Izmisuma - Art Bid

I WON! Yes, I won, I won, I won!! Gah, I'm so happy right now! YAY! THANKYOU RAE!!!!
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Ok, this is my second bid for a fawnling design! I am super happy with this one! I did a ton of sketches and fawnling practise so I could get the anatomy right! I think I have improved from my last one so I'm really happy with that, I changed her to be totally oakfern this time She is even in a cave with glowing mosses, algea and glowy tall things (Stactalites?! I think) guys, I mean how much more Oakferny do you get?! I worked super hard on this one, I wrote a 500 (494 actually) word personality, WITH LOTS OF DETAIL! A 1602 word history, in story format, and put TONS of time and effort into the picture Not to mention the entire art bid! Pheww! I am so in love with this fawnling though, I was tempted to be lazy and just re-use the old history and information etc. But I have made a totally new one! And I really love her, like, to death, type of love her! So I am praying to the holy Baconlings that they may let me have this wonderful design to be my fawnling character! I mean, urrghh, she is so damn gorgeous! You just don't understand how much I want this fawnling to be mine! Information is below ~


She is design #5 here
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Izmisumā
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Name: Izmisumā
Pronunciation: Is - miss - oomah
Meaning: The despairing one
Nicknames: Iz, Izzy, Mis, Missy
Gender: Doe
Breed: Fawnling
Height: 7.1 hh
Body Type: Classic/light
Age: 7 Years
Colour: Mahogany Bay Roan Fawn
Genotype: EE/Aa/nRn/fwfw/RxRx
Discipline/Use: Western Isles
Bloodlines: Pure Oakfern Foundation
Baubles:
- 4 small leather pouches filled with healing herbs and magic enhancing plants (1 in the mane and tail on each side)
- A braided bracelet made from her daughter’s mane and tail with glowing wooden beads (rolled in the phosphorescent mosses), this is worn on the hairless shaft of the tail.
- A chunky wooden bangle, adorned with magic enhancing and meaningful carvings and patterns of glowing lines (smeared in phosphorescent mosses and algae), this is also worn on the hairless shaft of the tail.
- A single necklace with a large wooden carved pendant (is hollow and kind of resembles a honkey nut) containing a small portion of earth and mosses from her daughter’s direct birth spot.
Animal Companion: An old burrowing owl known as Lurra *meaning Earth, the colour of her feathers.

Main Traits: Independent – Mischievous - Sorrowful – Willful – Cunning – Secretive
Personality:
Izzy is a trickster and highly mischievous at the best of times. She practices her magic, mostly out of boredom and despair. Izzy will often sit by the various puddles and pools found in the caverns and has become quite familiar with water magic, due to lying in a state of sorrow, wishing after her lost fawn for hours, and subconsciously playing with the water nearby. So far Izzy is able to bend, twist and move it to her will and is able to walk on it.

Izmisumā finds it very hard to let go of memories or events that have taken place in the past. She will often hold a grudge for a very long time and has never been able to forget anything. On the other hand it is good for those in her ‘good books’ as she will always be friendly with them and willing to lend a hand or carry out a favor. This is the reason for her being unable to forget her trauma with the Jaguar and unable to forget her fawn.

Izzy is strong in intellect and willful, never losing in a battle of wills. Izzy will not hesitate to stand up to anyone, except for maybe the largest of stags. Izzy will not hesitate to question and accuse those who she believes are guilty of spreading rumors and/or engaging in gossip about her or doubting her or the abilities that she possesses. She detests precocious and vain fawnlings, believing that what is inside is much more important than outer beauty.

Izzy is cunning and resourceful, easily knowing how to survive and making the best conditions out of what she has to work with. Izzy uses cunning and pure genius rather than brute force. She is highly independent; therefore being able to sufficiently take care of herself in harsh conditions and what’s more, is good at it.

Izzy longs for her lost daughter, often finding herself staring up at the moon and questioning Gealach as to why her helpless fawn was taken, why the jaguar hadn’t gone for her instead. Izzy doesn’t quite know how to relax and fit in anymore, as she is so used to being alone and hidden away in the network of caves and underground tunnels or keeping to herself and despairing over what cannot be changed.

Izzy finds it hard to trust and rarely shares a secret or information about her troubles with anyone. The only companion she has is an elderly burrowing owl, who is free to come and go to Izzy’s cave as she pleases and resides in the surrounding trees of the cavern’s entrance.

