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Eugeneby *Kurrumin

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^{Eugene

Name: Eugene
Meaning: Fire
Nickname: Guard, Euge
Gender: Stag
Birth Year: 741
Breed: Fawnling
Type: Medium-Heavy
Genetics: EE/AA/Sty/Fwfw/RxRx
Appearance: Sooty bay with gulastra plume
Height: 13.1hh
Temperament: Aloof and official in a very arrogant kind of way, Eugene holds an expression of mere bored indifference about the world. He tends to look down on those around him, regardless of status or title, his half-hooded eyes, upturned muzzle and permanent sneer of disgust provoking more fights than he prevents

Breeding

Sire: Blackwood Stag _{(Black, gulastra plume. Whereabouts unknown)}
Dam: Glenmoor Doe _{(Grey. Deceased)}
Breeding Image: None
Fawn Image: None

Breedings:
None

Offspring
None

Role Play

Status: Available
Birthplace: The Kingdom of Glenmore
Herd Position: Royal Guard, Personal Guard of the Crown Prince
Affiliation: --
Mate: None
Current Location: The Kingdom of Glenmore

History
Eugene was destined to be an outcast the day he was conceived; born of tainted blood, even as a foal his large physique, un-slanted face and rather bitter persona roused suspicion of his heritage. Most other foals were warned off him; the Stags and Does of the Kingdom of Glenmore staring down their noses in distaste if ever he ventured to close to the main group. For his own safety, Eugene spent most of his time in the fringes of the woods bordering Lock Kerr, fending off squirrels and rabbits in play, though the odd weasel put up far more of a fight than to simply be scared back into its burrow

At eight months old, Eugene experienced his first real run-in with danger, in the fascinating and strange form of a red fox. The young stag had ventured further into the depths woods, blind to the threats the thickening masses of trees and undergrowth concealed. The strikingly red creature was larger than a squirrel or even a rabbit, the perfect opponent, and in one courageous bound Eugene had found himself flying headlong into the snarling jaws of his challenger. The herd, if possible, shunned him even more when he returned, limping and bloodied back to the grazing grounds of Glenwood. Such wounds sustained at such a young age was a sure sign of bad blood, and instead of receiving the healing attention he needed, Eugene was left to bleed and swell painfully, and his wounds to scar vividly against his dark coat

As the young stag grew, his mother’s betrayal became blatantly obvious; there was no single Stag of Glenmore with any resemblance to Eugene, nor did any come forward out of good will to spare him of his shame. The moment he was able to fend for himself, Eugene’s dam fled the herd; abandoning her yearling son in favour of seeking out his sire. Days later, there had been rumours the Guard had found the beautiful if foolish doe’s carcass near the outskirts of Glenmore’s territory, and a multitude of tails depicting how it was that she’d died. How much truth the rumours held Eugene cared not, but he never saw his mother again

With the disappearance of the lovely silver doe, however, came a beacon of hope for Eugene. With his treacherous mother out of the way, the Royals saw opportunity in the dark young stag, and with the correct training and discipline Eugene was to be moulded into a weapon, and assigned his position as a member of the Royal Guard. By the time he was three, he had been appointed Official Protector of the Crowned Prince Donnagon

At the age of seven years, he already stood at an impressive ten hands; not nearly a mature buck, and already exceeding the height of most adult Fawnlings of Glenmore. The headdress of antlers adorning his head promised to one day present Eugene a formidable foe to all those who dared challenge him, and would be admired and envied for their artistically formed shape and many prongs

In the Autumn of his ninth year Eugene won his first rut, and his first Doe; a small, dainty, bronze coated maiden Fawnling. He’d rather liked her; she was quiet and reserved and didn't bother him, not the way he watched other doe’s flitter about their chosen Stags like flies on dung, and in the small amount of time they had spent together he had found her silent presence quite comforting. However, the sheer size gap between the young parents forced Eugene’s Doe into an early labour, and after an intense struggle during birth, the oversized copper coloured foal, bearing her sire’s silver tail had been stillborn. Though devastated, he continued to fight for the right to a harem every year, and every year the small bronze doe chose him, and although she matured into a fine Fawning, her adult body now no doubt capable of bearing Eugene’s foals, the stress of her first pregnancy had left her barren, and nothing more ever came from their union

As a mature Stag, life became exceptionally easy for Eugene, and his position as the Crown Prince’s personal guard seemed effortless. Having reached his full height of thirteen point one hands, his sheer size was enough to ward off most rival stag, not to mention his excessively large crest of solid bone and sharp prongs. Only Eugene’s arrogance and his Prince’s tendency to provoke fights of his own seemed to get in the way of endless grazing and leisurely border patrols

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Design © *Kurrumin
Reference © ~KM-Photos}