A foe perhaps?
May 22, 2009 - 7:37am — Bastilion
I found the forest to be oddly devoid of life. It may be due to the time at which I entered, but I am uncertain. It seemed that those that would appear would simply drift off not a short moment later. Except for one I spied.
This stag is one I have seen before, with a pelt of black and white, more like walking bones than fur. They might be the only skull-wearing one I have seen where the image of death it portrayed was fitting.
And they were looking just a bit too intrigued by the sleeping forms around the pond.
What was this!
What did this vile creature think he was doing?
He had just...
I do not even wish to speak of what I witnessed.
But I would not let that continue!
Without a thought of how slight my current stature was, I rushed to stand over the sleeping form, hindering the disturbed one's intent.
We stared off for what seemed hours, before their intended victim faded from view. It was hardly noticed as the silent not-duel continued.
Finally, they walked off. Though I continued to watch warily, lest they try something again. Luckily, they behaved, even until they faded from the forest.
I will be watching out for that one in the future. Something tells me we will face each other again, when I will truly be able to duel as a stag.
But I do not intend to end them. I have sworn not to take a life again, not since Cousin's reaction to my last deed.
Vile as a being may be, it gives no right to end their days, for certainly someone will mourn them.
I remain, silent but heard,
Bastilion
Hm...it seems you've come