The Cloak
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Hawthorn had always adored the cape given to her by her father; the Chieftain of her small Cervine Clan, named - unfittingly - The Sauvage. Despite it’s girlish appearance, the pinkish hue symbolised the unity of many deer under one banner, Chief Roncier & his beautiful albino bride Cerise forming alliances with other deer throughout the estranged nations. Cerise’s sisters had wed well and lived in other clans with their respective families. She was happy, a pale paw stroking the large pregnant belly she had been blessed with. She looked forward to greeting her Blessed Child. It had already been decided that this child would be given the banner of The Sauvage, first as a blanket, then as a cloak of leadership.
Of course, things don’t ever go as planned. As embittered as Thorn was about her family and past...she never disrobed the cloak. She understood their fear; it was justifiable. She was an abnormality, a mutant. Something that should have never been allowed to exist by the laws of nature. She sighed as she gripped the tough fabric. It had seen better days, by far, but was now a silent companion as it whipped through the wild winds. Keeping her warm, calm, sheltered. It was as if it was a permanent feeling of her father’s regretful arms around her small form.
The past was the past, the future was looming in the form of the glowing red globe in the sky. Thorn’s ears flicked as she dismissed her lamenting, quietly lifting a cupful of water to her lips. She’d forgiven them years ago and would continue to avenge them. They were a clan of fitful, frightened prey...and she was the gift that would continue to protect them, long after they were gone.
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✎ ART BY: IWBITU | HAWTHORN © HAWTHORN./NEMUI.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Cervine (Other)
Size 904 x 1280px
File Size 129 kB
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