 752 of the new age - Summer
Oakfern - the Moonpool
Leilani
In the mean time, Lani hardly payed any attention to Solban. She knew he was swimming in all directions … But she couldn’t care. She was just … she felt so strange! So so … light.
Elenor returned to her pupils.
Leilani hadn’t moved; she was just resting. Solban on the other hand…
Elenor put her ear in her neck while looking at the young stag, but focused on Leilani.
“Here, my dear. Eat these, you’ll feel better.”
Lani reconised the nettle; her mother had let the ‘sting’ wear off by drying it a little. Never took long. She didn’t quite reconize the others. She ate them, and she could feel herself getting stronger, in a way. The herbs were known to help “ground” fawnlings; this meant she felt herself r
Lessons in Magic - Part 2 -Solban and  Leilani
Elenor (NPC)
Year 752 of the new age - Summer
Oakfern - the Moonpool
Leilani
In the mean time, Lani hardly payed any attention to Solban. She knew he was swimming in all directions … But she couldn’t care. She was just … she felt so strange! So so … light.
Elenor returned to her pupils.
Leilani hadn’t moved; she was just resting. Solban on the other hand…
Elenor put her ear in her neck while looking at the young stag, but focused on Leilani.
“Here, my dear. Eat these, you’ll feel better.”
Lani reconised the nettle; her mother had let the ‘sting’ wear off by drying it a little. Never took long. She didn’t quite reconize the others. She ate them, and she could feel herself getting stronger, in a way. The herbs were known to help “ground” fawnlings; this meant she felt herself r
Leilani and Solban gets lessons in water magic
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter


Year 753 of the New Age: - 4years
:bulletgreen: Spring
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter


Year 754 of the New Age: - 5years
:bulletgreen: Spring
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter


Year 755 of the New Age: - 6years
:bulletgreen: Spring
- Inside the Oakfern Caves by nerwen-wilwarin
Solban training his speed and stamina
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
- Cries in Autumn Lights by nerwen-wilwarin
Solban's stephmother Elenor passes away, after a jaguar attack.
- Strength and WaterSolban
And Skoll
Year 755 of the New Age, Autumn
Oakfern - The warren
Solban
Autumn was there, and Solban’s rack had finally taken a proper shape. It was not big yet, but then again, it would probably never become anyway. After 4 years of phyisical and 2 years of magical training, Solban felt strong, strong as a shadowcat. And as it was rut, Solban felt a strong urge to prove this to his surrounding. After beating up a few bucks and stags of his own size, he felt like it was time for a change, time for a real challenge. And where better to find such a challange than in the Warren, were Blackwood stags strolled around in order to find lost does.
The travel to the Warren wasn’t that far from the caves were he lived, but he was not used to being outisde the complicated maze system under the mountain. The first
Strength and Water Part 2Featuring Skoll and Solban
Autumn, Year 755 of the New Age
The Warren, Oakfern