Izzy is aware of her small size and looks and uses them to her advantage, slipping easily into smaller caves and in-between tightly packed undergrowth. When outrunning a predator or threat she will use her earthy colouring to blend into the depths of small earthy caves and can hide with ease amongst the packed earth.

History:
The summer night was pleasantly serene; the cool breeze blew lazily between the trees, carrying itself on into the caverns. The stars dotted the sky as if Gealach had sprinkled fragments of herself across it, thickly painting the night with an unearthly silver glow. A handful of owls silently spiralled down, before swooping low over the tall grasses, surveying their hunting grounds with menacing yellow eyes. The occasional lapping of the underground streams and puddles against the rocky outcrops and the seldom clatter of hooves as few fawnlings stirred, cut through the heavy silence.

A single dark coloured doe lay awake, Izmisumā. She lay on her side, legs curled underneath her swollen belly. She was restless and nervous, with every right to be. Izzy had prepared as much as any doe could, searching for a hidden cave entrance without any scent of danger for miles around, inside or out, long before she was to give birth. Iz had even gone to the extent of covering her tracks and disguising her scent to ensure the separate cave network remained so and had prepared a soft bed of dried mosses, grasses, fallen feathers and fur in advance.

As Izmisumā struggled to get up she recalled the way to the undisturbed caves. She soon found her mistakes, forgetting that she would have a majorly swollen belly was the first. Finding it increasingly difficult to keep her speed up and dash through the slim openings in the tunnels, she finally found her way, cloven hooves striking off the rocks, sending the clattering noise bounding off the cave walls. With the shooting pains never ceasing she lay down at the edge of the entrance, dropping to meet the glowing fungi like a diving weight, but managing to keep her elegance and dainty air.

Within 2 hours the dark coloured fawn had been born. She was incredibly petite and lay ever so still, blending into the murky rocks and earth seamlessly. The new mother watched with awe as the delicate new fawn’s chest rose and fell with her tiny first breaths. The exhausted Izzy exerted the last of her energy into picking her head up and peering intently at the newborn. She started to clean her new baby. The fawn squirmed under her mother’s tongue and wriggled away, knowing nothing better.

Chuckling with relief Izzy helped her new fawn to stand up, all four legs splayed in every direction, long and slender. After a few minutes of unsuccessful tries the uncoordinated fawn stumbled forward, walking faster to stop herself face-planting into the foreboding rocks and walking her first steps. The enthralled mother watched her fawn on it’s dainty legs, wobbling this way and that, but never falling. Eagerly Izzy led her tiny treasure into the moss lined cave. As both doe and fawn started to drift into a deep dreamless sleep, the new mother whispered what was to be her fawn’s name, “Vaike,” she murmured softly, almost not at all.

The new day dawned, bright and early, as rays of peachy gold stroked across the land, giving the tip of the leaves and the edges of the bark a fiery shimmer, vibrantly coloured birds flitted from tree to tree showing off their tails and singing their songs. The doe and fawn stirred, staring around the cave in hazy recognition. The two ventured out into the dimly lit tunnel, slowly turning in awe, admiring every little glowing fungi growth that covered the walls.

For the first month of the fawn’s life she never stepped outside of that hidden cave network. Izmisumā stayed with her for these first weeks only leaving occasionally to slip away to the main herd. Izmisumā and her fawn would lie curled up together in the small cave, telling each other tales of their day gone by and what they had seen. After a while, Izmisumā began to go on short outings with her fawn, teaching her about the world she was to live in and allowing her to make harmless but valuable mistakes. As the weeks went on, her daughter was allowed more freedom, more independence and they soon began to venture farther away from the caves.

After a year of her fawn’s small adventures her mother decided that it was time for her to meet the main herd. Vaike was as excited as a small child on Christmas and frolicked around the caverns in anticipation. She trotted around her mother eagerly running circles around the more placid doe. Izmisumā began to lead her daughter through the narrow passages. The two fawnlings made their way to the passage exit, watching their cloven hooves as they daintily made their first steps out into the evening.

