Icy Kingdoms [fawnling bid] Picture

I fell in love with this little guy, and I just couldn't resist. ;A;
I'm very proud with this piece.

I tried some new things and I'm so happy with the outcome. I'm looking forward to trying out my new skills on this boy, if I win him, or applying my skills elsewhere.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

- J. R. R. Tolkien, Lord of the Rings

Name: Aloeus
Meaning: Aloeus - traditionally pronounced 'Alee-us', but I use the pronounciation "Aloe-us". So does Aloeus himself.
Aloeus was a character in Greek mythology - the son of a god, father of giants. The very reason he was given this name at birth, by his father, who thought his son would rise to great things.
Gender: Stag
Age: 6 years
Height: 10.2hh
Type: Medium
Use: Western Isles
Herd: Windborne


In a Nutshell:
Aloeus is a noble stallion - not noble in blood, but noble in his mind. He has a strong, powerful set of morals and beliefs which he stays loyal to, and nothing can deter him from them. He's like a rock, solid and strong, something others can rely on.
He's a natural leader, but he doesn't step up straight away to the role - only quietly taking it when others insist he does. He's courageous and confident - not in an arrogant, showy way, or in a way that shows abscence of fear itself, but in the quiet sense - confidence in himself, and bravery to stand up for those he loves and what he believes in, bravery to act even when afraid.
Aloeus is a modest stag, and gets uncomfortable when showered with too much praise. He likes to stay on the good side of as many fawnlings as he can, and when he meets a stranger he makes positive rather than negative judgements. But Aloeus likes to keep a neutral view of everyone, so it can be difficult to gain favour for him. It is equally difficult to lose favour, as he tries his best to forgive, but once he takes a disliking to someone it becomes irreversible. Even so, if he is rivals with someone, he tries his best to keep his distance, but even that has rules. If the rival stays back, so will he, but if the rival tries to pick a fight, he'll bare his teeth and tell them to back off.
Some fawnlings dislike Aloeus' neutral approach, and when he stays out of fights and tries to see positives, call him 'high and mighty' or a 'happy-go-lucky optimist', but he distances himself away from these comments. They never really hit home for him, as he finds them somewhat amusing. Remarks like that need to be sent in a different direction to hurt someone like Aloeus.
I'm sure, though, you will get a better understanding of this stag if you look inside his mind - his very thoughts, in fact. So let's look deeper into Aloeus, and see what you will find.

Delving Deeper:
My name is Aloeus. And I shall be called nothing but that. Other fawnlings may allow their birth names to be shortened and changed, but to me, if you're too lazy to say my full name, then you don't respect me, and I shan't respect you either.
Those close to me call me other things, but that is entirely different. Those special names have emotional connections and you aren't allowed to call me by them either.

"There are no easy answers' but there are simple answers. We must have the courage to do what we know is morally right."
-Ronald Reagan

That was something my father said often. My father. He was my role model, the person I looked up to in life. He brought me more up than my mother did, he was so influential. Other fawns may forget their fathers.

I did not.

My father was strong, a solid standing point with morals and opinions set in stone. He was never biased, and he was one who, once made a decision, never changed it. Other does and stags changed over time. Father stayed the same. That's who he taught me to be - a stag never immediately influenced by first-impressions, never favouring one fawn over the next. A stag who is difficult to gain favour in or lose favour. A stag who is confident in himself, and whose courage motivates them to act in the face of fear. A stag with a set of morals which keep him on the straight and narrow, a noble stag who respects others.

I guess that's who I am now. But I'm not a complete replica of my father. You see, it was my mother who changed things. My mother was a quiet, gentle doe who would never hurt a midge. Always polite, always kind, always optimistic and always seeing the best of others. One of those does who everyone takes an immediate liking to, and who, if you are lucky enough to be her son, you are proud of calling 'mother'. She... you could say she 'softened' me. So rather than being a spitting image of my sire, I became more mellow. Rather than seeing the harsh neutral view of everyone, I looked on the positive. Rather than accepting all praise and critisism equally, I shied away from praise and embraced critisism more openly. And I constantly forgave others. Unlike my father, who repayed a wrongdoing with a punishment, my softer side showed through and I would forgive them.

I suppose that makes me more lenient than my father. But that doesn't worry me.
But also, that kindness my mother showed me enforced my morals. Rather than staying to my beliefs as I was a 'good role model', I stuck to them even harder as there was personal importance in them. No, I wasn't going to steal away another stag's doe when she gave me a wink. No, I wasn't going to have dealings with some of the more suspicious splinter herds.

One of the most important things in my life, though, was courage. My father believed in the courage that brought you through life - the courage of facing fear, the courage of standing up for your beliefs. Not the reckless courage to prove a petty point by doing some daredevil deed. Not the arrogant courage of strutting in front of others. The quieter, more serious courage. And my mother helped me there too.

I'm not very affectionate with others, but I do care for them. Whether they are under my responsibility, or I have an emotional or physical attachment to them, I need to protect them. And that's when it's hardest to be courageous - to stand up for those you care for. For when you need to do that, it is not a physical obstacle - it is an emotional, mental one.

So that is who I am, and why I am like that.

"I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear."
-Nelson Mandela
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