Solban
Solban shook his head; the other stag looked back at him angrily. He knew he looked like a fool, easy to take down, little… weak. But he refused to go down like that. The dark stag looked focused… but what was he focusing on? At once the Blackwood stag threw up his head, and made a grunt-like sound. It confused Solban, until he heard the sound of small paws hitting the ground in a fast speed. As badly as he wanted to keep his eyes on his opponent, he had to turn around to see what was happening. He spun around as quickly as he could and saw a young fox coming his way, and he knew he was already too late. With a big leap, the fox jumped towards his back and put his small teeth inside of Solban’s hind
Strength and Water - part 3 -Skoll
Oh, how the tables suddenly turned in no time at all! One minute, Skoll was preparing to whirl around and head for safety from the Oakfern and its fowl water magic, and the next, he was watching as the smaller stag slipped and stumbled, twisting its legs and crying out in obvious sharp pain.
The high-pitched sound snapped Skoll’s attention away from his own danger, and to the stag before him, who was limping more severely than he had been for the entire fight. A flash of hormones and deep, primal instinct called for Skoll to take full advantage of his opponent’s weakness, and charge him while he was distracted and staggering.
But the large, dark Blackwood would not fall for a foolish mistake again, and knew that what was on the surface was not always what it appeared to be. That little water rat had a lot up its sleeve, and for all Skoll knew, the entire injury was only a facade. Ha! Well Skoll wasn’t going to give into this little game.
No, instead of ch
Solban causes a fight with Skoll, a blackwood stag.
- Attending woundsSolban limped heavily, two of his legs hurting badly, one even on two places. He felt broken, fragile, weak. He had lost, and his body showed the signs of that. His hind and his shoulder were bleeding, he was wet and covered in blood. He had ran far enough now, he could stop, lay down, die.
The thing was that nobody knew what had happened. Which was  partly a good thing. At least now he could go back to the herd telling he had slain the dirty blackwood, even though it had been a tricky fight and he had barely survived… it was better than having to take the shame, blame, and hearing he had lost from a dumb blackwood for the rest of his life. The bad side about no one knowing where he was and what had happened, was that he really badly needed help, he really needed a healer.
He limped, shocked, frozen and boiling inside, at the same time. Adrenaline was still running through is veins, his heart was pumping like crazy. He was dizzy, could not hear well and could not run. And he
Solban attends his wounds after the fight with Skoll
:bulletblue: Winter

Year 756 of the New Age: - 7years
:bulletgreen: Spring
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter
- Storm by nerwen-wilwarin By the love for power
Year 756 – late winter
Oakfern – Coast near Windborne
Solban had heard of it before… this plant that could enhance your magic abilities to the maximum, without any training, without any practice. It could raise your magic to the level of a high shaman. It had always been his dream to be the best warrior of all of them, to go undefeated, to be invincible. He did not desire to be the stag that every doe wanted, he just wanted to know he was able to take care of himself, in any situation.
So this herb, this small kelp, the thought of it alone sometimes kept Solban busy for days. What if he could find it? He knew it was a dangerous herb to eat, rumours about fawnlings who had died by just a tiny bite of it… but still, it tempted him. He had asked around, but none of the shamans he knew had ever tried this mystical, magic carrying plant. And that triggered his curiosity only more, he could be the first one in his surrounding who was brave (or according to most othe
Solban goes to look for a very special magical plant
- Gealach reaches down by nerwen-wilwarin By the love of Gealach
Year 756 - Late Winter
Oakfern - Solbans Cave
Why had the night fallen in the middle of the day? Why were the clouds underneath and the grass above? When had the sun started shining in the night?
Silence and noise, they were one and the same. The sound of the silence was terribly loud and highly underestimated. ‘Gealach!’ the voice cut straight through the foggy silence that was all around him. Solban wasn’t sure if the sound of it did hurt or comfort his ears. ‘Gealach!’ figures danced in front of him, were they fawnlings? Colours as dark as fire, as bright as the night and as dull as spring. The colours and figures came in patterns, wave after wave they flowed over each other. So different, yet so similar.
The first wave was green as the water in autumn light, racks and horns piercing through the dark. Squares and jaguars. Sharpness. Anger. Green as blood, venomous blood. Everything about the first wave made him angry, made him want to move, to p
Solban 'meets' Gealach

Year 757 of the New Age: - 8years
:bulletgreen: Spring
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter
- Laws of Magic by nerwen-wilwarin
Solban keeps training his magic and body.

