Mild Maturity Warning!...I guess! XD Somewhere...
SO YOU ARE WARNED.
Chapter Numero Uno
Chapter Numero Dos:
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Ok, so maybe ‘dying’ was a bit dramatic. The whole thing happened in mere seconds, though for the young stag struggling to breathe with concerns of pretty girls and humiliation in his head it seemed a lifetime, and plenty of time for a drowning. More laughter - male laughter, and vaguely familiar. The girl calls out again sternly, though Darcy can barely pick out her words. Suddenly the weight from his head was lifted, and jerking upwards the young stag choked the water from his lungs before gasping for breath. A sharp, painful blow to his side sent him sprawling back to the ground, though thankfully it forced the rest of the water out, clearing his air passage. His body heaved as it tried to recover from the traumas, his vision blurred and spinning as he attempted to wrap his mind around the situation.
“What’s the meaning of this, Serin!”
Zharie’s voice drew his consciousness into focus as he sat upright again, swaying uneasily. He focused his gaze on her silvery form in desperation to focus on anything. She stood not too far off, squared up and larger then he remembered her as she glared past him - no doubt at his attacker. Serin. He made no attempt to get a glimpse of the young, striped stag that stood defiantly over him. He’d gotten plenty of good glimpses in the past.
“Hey don’t be mad at me! The little dork was spying on you again, he deserves it!”
The shadow above him shifted and suddenly a hoof landed heavily upon his neck, threatening to pin him down again. Darcy’s gaze hardened and he grit his teeth, tensing his neck and fighting back this time, but he was soon overpowered, his head slammed back into the ground.
“Would you knock it off! I’m sure he wasn’t spying, you’re being ridiculous,”
“Zhar why do you defend that creep? We all know he’s capable of it. Ewwww I can‘t believe he was watching us,” one of the other girls spoke up in disgust, coming up alongside her friend. She peered at the downed stag with nervous contempt.
“He’s not a cree-”
“Oh come on! Fine, lets ask Derrrr over here what we was doing hiding in the bushes, shall we?” Serin spat, lifting his hoof from the young stag’s neck. He must have predicted that Darcy would jump up in a hurry in attempt to escape because as soon as he stumbled to his feet the larger male shoved him back down again.
The monarch youth fell to his knees at Zharie’s hooves, and Serin was on him again, standing over him and preventing him from righting himself. He was stuck there, in the most humiliating way in front of…in front of her. His heart hammered in his chest, blood rushing to his head turning his orange face a most violent shade of ‘tomato’. He closed his eyes tight, refusing to look up, pinning his ears in attempt to muffle the giggling of the other girls who were thoroughly enjoying his humiliation. Zharie wasn’t giggling, but she wasn’t silencing them, either. She glared at Serin and shook her head in defeat before looking down at Darcy thoughtfully. Her voice was feared, but her silence…oh her silence was agonizing. When he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, she spoke.
“Darcy…? What were you doing in the bushes?” the young doe questioned, her voice soft and steady as always, but with a hint of something else. Sadness? Doubt? He opened his eyes, forcing himself to look up at her, because he had to know for sure. Yes, there it was, he weariness he suspected in her voice reflected in emerald pools. Ashamed as he was of it, he couldn’t look away.
“I was…I was just passing by, and I…I heard you and then someone shov-Agh!”
Another blow to the back of his head silenced him.
“Quit lying you little shit! We all know what you were doing!”
“Serin, please!”
“No Zhar! You’re a doll but don’t waste it on this guy. Pathetic as he is, he’s dangerous and you know that! You’ve heard what the adults said. His mother’s a nut, 'loose', and he’s stalking you and peeking at you? What do you think’s on his mind, HUH?”
As quickly as the blood rushed to his head, it rushed right back out again as Serin crossed not just one but two lines as she rattled on above him. His eyes widened, a look of absolute horror morphing from shame. As he watched, Zharie stared at Serin, her angry expression falling blank before her gaze shifted back down at him. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes…and then…and then the fear.
