Kitiara I Doe I Herd Member

Spring, Year 750 of the New Age
Silverthorne, Silverwood

Kitiara was born during a full moon night, far away from her mother’s herd. The fawn was born healthy and strong. Her mother was thankful for it, as the fawn was quite big, she was her first. Due to that, both were very tired after the birth. Still there wasn’t much time to rest, because Kiti’s mother noticed a Mountain lion pack near of them, which was searching for prey. She could hear the growling mountain lion pack not far from them. The blood from the birth had attracted them, and they were getting closer and closer. Still shaking and sweating, the new mother stood up as fast as she could to encourage her fawn to stand up, so that they could return to the herd. 

Kiti was a fast learner, and had the fighter's heart of her father.

She immediately tried to stand on her wobbly and way too long legs. After a few second standing on those thin legs, she started to walk. Even though she was still a young fawn, she was quite steady and fast, but she still couldn’t run. Her mother nudged her every now and again to encourage her to hurry. Fearing for the wolves to get her and her young, the mother doe often paused to look around and listen. The herd wasn’t far now. Finally they were able to see the Silverthorne herd. The little one hurried as much as she could behind her mother. But there was still quite a ways to go for her tiny legs, and the wolves were hungry. They wouldn’t let their chance to an easy meal simply run off. Every moment the new mother took to reach the herd felt like an eternity. 

When they were back in the safety of the herd, the doe took a moment to catch her breath and look over the herd. Most Fawnlings were still asleep, laying around the Winterflame that was guarding and giving them warmth. Only a few stags were awake to ensure the safety of the herd. One, a large and powerful male, was looking around worriedly. He was Kitiara’s father, and he was waiting anxiously for one of his does and new born fawn to reappear. When he caught the sight of them both, a sigh of relief left him. He walked to them, gazing at the fawn at his beloved doe’s side all the while. He was ecstatic that both were healthy and alive, as he had smelled the wolves too. And he knew how it could have ended, as it wasn’t unusual for a newborn to be killed if they didn’t reach the herd in time.

The little girl was still shaking a little bit on her long legs, and hid herself behind her mother when the stag approached.

"Look at this little beauty” he said with a soft tone towards his daughter, then looked towards his mate. “What's her name?”

"Kitiara ... the fighter." she answered proudly and looked down at her with a warm look.

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Everyday Kiti grew stronger and stronger. The tiny fawn became heavier in build and soon she was bigger than the most other fawns, who were born the same spring. But while the other ones explored the world around them with curiosity and open eyes, she was more aware and shyer than the lighter built fawns. Often the other fawns tried to make her come over and play with them. They jumped around her, bouncing in joy. It was strange to see, when she was hidden herself behind her mother because of other fawns. Even if her mother told her, it was okay, and she could and should play with the other, Kiti mostly stayed by her mother and only watched the other from afar. So she spent much time with her mother, she never really was daddy's girl. If she couldn't her mother her mother told her the stories and legends of the gods of Silverthorne. She always listend attentive. Kiti loves the legends of Luan the moon goddess. She often ask her mother if she could thell her the legends of Luan again, her mother wondered but came to her desire. This is why her belief became so strong. 

Though with time the shy young doe became stronger and less cared when her horn started to grow. So she got a better reputation. She got more character and often 'tricked' others to join her on her trips. But these trips weren’t simply about exploring the near surroundings, as it would have been usual and appreciated by the herd. It was adventures leading to nothing else but trouble. Even though she was so smart enough that only the rest were caught in trouble and she would be left out. She learned how to trick others, young and old, a treat she could use very well for her own good. Only her mother noticed this, she wasn’t well tuned about this behavior. A trouble causing doe wouldn’t be accepted by the severe Silverthorne herd. The fear of her beloved child to be cursed with bad luck, or even worth punishment made her shiver. Especially, since she knew that her daughter was doing this because of boredom. So one day she started to teach her the magic of the Silverthorne herd. Her mother was a pure Silverthorn and was pretty good at the fire magic. 

Kitara was trying it too, but it doesn’t work as well as they thought.  Even after month of training, it didn’t work well, so it became more and more frustrating to Kiti. She started training her fire magic lesser until she stopped it completely. Her mother had finally decided to test how much her daughter had approved. But Kiti hadn’t improved. Her mum was disappointed, but she also knew wasn’t the right way to punish her for it, as she knew her daughter was just not made for this kind of magic. She decided to teach her at using plants instead. They went deep into the forest, to places only known by a few, and she told her everything she knew and how to use them. After all she had told her, Kiti always was more interested in poison plants, that's why she wasn't a (typical) Herbalists. Her mother reminded her to be careful with this kind of plants. Surely Kiti did listen, and kept her mothers words always in mind, but continued to experimented with plants and found out interesting things. 

Still Kitara is this kind of doe which get bored fast. This was what made her into a half wanderer, when she was adult. Sometimes she left her herd to see new things and searching for plants she doesn’t know. Her mother always watched her with a sad feeling in her heart, fearing for her daughter. So she only allowed her daughter to go out and deep into the woods, if she started to get back into training her fire magic again.

And her fire magic became a bit better after she trained it more again. On her travels she found bones and a wolf skull. The sight of her biggest enemy, dead and forgotten somewhere in the woods stuck to her head and heat. She didn’t know why, but she was fascinated by bones. She decided to use the skull as jewelry. She also collected other bones and shiny things. She loves shiny things even more than bones but shiny are so hard to get. Because of this fact she got her second nickname,,magpie”.