Year 758 of the New Age: - 9years
:bulletgreen: Spring
:bulletyellow: Summer
- An Unfortunate MeetingYear 758 of the new age - summer
Oakfern - inside the caves
Maeva
Maeve had just gotten back into Oakfern territory with her fawn it had taken them several months, and her losing her talisman (much to her dismay) along the way. She was now in the territory of her tormentors with her fawn with Blackwood blood. Worst of all there would be no way to hide Laure’s lineage. They’d hurt her, and as much as she hated the way she was born, she couldn’t let that happen. So she snuck in by night through one of the back tunnels. Her old cave to be exact.
There was a definite feeling of unease as she timidly entered, quickly finding that she was practically blind in the dimly lit cave. She had changed since she’d left. There was a time when she would have been unable to return due to her utter terror at the idea of the trio possessing her fawn. She would have wanted some fawn to protect her. She could now protect herself, and those she’d come to care about. Sh
Solban meets Meave and her halfblood child Laure, and gest confused.
:bulletorange: Autumn
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Unexpected LuckYear 758 of the new age - Autumn
Oakfern - Somewhere in the cave system
Solban
Solban went insane, the feeling inside of his body, this burning, hot feeling. He wanted to show off, be around ladies all the time… He wanted to touch them, please them. This was not at all the way he was… he did not like it one bit… but it rut had started again, and it had its affects on every fawnling, even on Solban.
To get rid of his frustration, Solban extended his normal training into an extra big one. He started running in the big, pretty light caves, jumping over high rocks, little streams and holes in the floor. Quickly the tunnels became smaller and lower, he had to duck to prevent his small rack to bump into the some low hanging rocks. But he stretched out his legs as far in front of him as possible, making sure every muscle in his small body would ache the next morning.
The training helped him clear his mind and exhaust his body, but the burning feeling was still ther
Breeding with solban by Cobweb-Forests Solban finds some luck with Afroze
- Dancing under the Moon by nerwen-wilwarin annndd With his steph-sis Leilani....
- When Lightning struck his EyesIt all happened fast, so very fast. Nobody really knew what had happened, even days after the questions remained unanswered. Solban had been surprised by the chain of events that had happened, and he hated that. He hated being surprised, by anything. But what he hated even more… was his loss of vision.
It had all happened two nights earlier, when the rumour about an oathbreaker had spread through the caves more rapidly than fire in a dry forest. An oathbreaker inside the house of Gealach… as soon as Solban had heard this, he had started to make way for the cave were the filthy creature was told to be hiding. And where else could that be than in the cave of the cripple Shaman, as if having one pet oathbreaker hadn’t been enough… Solban hated oathbreakers with all his heart, he hated them even more than he hated halfbloods. He had always hated the ‘little owl’ that was prancing through the caves as if she belonged there. Face of an owl or not, she w
Some strange stuff is happening around Oakfern
:bulletblue: Winter
- Prey by nerwen-wilwarin Hunt
Jaguar in the cave-system… it was not the first time this year, and it would probably not be the last time either. They had learned were their prey was hiding, and now they dared to come deeper and deeper inside of the oakfern caves each year, snatching away more and more of the young fawnlings.
With a critical eye he looked at the young stags he had been training all summer, none of them was in its prime yet. His group was closest to the place where the jaguar was spotted, and so he had to deal with it. Which was good. Most of the bucks he was training, had never even seen a jaguar, none of them had ever fought one. Solban had though, he had joined the guard when he was young, very young, he was experienced in these kinds of things by now. He looked around the circle of bucks, they looked scared and yet excited. This was their chance, now they could prove they were worthy members of the guard. But Solban knew no jaguar hunt went down without wounded, and deaths were not uncommo
Solban and his guard crew hunt down a jaguar

Year 759 of the New Age: - 10years
:bulletgreen: Spring
- Water against WaterIzmisumā
Drip, drip, Izzy’s pale ears flicked towards the sound, her head low, trying to focus on anything but the faint cries of does in labour and the bleats of newborn fawns that echoed torturously off the stony outcrops. Tail tensed, the half-roan fawnling wandered aimlessly along the jagged cavern tunnels, pausing mid step every now and then to snatch a halfhearted mouthful of the mosses growing along the rocky walls.
Drip, drip, the rhythmic patter of water droplets continued, soothing Izzy some as she shook the haunting memories of last spring out of her head. The doe’s laboured sigh gave way to a sharp intake of breath as Izzy caught scent of someone nearby.
Raising her velvety muzzle slightly higher, the doe tentatively scented the stale air of the caverns, and found herself reaching out for the water in the other creatures body in an attempt to sense who or what it was with her magic. Ears and eyes straining in the gloom of the cave, she
Solban Runs into Izzy and has thinks she is a mudblood
-A colorful family by nerwen-wilwarin Solban's son Varamyr and daughter Farfalla are born
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Solban doesn't under stand his emotions and flees Oakfern.
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
- His new home by nerwen-wilwarin
Solban finds his new home in the Ridgeback range
:bulletblue: Winter