“I…don’t think he-”
“Jeez, look, he’s not even protesting it! Because he knows it’s true! He’s just waiting to catch you alone! Isn’t that right you little perv? You’re just waiting till -oof!”
Darcy couldn’t hear one more word. With a growl of anguish and effort he pooled all his strength and shot up from under the adolescent stag, his withers connecting hard enough with his tormenter’s chest to knock his breath away and set him off balance. He got to his feet, lifting Serin into the air if only a few inches and heaved his weight into throwing the larger male off of him with surprising power and skill. Serin caught himself from falling, but barely, and his unsteady balance left him open. Darcy wasn’t ready to give up on the scene. Serin would pay for what he said…he would pay if it took every last breath he had! He rammed into his tormenter’s side with his stubby antlers, finally dislodging the larger male’s limbs from beneath him, shoving the shocked stag to the ground. Darcy didn’t give him any time to recover, his eyes glazing over with rage as he reared and put all his weight into slamming his hooves down on the other, aiming for the soft flesh of his gut, then his neck, dipping his head and ramming him with his immature antlers each time Serin attempted to stand. He glanced at the stream, mere inches from where the fallen stag now lay. Malice glittered in Darcy’s eyes as he suddenly backed off, giving the young stag a chance to gather his feet under him and rock forward to stand before making his move. Coming from behind he threw his body into shoving Serin forward, just enough to send him sprawling into the stream - the same way that had been done to him. He wasted no time leaping over the bully and stomping his head into the water. Serin sputtered and flailed beneath him, and it took two hooves to keep his head firmly planted in the muck. The butterfly stag watched with dark delight. Yes, this would show him. He was NOT pathetic! His long time bully would never torment him again.
“Darcy, please! Please stop it!”
A frantic voice kept calling out to him, but it sounded distant in his head, drowned out by the thudding of his heart and the pulsing of his blood as it flowed with venom through his veins.
“He’s going to kill him! We have to go get help!”
“Let him up! DARCY, let him up!”
Serin’s struggles became more half hearted beneath his weight as the seconds ticked by. Good. The Gods would have wanted this…finally, he was doing something right, ridding the forest of something vile. Everything he’d lived for, been raised to do, everything came down to this defeat. His mother would be proud of him. For once, she would give him praise! And Zharie…she would see how strong he was, how much better a stag he was then Serin. He would finally get the respect he deserved.!
Suddenly, he was being shoved. A weak shove, barely enough to throw him off balance, but enough to snap him ‘awake’. His eyes widened and he glanced back as the small doe pushed into him, finally hearing her pleas. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she paused to look up at him in desperation. Darcy’s expression fell blank at the sight. All of his emotions fell away, the power of hers overwhelming him too much to focus on his own. Nobody had ever looked at him with such desperation before…
“He’s dying. You’re killing him. Darcy…”
His name was spoken so softly, sweetly, her voice so quiet now- on the edge of all hope being lost, she reached out to him- and touched him. He looked down at the stream bed, where Serin’s head lay submerged, and stumbled off of him in a daze. The stag made no attempt to get up. He laid so still…was he really…had he really…?
“Darcy…Darcy!” she called again, trying to snap him out of whatever state of mind he was in. The young stag was clearly lost as he stared down at the other, expression a mixture of shock and fear as realization set in. He glanced up at her urgent tone, watching a tear shimmer as it slipped down her pale cheek. He had caused that….he had made her cry…
“Help me get him out,” she demanded quietly, as though she knew her will would be done - and it was. Darcy numbly lowered his head and helped her push the young stag from the water. Zharie kneeled and lowered her ear to his chest, then sniffed at his nose. He wasn’t breathing, Darcy himself could see that, but there was hope in the young doe’s eyes. He was still alive.
