June 10, 2009 - 2:33am — ocean
I woke up late this morning. My wounds were still aching from that stag's attack on me. I suppose he loathes me, though I cannot be sure why. Any brother of the forest is a brother to me...though I can sense some echos of dark deeds within that deer. I wonder what I could have done to anger him so.
My morning routine was carried out with precision. First to the crying idol to wear the pelt (I still remember you). Second to the ruins, to bow. Those wretched idols are still there, of course. I detest them. Perhaps some day I shall gain enough strength to eliminate them. Next, to the crying idol, again. I become lost in memories. Death. Destruction...So much fear. I still remember you. To forget would be to lose myself. Next to the Idols, renewing my faith. The darkness has ebbed ever so slightly, but it is still sticking to The Forest. My forest...The God's forest...
"I shall rid this forest of this evil. My brothers and I, for I sense allies here. Of course they would still be here. We will rid this forest of darkness, together, Gods."
I stand and trot through the forest a while. Nothing threatens directly, yet. It's peaceful. Brothers walk past, I bow curtly. Same old, same old, see. I nap in the cool shade of the ruins. My memories flash darkly through my mind. Running. Darkness. Powerful light. Pain. Death, so much death. Blood flowing...Change.
I awaken some time later. Darkness pummels me back and I gasp for breath. The best way to describe it is horns, sticking everywhere into my pelt. But the dark pulls me on, and I find it. A stag is laying there. I shiver in the darkness and back away, slowly. Too slowly. He's awake. He comes forward, a polite bow. Never again will I trust that. This was the stag I had sensed, earlier, the one who sat with the fawn and I. He's darker than I could have ever imagined. I cower, breath catching in my lungs. He advances.
I cannot let him near the ruins, my ruins, precious ruins. Dear Gods, this forest has fallen since I was last here. Fallen so far. I advance.
"Flee, you...beast! Go away! You cannot exist here!"
I show him my antlers. I rear. He matches me. Hooves, sharp hooves, pummel my sides. Knock out my breath. I too, am scraping him, trying so hard. But I am weak. I was never meant to fight. Never meant to kill. Sharp hooves draw blood, running down my sides. So much fiery pain. Is this what they felt? Or did they die quickly?
I run. I flee. I'm a coward, a coward. I catch my breath, quivering, cowering. The blood is running. But it cannot be worse than my mind. I cannot fail, I cannot. I gather my wits, noticing that the deer is laying down. I will kill him as he sleeps. The beast...he has...more eyes than he should. Shackles. A skull for a face. A fawn's antler sticking from it. A fawn. The beast, the dark fool. I will kill him, by the Gods! I will not rest until he has died. Fiery anger fills me to the top, and I ignore the hot blood. I run back to him, laying down. An easy elimination.
A foolish assumption. He is waiting for me. Waiting to kill me as well. The hooves meet me, the antlers too. Scratching down my sides, my face. I bellow in pain and rage. I put my back to the ruins. He's laughing at me. The stag is laughing at my pain. He knows I'm going to lose. He knows I have no chance, not against this, not now. I rear, I try to get him to back off from my ruins...Mine. Gods, he cannot defile this place, this holy place!
The hooves tear into me and my breath exits my body. The rage follows and leave behind a broken stag. I cannot face this...thing. I cannot. I am fading, my strength is sapping and the blood is flowing freely now. Everywhere, red. The red..of...them...Blood, more blood, never again in the forest, they said! Never again! The Gods promised us, me...No more blood, no more death! No! He's laughing again, my blood pounding in my ears. The pain is too much. I flee and he lays down, satisfied.
I lay bleeding. A fawn comes towards me. I bow...and it runs off. Probably scared...of the blood..I summon enough energy, once the stag is gone, to totter towards the ruins. I collapse there, wondering if I will ever awaken again. I do not bother apologizing to the Gods...though I wonder...Before I can finish, blankness crowds in my eyes. The Forest is lost to my eyes.
-The Priest
((Hah, met Darkweaver today. This won't be the last time, I'm sure. ;P Thanks for the quick fight, and glad to have had the Priest meet you. ))
Same to you. ^^ I was glad
I just wish my hotkeys weren't acting up during the spar. XD *didn't mean for the laughs; actions got messed up*
That was pretty sweet. xD
"I'm going in forest. NOW."
xDD Poor Priest.
And oh! Lol. The laughs worked out well, though. xD
*offers bandages* XD True,
XD True, and it does kind of fit in with the whole 'sadistic' and 'psychotic' thing.
*bandages Priest* >> He'll
It really does. o.o'' Worked out well. Also, this fight has given me an opportunity to include the Priest's past. ;P
Good to know. *is going to
*is going to let Dark lick his wounds on his own in the mean time* ... he'll be feeling that in the morning. |D .... maybe. *scoots away quickly*
Awesome. X3
Ah man, I'll probably write Dark's side of this tommarow. Tis too late right now. XD
Ironically, if this is how they reacted to seeing eachother at the ruins... immagine if this was at the twin god statues. o.o
Yes. ^^ He better be.
He better be. Otherwise M-I mean, The Priest, is going to kill him in his sleep or something. >>
He developed.
I'll be looking for it. I wanna see! xD
...O.O That better not ever happen, 'cause The Priest will probably go insane. Plus, Dark hates seeing people pray, right? O.o *is imagining*