Year 760 of the New Age: - 11years
:bulletgreen: Spring
- The RunnerSolban pricked his ears up, as he heard something rattling in the bushes, not far away from him. He quickly moved his head up and turned his face in the direction of the sound, but he saw nothing. Carefully he watched for a while, but as saw nothing he insecurely lowered his head again, to young and soft grass patch he had just found. It was a nice spring day, sunny, dry and not too hot, the perfect day to just be out here on the grass. But somehow he had had the feeling that he was watched all day, and his ears kept turning and turning, trying to catch where the sound had come from. But for a long time, it stayed silent, and Solban focussed on the tasty spring grass again. Yet than he heard it again, this time not a soft rustle, but the obvious sound of a big pair of paws hitting the ground, and coming approaching him fast from the back. A hunter. One split second he hesitated to just run of, but he knew he would already be too late for that. His instincts told him to make a fast jump
Solban runs into an Ice-bear
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter

Year 761 of the New Age: - 12years
:bulletgreen: Spring
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter

Year 762 of the New Age: - 13years
:bulletgreen: Spring
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter

Year 763 of the New Age: - 14years
:bulletgreen: Spring
Blue EyesSomewhere in the dark dangerous mountains, on a high peek, stood a small stag. Almost in his prime, ready to take on the world. To go after traitors and lawbreakers, to fight disgusting beasts, to become the best warrior and magician, to be Gealachs only needed servant. To be able to race the eagle, kill the ice bear. Or so he would have believed when he was two years old. Now, when he had just reached the age of fourteen, there was only silence.  The concluding silence that had entered his life three years ago, and never left. It had become his friend, his only friend. Not that he used to have a lot more of them, but still. The silence was endless, tireless and beautiful, it suited Solban better than any sound in the world. How long was it ago, he had last seen a fawnling? It must have been more than two seasons.... it must have been months ago he last heard the sound of his own voice, he actually didn't even remember.
Solban stood and enjoyed the view a bit longer, the sun was a
Solban thinks back on his flying from oakfern, an considers to go home.
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter

- Time to goThe snow was melting, turning from bright white into the dirty, grey and greenish mud all over the mountains. But it was no less treacherous than the snows had been. While the snow had given him signs of other animals around, the mud only hid the uneven ground, made it even more slippery and dangerous to walk. And under the thick layer of snow the past few moons, nothing had been able to get sun, so nothing had grown. Now, every night the snow mud froze the last bits of food that had been able to stand against the snow, and absolutely nothing was left to eat. Solban had to go further and further away from his den to find himself something, and he was always hungry. He had even stopped his normal training, to save himself the energy, to be able to eat less. He had been thin before, especially last winter had been though, but now he looked like a walking skeleton. He was basically a death  man walking already.
Carefully Solban tried to find his way down to his den again, his forage
Solban decides it is time to go back to Oakfern

Year 763 of the New Age: - 15 years
:bulletgreen: Spring
- Solban arrives back in Oakfern
:bulletyellow: Summer
:bulletorange: Autumn
:bulletblue: Winter




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ARVEN92 Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the watch :)
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nerwen-wilwarin Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
No problem, I am a huge fan of your comic Africa!
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ARVEN92 Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Aww thanks again, I'm honoured you like it :)
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Thank you, sugar! :heart:
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MiraeChaos Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Nerwen sweeettyyyyy
Do you have a skype, and if so, would you please add me?! = Mirae.o
It'd be fun to talk to you more >.<
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nerwen-wilwarin Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Going to add you! I am terribly late at everything at the moment XD
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MiraeChaos Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Awesome!
btw, ik gebruik soms ritchy, soms mirae, soms iets anders, niet op letten xD
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Surprise, surprise, I still owed you a prize! - fav.me/d6qx70i
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Hi dear.

Is FH sitll crashing at you PC?
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