3140: MAgical Meadows of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Bambi/Harry Potter
For day twelve we have Faline. Faline is Bambi's mother. Since I couldn't find a story where she appears I found a crossover instead.
TITLE: Magical Meadows of Witchcraft and Wizardry
PERPETRATOR: topher-the-lumanator
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
COVER/BANNER ART: None
FULL NAME: Bambi/Harry Potter
SPECIES: See special abilities
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: No clothes?
CONNECTION TO CANON: So Bambi wonders what it would be like to be a hunter and finds out that he is human and then he changes back.
ORIGIN: Bambi has a terrible secret.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: “To his mother's horror, he sometimes used to go into town and force himself to learn to read, and also he would watch their picture boxes through the windows on their houses. His English wasn't perfect, but good enough for him to be able to say what he wanted.”
NOTES: The implications of this one.
SAMPLE:
Today was different though. It wasn't crying that brought him back to the tree. It was coldness. He freaked out horribly when it happened. The young Deer was walking in the woods toward the hunters' village when suddenly he wondered what it was like to be a hunter. Before he knew what was happening, his fur had disappeared. He shivered and fell into the snow, his naked body slipping on the slipperiness. He stared down, Horrified at the gruesome sight of his black, proud hooves turning into the pale, boney, tentacles that held the machines which the hunters used to killed. He tried to bray, but what came out sounded more like a cry of one of the wounded humans.
TITLE: Magical Meadows of Witchcraft and Wizardry
PERPETRATOR: topher-the-lumanator
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
COVER/BANNER ART: None
FULL NAME: Bambi/Harry Potter
SPECIES: See special abilities
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: No clothes?
CONNECTION TO CANON: So Bambi wonders what it would be like to be a hunter and finds out that he is human and then he changes back.
ORIGIN: Bambi has a terrible secret.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: “To his mother's horror, he sometimes used to go into town and force himself to learn to read, and also he would watch their picture boxes through the windows on their houses. His English wasn't perfect, but good enough for him to be able to say what he wanted.”
NOTES: The implications of this one.
SAMPLE:
Today was different though. It wasn't crying that brought him back to the tree. It was coldness. He freaked out horribly when it happened. The young Deer was walking in the woods toward the hunters' village when suddenly he wondered what it was like to be a hunter. Before he knew what was happening, his fur had disappeared. He shivered and fell into the snow, his naked body slipping on the slipperiness. He stared down, Horrified at the gruesome sight of his black, proud hooves turning into the pale, boney, tentacles that held the machines which the hunters used to killed. He tried to bray, but what came out sounded more like a cry of one of the wounded humans.