Hugo MavericksCharacter Name: Hugo John Mavericks
Other name(s): Formally 'Hugo John Connor'. Boss-man. Pinocchio. Balugahn (handsome man).
Date of Birth: June 12
Country of Origin: Australia
Place of Birth: Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
Current Residence: Wollombi, New South Wales, Australia
Occupation: Owner and manager of Yawarda Stud. Horse trainer. Competitive equestrian.
Michelle Connor - biological MotherShaun Reid - biological Father (identity/whereabouts unknown)Belinda Mavericks (deceased) - adoptive MotherArika Mavericks - GrandmotherDavid Mavericks (deceased) - adoptive FatherLucy Mavericks (deceased) - WifeMary-Anne Maynard - AuntMichael Maynard - UncleRuby Maynard - Cousin
Nothing to LooseEarly Autumn, Year 757 of the New Age
Glenmore, the Glenwood
A biting chill carried on the wind, lifting the bay stag's mane and teasing his silver tail, as shivers quivered their way over his robust form. He stood high on the crest of a hill, surveying the scene below with a sense of monotony. It was chaos, as rut always was. The younger stags bordered the outskirts of the battles, watchful that no brawl got out of hand, along with the Kingdom's does, awaiting to be chosen by a suitor
Donnaghán was not among them, and idly the bay stag wondered what had become of the russet Stag. The Prince relished in the heat of battle. Unusual, that he was not thrashing his rivals within inches of their lives.
'Are you not fighting for your right this year, Eugene?' a familiar voice, soft and soothing as a cool summer breeze reached his sensitive ears. His great face turned towards it's heritor, in the form of a most lovely copper doe, and the brutishly b
The Beast Within Ch.2The Beast Within
"Stranger Things Have Happened"
The slamming of the front door sliced through the sound of running water, and Julius’s dreadful attempt at singing. Despite the temperature, or lack there of, the brunet man hadn’t been able to drift off. The heat, combined with the dried sweat still clinging to his skin, had him tossing and turning until finally, he’d given up
‘Jez?’ he called warily, shutting the water off. He stepped out of the small shower, dried himself hastily with a towel he’d found stashed in one of the bedside drawers, and pulled on a fresh pair of cargo pants and a t-shirt. He cracked the door opened slightly, and peaked out into the main room. To his surprise, Jez was still there, with her face pressed against the wood of the front door
‘What’s going on?