Bleeding from the head [Rhys/..?]
March 8, 2010 - 5:33pm — Alecsander
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He must have known. It was impossible to ignore the injury yet he continued on through the forest as if there were nothing wrong. Really, it was a bit sad and unsettling. He use to push him to prevent any thing of this sort for being tacky, but now it brazenly ran about.
Sad really.
You'd think the child had lost it's mind.
Probably fell out.
He had once said that the thoughts and stories just seemed to fall out of his mind.
An exaggeration if anything, but seeing the shambling creature making it's way through the forest was enough to turn his stomach. It seemed completely unaware.
Was it an exaggeration?
A Lie?
Or did he really have to work to keep it in?
Rhys could always have asked, but all he would receive was a cryptic little smile and a pat on the head.
But this one...no he seemed to talk freely.
At length.
Whether you wanted him to or not.
Rhys approached him and stood a few feet away and watched.
He was ripping the candles from a deer's head and replacing them with flowers.
Childish really.
"Did those unsaid things finally bore themselves out of your skull?"
"No.
I thought I'd carve them out myself."
"That's quite a lot of blood."
"The forest likes blood.
They just won't admit it."
Great way to start the day,
I love the way this runs. It's blunt, gets to the point, but the imagery still stands strong. Whoever this deer is, I'd love to know more about them.
[And the bit about candles and flowers, it piqued my interest. Hm. *had candlers replaced with flowers upon waking*]
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