Update! Decided to call him Fanos, which is Persian for lantern. It’s inspired by his starry and nocturnal motifs, and the fact that his name is sort of shaped like a lit up lantern !
I decided to redraw his icon! I wanted to make the pose a bit more lively, and the fur a bit more feathery/flowy
Moth was not born in the usual way, with warmth of breath and a mother’s gentle nudge- but through a sorrow so deep it bled into the veil between life and death.
Her mother, a young doe, one who dreamed of nothing more than to be a mother, had carried her first fawn with love and hope, only to deliver stillness.
The newborn fawn was lifeless.
Heartbroken, the doe curled her body around her cold, silent fawn, and refused to rise.
For weeks she stayed, her warmth fading as she poured what remained of her life and soul into the tiny form.
And in that quiet, sacred sacrifice, Moth took her first breath.
At the Twin Gods.
Alone.
She never knew the sacrifice of her mother.
The smooth, cold stones are her cradle, the wind between the trees are her lullaby.
She wandered wide-eyed, chasing dreams of a mother she never met, always yearning for connection, for someone to call her their fawn.
And though she has no memory of the one who gave everything for her, the longing of a mother lives on within her.
She seeks out deer who will treat her with kindness- then follow them until it perhaps becomes annoying.
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