June 19, 2009 - 10:34pm — Zergarikiaka
Two days after joining Walter, Baal, and Burrow, I was starting to recover from all acquired wounds. Virgil's group had taken to allowing me to stick around, mostly at the lake. I had found myself at points, resting with their numbers against trees and watching fawns and healthier recruits bouncing around. I couldn't exactly will myself to walk very far, or stand very long, so in attempts to move around, I had frequent stops to lean against any tree I passed, like an old man with a cane...
... Heh... Fitting really...
I decided to walk to the crying idol once Virgil's lot traveled too far. With some mental debate, I stepped down into the water to let the current was the bloodstains out of my fur. It wasn't too long before I sensed that faith in the forest again. I stepped out of the water and began to walk the other way. I didn't need a fight, and didn't feel like killing that day. I stepped out of the water, and sniffed the air for a moment, to judge how far away my antagonist stood. He was behind the crying idol... not far at all.
I began to trudge into the midst of the trees, leaning against them for support as I went. If I could just get back to the ruins...
No... The ruins were unreasonably far away.
Lagho... you'd have to wait a few more suns before I can reach you again. Will the wind send my regret? Or is it simply a messenger to those in close quarters? I began to head back for the water. I guess, if I stuck to going for the ruins, the effort alone might have ended me.
There, I could see him. The red pelted priest... though his antlers were different; No longer coiled with poppies, but now massive and articulate like an ivory bush. I grimaced, and limped back to the water. I was a bit ahead of him, and had just enough time to wade into the other side of the water. Reaching the other side, I let my head hang and began to breathe heavily... as if I had just pulled out of a fight. Since when has a little pain and insufferable need to move been so exasperating? I sighed, and shook my head in disgust.
The priest was near... just on the other side of the water. I bowed to acknowledge that I knew he was there, then sighed. "Leave. Find someone else... I'm not fighting you today." I rasped, returning to my pathetic position. My body was ripped and torn in so many ways; it was hard to distinguish hoof marks from antler stabs, though there were plenty of the both. Nothing had really begun to scab... and sections still bled, often worsening if I exert myself at all. My sides and front had been gouged to a point where a zombie deer would seem comfortable with his decayed flesh.
He seemed to get the idea that I was wounded, but he didn't leave. I collapsed against the nearest tree to the water, using it again as a cane even though now I only sat. He stopped on the other side of the bank, and declared that he would not fight. Good enough... but how could I really trust the words of my exact opposite? Suspicious, I leaned my head against the tree and watched the priest take a seat opposite me.
He's still wounded from our battle. I almost want to laugh, seeing how effectively I damaged him, but I cannot find the strength. Other deer began to show up, bounding between us and sitting under the soil. I bow to them when they come close, and offer a few nuzzles when they are still. I was too wounded to bother repulsing them... for now, I'd accept friendlier gestures.
The priest seemed surprised by this, but I did not care much for his preconceptions. Back to sitting... Time begins to ebb on, and suspicion continued to grip me. He stood, I would stand. He sat, I would sit. I would not be caught unaware, if he should try to attack. One of the deer who continued to walk between us decided to sit slide into the ground beside the priest. I stood and began to walk their way, wanting to ignore his presence for the moment and poke at the antlers sticking out of the ground. I stopped just centimeters away from the water, noticing the priest's antlers being lowered.
I suppose he didn't notice the antics going on just at his side. I grimaced, and simply flopped back to the ground. We would not be able to come within feet of each other like this... No, it would result in another bloodbath.
He stands again, and begins to walk toward the bridge. My eyes narrow in suspicion, and I stand, heading the same way. I would not be caught off guard. I feel my swollen ankles ache under the pressure of my shackles with every step, worsening my limp. He starts across the bridge, and I begin to pass it. His antlers drop again, and I growl lowly, then shaking my head. "No. Are you so desperate to be maimed again?" he hiss. He stops showing immediate aggression. He was lucky... I don't know quite why, but I can't always control myself when it comes to a potential fight. Is this what it's like to be a bull, perhaps? When they fight, I fight... when they fight harder, I turn berserk... and I kill...
The priest passes by me, and mutters in my ear. A hissed message… much like my own speech. I force a grin. "We'll see." I respond, turning away. A candle antlered fawn approached and tagged to my side. He didn't speak much, and almost seemed to have the same adult mind of Bastilion. I let him accompany me. We walk into the lake and drink. The priest isn't far behind. He moves to a place closer to the twin demon statues, and drinks there before lying down in the water. Though I am wounded, the fawn convinces me to play with him. We danced in the deeper water. It wasn't as bad as walking on the land... the water cooled my legs with each movement. Here I decided, would be the best place to linger until my wounds are healed.
Eventually, I make way toward the twin demon statue hill. I find my usual place at the foot of the hill, and sit with my back turned on them. The fawn soon leaves, and I say a brief goodbye. Odd... I wanted him to stay. He was like Bastilion... Though, perhaps a bit more active... I watched the priest from my seat for a while, until he left.
Another fawn... a fawn doe... approached me. She began to dance in front of me. I watched approvingly, and with some encouragement, I stood and danced with her - not well might I add. But she was happy with it. I nuzzled her and left shortly after. The dark tendrils of sleep grasped my mind... I freely let them.
It's always interesting to
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The Dragonfly Deer's Biography
Pega's Forest Philosophy: "Look for Friends. Let Love find you."
"If you don't like something, tolerate it."
=3 Yus... *has fun writing
*has fun writing these too* XD
I've been a bit of a silent
His thoughts are interesting indeed and I like reading them :3
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
*adds to page* ^^' The
The Priest: "You are correct to be worried. I have recovered...and we shall meet again. This time, demon, you shall not be so fortunate. "
Poor Darky. xD Lovely
Lovely writing again.
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