“What…w-what do I do…”
“Run,”
He blinked uncertainly. “…Run? B-but-”
“Remmie and Jaz went for help, the adults will be here soon, they’ll know what to do…Run, Darcy…and…and don’t come back, okay?”
Another tear slid down her cheek, and the young buck caught his breath. Don’t come back… The words echoed inside his mind, playing over and over. Her eyes spoke to him, full of sympathy, sadness, but also fear and bitterness. She had seen him…a side of him she could never look back from, something dark and hateful, and she wanted him to leave. The monarch-hued youngster backed away in shock. What was he supposed to do? He wanted to comfort her, but didn’t know how. Apologize? Serin was dying, and he couldn’t stop it. No apology would be enough.
Sounds erupted in the distance, hoof beats and leaves rustling and frantic voices calling out. They were coming.
“Run!” Zharie pleaded.
Darcy hesitated no further. He spun and darted into the trees, racing blindly from the scene. Adrenaline pushed him to new speeds, and new awareness’s as the normally clumsy youth darted trees and jumped fallen logs like an expert as his legs carried him as far from what he’d done as possible.
Run…don’t ever come back…
She had sent him away…banished him, the small girl with the angelic face. She saw no hero in him, no slayer of demons, but a monster. The monster his mother always wanted him to be. He ran and ran, till his legs tired and his head began to swim from exertion. Where was he? He didn’t no, nor did he care. Somewhere far, far away, at the ends of the earth. His awareness faltered, his exhausted limbs getting caught up in winding vines along the forest floor. He lost his footing and fell, perhaps off the edge of existence. The thud of the ground beneath him crushed his hopes. He rolled onto his side and instantly curled up, burying his head away from the dappled light that filtered through the leaves above and the cheerful singing of birds. A calm breeze ruffled his unkept fur and life, well, it went on as it always had. We wished for rain…for darkness and chaos and fire and all things despicable to surround him then and show him that the torment he felt mattered to the world.
It didn’t…and it never would.
Don’t ever come back…
If only Darcy knew how merciful those cruel words had been. If only he knew that if he’d stayed he’d had suffered a fate worst then heartbreak at the angered and anguished hooves and antlers of the adults. She had saved him.
He didn’t deserve to be saved…
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Chapter Three
i wish i could write anywhere
any tips for a young inspiring writer?
Waahhh this keeps getting
-cuddles Darcy- ;_;
Hai there! Thanks for
Advice however? I feel a little underqualified in that department. And you write so much! I wish I could as often ;.; It took me forever to get the courage up to write this...but for me the hardest part it getting the cork off the bottle if you know what I mean XD Anyways, I'm not sure exactly which points of my writing ar eof a high 'calibur' so it's difficult to say. I guess...be casual would be a tip? Dont take your characters too seriously or they'll come off as a little lifeless and rehersed on paper. Imagine them as real people are: Awkward, full of fault, letting their emotions get the best of them even when it 'hinders' story progression. Let them fidget and stutter. And then of course I'm a stickler for 'fillers', or SAAFT: Scenery, actions, appearance, feelings and thoughts. You should be able to apply all 5 descriptions in a writing to round out your scene.
That's all I can think of! XD'
"and i shall bite my tongue
which means what exactly?
Aww thanks Fled :3 I shall
And Mick it means I don't really look at my writing and see anything spectacular ^^ But I wont belittle a compliment by complaining it isnt heh. OF COURSE in saying that I'm also far to honest to say "THANK YOU" and shut up, too -giggle- Ah well!
Holy shit.
-Walks in with fangirl
-backs away slowly-
OMGYOUROCKLOL.
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Augh. ;-; That was amazing
I really need to read the first part. /fail |D
Ravynn: Um....indeed!...? XDD
Rai: ....-pat- Don't strain yourself love -giggle-
Ocean: Thank you ^^ Psh and of course I know it I'm just messin -shiftyeyes- And yes, you should do that :3'
you're an ass -chucks donkeys
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