Ambush Makeover
January 4, 2010 - 10:06pm — themaskerade
Heart pounding. World spinning. Eyes blurred and the thundering sounds of hooves hot on his trail gave no solace. He did not recognize the deer nor did he get a good enough look the first time.
Dewydd Rhys had begun the day as usual snoring away by the pond. He was woken up by the eerie howl and screech of forest magic racing towards him. The collector. It had to be. He knew that sound and it fit his MO. Or at least..he thought so until the eerie howl was accompanied by playful banter.
“Cheeer! Where is it that you are going now? Come back I shall make you sexy! Don’t you want to be sexy? I fix you non?”
As if he were staying around to find out what was going on. The beast sounded drunk and that made him ten times more dangerous. Except..his mask was not gone. His antlers had been changed, but no mask? Was this not the collector? Who was after him?!
He snapped back to reality and dove for the old Oak. It was clear the strange bull chasing him was having trouble navigating the forest. He ducked inside the Oak and curled up with his chest facing out and head tucked to the side. His large gut had none of the orange or white markings and expertly blended with the dull browns and blacks of the interior. The voice, however, persisted and grew louder as his pursuer approached.
“What is that you are doing? I demand explanation! You think this funny? Your sense of style is the only joke! Come out here! I promise I will not hurt you if you just cooperate with your make over! You can trust Jenè-Paul! I have signature style you will like eeet!”
Style? What was he babbling about?! Rhys held his breath and couldn’t help his trembling as he saw the creature approach. It had a skeletal face like so many demons of the forest..but the rest of its attire just made it look bizarre. The creature stood almost twice as tall his himself and if it had antlers they would have been barely scraping the interior of the entrance. Instead, however, this bull had feathers. Everywhere.
It was like someone mated a Greater Bird of Paradise with a nightmare. It’s whole body was covered in bright flashy plumage and it appeared as if it had assaulted other feathered deer for their pelts and antlers to add to its own design. The whole thing was reminiscent of avant garde fashion shows where models were dressed up in ridiculously ornate outfits that no sensible person would ever consider wearing. Somehow the creature before him was far more terrifying than any hellfire demon of the forest that he had ever faced. Worst of all…it was smiling.
“Daaaaa-vith. Daaa-vith! Ah there you are cher! Just hold still I need to get another antler. You will love it! trust me! I have style!”
The creature left the entrance and he took the fleeting moments to race for the pond. Clearly the creature wouldn’t dare follow him there would it? It would lose all of its feathers. He could get back his appearance eventually; it would be worth risking losing it to escape. He could hear the creature on his heels again whipping forest magic at him. The bright lights obscured his vision and he had to cope with his ever changing balance due to the constant antler changes. Trumpets, real deer, whistle, orca, beluga, candles again, flowers, poppies, key antlers. What was this creature trying to do?!
He dove head first into the pond and skittered across the surface leaving his magic behind. He turned a few circles and sat down breathlessly to examine the shore. There was no sign of the giant bird demon. He relaxed and took a few moments to collect himself. Any time now Alecsander would return from the kitchen and pull him out of the forest. He would be safe there and could get his magic back. He raised his head towards the sky and prayed silently. “Come on Boyo. Get back here, your muse needs ya. Can’t the face stuffing wait for later? I need you!”
“Ohoh~oh! No you need me good sir! My expertise! I am amazing fashionista Jenè-Paul and I will fix your appearance! So nice of you to give me a clean slate to work with! I wish all of my clients were so kind!”
Rhys froze. The voice was coming from below him. He slowly stood up and stared down into the water. Two pairs of glowing blue eyes and a skull mask grinned out from the depths. He was trapped. If he moved he might drown. The water did not, however, seem to bother this creature at all. He trembled uncontrollably and whimpered. “Alec..come on..don’t do this to me. You gotta pull me out! Get me out of here!”
The deer below him just grinned and sauntered for the surface as if the water was not there at all.
“Is nice view no? Your better side I may say!”
Rhys cowered and whimpered as the spell spamming barrage continued. He could not handle the sensory overload and everything went dark as an echoing laughter filled his ears.
He woke up to the sound of birds chirping loudly and the loud splashing of fawns at play. He raised his head and grumbled softly to himself before inspecting his fur. Still monarch. He relaxed and laid down by the water’s edge. It was just a dream, that was all. Well..more like a nightmare. A really..strange nightmare. He laid his head down and stared at his reflection. Ick. Some fawn had doodled pink all over his ma-
wait a moment.
That was..his face.
He stared closer and realized that his mask was missing and instead were pink butterflies.
and his candles…they were longer, sleeker, and resembled antennas.
His stared at his appearance. He looked like a doe.
The slightest tint on his back side made him turn for inspection and em-blazed on his side in flowers was the curly message: Jenè-Paul original!
“OHOHOH~OHOHOHOHOH~OHOHOHOHOH~!
IS NICE NON?! YOU PRETTY NOW!”
The taunting cheerful voice and the obnoxious laughter resounded around the forest.
It was no dream.
How humiliating.
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Today Dewydd Rhys was given a complete style switch up! The smaller antlers help accentuate his large size and the soft pink tones of the butterfly mask bring more colour to his pelt! Fabulous if I do say so myself!
Another Jenè-Paul original masterpiece!
Watch out bad dressers of the forest, there’s a new designer in town and hes ready to give unsuspecting deer a full wardrobe make over!~
...Jenè-Paul sounds scary.
I think I saw him today, he had zombie-pelt on which he apparenlty didn´t like. Atleast he seemed happy after he got the peacock-one. ^^;
Good writing in the story, anyway. I found myself giggling a lot while reading. Poor Rhys... XD
... ARGH! No wonder Rhys was
ARGH!
No wonder Rhys was all buttefly when I walked back.
Except I wasn't eating I was playing harvest moon.
You win this round spell spammer.
-cuddles Rhys- it's okay. You're a big strong man. don't listen to him >>;
what was the phrase? "The road to hell is paved with good intentions?"
"Wooow! That looks great on
*Is laughing so
*...can't even talk.*
Spyrre! Cher yes! That would
Cher yes! That would have been me!
You see that pelt was so last spring and I just had to ditch it. Drab. Unappealing! Nonono it just would not do!~ Jenè-Paul deserves better! So we got better!
"AH HA! The child understands me! Little indie artist we shall spread beautiful to the forest! Allons-y! Oh~hohoho!"
*laughing* Just realized it:
Just realized it:
Great just what we be needing!
Two hyperactive maniacs running around giving people's deer makeovers against their will!
I fear I have been creating a monster in my sleep no?
Kita you keep control of Varius so he doesn't take after Jene-paul ya?
xDDDDDDD Well he would
howeverrrrrr
when Jene-Paul's around he would totally be his accomplice in making people pretty
>>; -hides the rest of his
This sounds oddly awesome.
Jenè! I...have nothing
Hi. ;D