The Flower Diaries; Chapter 13
July 4, 2010 - 12:59pm — thecapturedplanet
He does believe his leg is broken...
The day had started out very nice, the sun, soft ad warm over his blue coat, the plants upon his antlers soaking it up.
He does his rounds about the forest, from the ruins, to the birch forest, every so often pausing to nibble at the sweet mosses and grasses he loves, why, he's even brave enough in this (small) but very much adult body to venture out and find purple and red flowers to eat.
He takes his time, strolling to the lake, dipping his head to drink and splashing out to the Lily pads, balancing with a hoof upon each one, what fun!
Eventually he falls back in with a splash and clambers to land, just in time to scent Talla.
his tail gives a happy flick, prancing off to meet her.
something is wrong...
it's, that scent, wolf, but, it's really wolf this time...and Talla goes racing past, crying in fear.
trembling he bounds after her before he even sees what she is running from.
Eventually it catches up, the blue-green wolf, with curved horns upon its head, his small heart feels about to explode.
But Talla...Talla is so frightened, and she, she seems so scared...
he, has to...do something...
he should have kept running, he should hide, but...but he can't...
He's tiny compared to the creature, doesn't even reach its knees, and still he throws himself at it, rubbing antlers over any part of it he can reach, praying that the thorns upon his head will annoy it enough to make it go away.
It doesn't.
the canine merely laughs, and lowers its head to toss the small stag aside.
But, he can't give up...Talla...
"...I, won't let her be hurt"
And he bucks, and rears...
and he is thrown, again, and again and again.
Such pain, he has never felt such pain!
and with one last flick of its antlers there is a horrible snap.
And his leg feels like its on fire.
He can simply do no more, and he stays where he has fallen.
He was never meant to fight...
but he tried...
the scent leaves eventually, and Talla returns, nuzzling him, and he feels so brave!
She helps him limp off to the birch before she tends to him a bit.
But eventually she takes her leave.
And he is alone.
It is only when he smells Jergens that he rises, limping to him, for he wants nothing more than to just sit beside him.
He does his best to keep the blood off the other stag of course.
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Guh D: Poor fella...
Poor fella...
that's why he was acting so
Yeah, I thought I was
Oh, as for that last line, Jergens is red, so it dosen't really matter if a bit of blood gets on him. It won't show *shotdead*
best part is when I was
laughed, a lot |D
fhjrydhfj.... Jergens:
Jergens: "Wait. Do I smell like the "Age-defing Natural Glow"? Or am I more of a "Tropic Island"? Ooh! Maybe shea Butter?"
HOWIEIWWIH XD Rosine;
Rosine; /sniffsniff/ I don't know you just smell like you to me...maybe you need some lotion.
Oh yes... I went there
Jergy: Guh! *Dead* x-x
you bad person you
Rosin; /cuddle/