The night was cool and the air was crisp, everything was still, not a living thing moved. Both doe and fawn, stood for a while, appreciating the serene silence and watching the few grazing fawnlings near the main cave network’s entrance. Keeping to the murky shadows, Izzy and her daughter crept alongside the overhanging bushes, ducking into the caves when possible. Stopping abruptly Izmisumā sniffed the wind, drawing the crisp air through her nostrils and deep into her lungs. Finding the area to be safe, the two continued.

Vaike frolicked by Izmisumā’s side, occasionally bounding in and out of the shade a few metres in front of her. The wind carried the pleasant scent of the other fawnlings grazing and the distinct fragrance of the phosphorescent mosses and algae. But it also carried Izmisumā’s and Vaike’s scent to the hidden Jaguar.

Izzy and her fawn continued on, upon nearing the main herd, she ushered Vaike into a shallow opening in the rock face, telling her to be still and quiet. Sniffing the air for a last time, Izzy set off at a canter to check if bringing her fawn to meet the herd was acceptable with the king. Slowing down Izzy consulted the herd’s highest members, deeming it appropriate she trotted back to her fawn with the good news.

Nearly over the ridge, separating her from her fawn she heard a terrified scream. Galloping towards the temporary hiding place she met Vaike - Vaike and a Jaguar. Shrilly shrieking in alarm and anger, she struck out with her fore-hooves, rearing time and time again she beat the jaguar, trying to lead it away from her precious daughter. The jaguar spun on it’s haunches and lashed out at Izzy, driving her back, but only sending her leaping forward again.

But Izmisumā was weakened; blood poured from the gashes on her chest and the only thing keeping her going was the immense terror and adrenaline coursing through her body. Before long both doe and fawn collapsed, bloody and traumatised.

Groggily, Izzy uncurled her legs, trying to make sense of what had happened. Blinking her large brown eyes she stared up at the identical fawns hovering above her. The four concerned eyes peered at her from underneath limp forelocks, loosely draped around singular horns. Shaking her head Izzy rolled onto her front, finding that the ‘fawns’ were both the herd’s herb lore doe. Greeting the female wonder worker she recalled the previous events. Grimacing and yelping with regret.

Licking her now healed wounds thank to the magics of the herd, she stood up abruptly, forced to lean on the helping doe by her side. For weeks Izmisumā couldn’t recover, nothing would help. She began obsessing, believing that it was her own fault and hiding herself away. Iz always stays well away from the other fawns, believing that she is a bad luck charm and refused to move from her dark dwelling by the shallow pools in the caves.

Izzy started to fade away, redirecting her left energy towards dying, as every wild animal does, when they feel they have nothing left. Her satellite dish ears drooped and her large brown eyes lost all their light. She forgot about sleeping and feeding just lying still in a depressed trance, hurt with the thought that she was never meant to be and was punished by losing her fawn. Izzy didn’t bother to flick away the flies or brush off the ants, her tail hung limp by her side, her mane spread around her in a neglected tangle.

For days she lay in the moist darkness of the cave, her underside smeared with the phosphorescent mosses. But with a frantic flutter of wings and the whoosh of disturbed air a small burrowing owl shot through the narrow crevices in the cave walls. Izmisumā flinched, raising her head and blinking, she stared at the shaking bird. It cocked its head and looked at her blinking once with its massive eyes. They stood out, almost glowing against the murky black of the cave. The disturbed bird seemed to wake something inside of her, and she began to lap at the cool water around her, nibbling at the glowing mosses and algae around her Izzy began to recover over time.

Now she is fit and healthy, but has never been able to let go of her traumatic experience. Izzy longs for her fawn to be with her again and has taken to hiding during the rut and ensuring that she is out of sight and reach of the stags, pregnant does and fawns. Insanely worried about the same event happening. She still doesn’t get that the loss of Vaike was her fault and punishes herself with her obsessive thoughts every day. Most of the other fawnlings avoid her, just thinking of her as weird and deranged, but she is stuck with her owl as company, by her own self-created laws.

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Offspring:
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Role Play

Herd Position: Herd Member
Mate: None Currently (message me)
Current Location: Oakfern
Affiliation: Oakfern (hopefully?)

Fight Stats:
Overall: 11
Speed: 4
Stamina: 3
Strength: 1
Experience: 3

Herb Lore Level: Basic [0]
Magic Level: Medium [11]


RP Images:
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Fawnlings and design (c) =Ehetere
Art and information/history (c) ~Munchkin64