After three decades wandering across lands far outside that of our origin, we had returned to the land dubbed endless, with fawns both grown and new. The feel of the forest has changed since our initial leave, but nothing has really changed. The trees, the grass, the flowers, the lake... nothing is different. The fawns we brought with us were initially so thrilled, to enter the land of their fathers and mothers. I believe even the rarely content Archelius has expressed some approval for this land.
We've been here for only a few days, remaining close to the edges of the forest to avoid being sighted by too many deer who have never contemplated a world beyond their own. Now and then, I would lead the children to the lake, always under the protection of night. It was not that there were predators, or a fear of them becoming lost, but to keep out of the sight of those devoted to the demons that pose as gods over this land. It was a silent shame that we failed to find a real god though, as long as we've been gone... Or perhaps we have, but have yet to call it our own. To whoever is out there, we prayed for protection in our return.
From the lake, I could see them. Proud, arrogant, and misleading as always. Ivory eyes that coldly overlooked the land before them, arms held out as if to catch a bird as it falls. The sudden flash of white atop the hill signaled a stag picking up the pelt of his idol. I turned my head away, looking to the skelletal pelted fawns splashing in the lake. "Come quickly... We'll be at risk if we stay here too much longer." I called quietly, aiming to not capture the stag's attention. Laoise risked a glance at the white pelted creature. "What... What is that stag wearing?" she asked nervously. That devout pelt, gave off a sensation like lightning. "The Devout Pelt... It's like the red dot humans in india would wear on their forehead after prayer, but here it marks prayer of a cultist." I explained briefly. Looking into her bright blue eyes, I could tell she understood. The young ones playing in the lake still had not noticed the threat not far away. They had not noticed my call.
I stomp one hoof curtly, and bound into the shallows. With a swift motion, I catch the back of a fawn's neck in my mouth and pull him away from the others, only to place him back down in a moment. Their attention gained, I repeated myself. "We need to leave. Quickly." I urged, this time without dismission. The stag finally looked out way, devout tainted red eyes locking on us as we hurried back into the cover of the trees.
"Demons... here?! This is unacceptable..." He turned and faced his idols, and began to speak with them as we made our escape. It was a scenic path we took, always close to where the trees were their thickest, only to avoid eyes such as those of that devout. The breed of tree soon shifted to the thin, tall birch trees, and our cover weakened, but there were less deer to notice us. We slowed to an easy walk, finding ourselves without pursuit. The sun had begun to rise again, casting its lovely orange-yellow light over the birch forest. Soon we relocated the rest of the herd, easily spotting our leader among them. Head and shoulders taller than the rest, built like a fenril and marked like a grim, he would always be instantly recognizable. Adrastos and Archelius were not far from him, also easily visible over the rest, being only a foot or so shorter than their father, and bright red antlers strangely more impressive than those of their sire, and their eyes matching his in number.
"Dark! It seems the religion of this forest has not changed. They still bow to the twin statues." I reported quickly. The fawns ran ahead, diving under the bellies of their mothers and looking back. Darkweaver seemed surprised. "Hmm... If that's the case, we should make sure to depart again soon. We will not be welcome back much longer." he suggested. He stepped out of the midst of the herd, and came to my side, offering a tender nuzzle. I returned the gesture, then stepped back and tilted my head to one side. "You almost sound like you've been considering leaving again already." I pointed out. He flashed his best attempt at a smile, then laughing easily. "Am I that obvious?" he commented, jokingly. I only nodded, grinning back at him. We both knew it would take a while to convince the rest to simply head off again after so long away, but how could we trick ourselves into thinking those living even in these times were not paranoid and suspicious? Could we deny the fact, that the fawns of the forest would cower at the sight of us, and hide behind suspicious and single minded, closed minded parents and friends?
I followed Dark back into the gathered herd, and sat beside him in the tall grass. As the day moved on, and the sun began to set, I began to notice a thickening of the clouds. By sunset, this thickening passed on into a full fog. Half of our number had drifted into sleep under the waning light, many oblivious to the change in weather. The sudden howling of wolves however, proved enough to wake them, but the wolves were not enough to bring any of us any form of alarm. Instead, there was a rapidly developing sensation, like being caught in a lightning storm. Darkweaver sprung to his hooves, and looked around with a defensive eye. "News has spread... they know we're here."He realized aloud. Something in his countanance changed. A scowl etched itself over his skull, and his eyes grew narrow, even aggressive. The rest of the herd began to rise to their hooves as well, and started to murmer among eachother. I frowned and looked out in the distance. Flashing white lights cut threw the fog, firing across the horizion line and threw the forest in waves. This was no game of Devout Tag, as some call it...
Cultists were coming together...
We were in the calm before the storm - about to be under seige.
Darkweaver stepped ahead of the rest of us, and stood between us and those coming from the distance. I stayed at his direct side, staring on boldly. If nessessary, I would not hesitate to fight. Soon, we could make out the figures of our soon to arrive aggressors. The rest of the herd began to line up, willing to fight back. Darkweaver soon turned to look only at me, and spoke softly. "I'm sorry... I would rather you live past this day, than myself... I'll try to keep this lot off your back... Lead the girls and the fawns to the church and hide there. Try not to be seen by these fools... they don't understand their own actions." He virtually whispered. I nodded, and risked a moment to nuzzle the side of his neck.
I backed up, and stepped out of the line. I began calling out the names of the other does, and the fawns too young to fight, leaving only six grown stags to fight at Dark's side. Among those, our sons. Allowing no hesitation, I led them away, back toward the church ruins. Behind us, we could hear the roars of combat as it began.
This is amazing! *3* -wants
I definitely like this song too <3
I love wt. and it makes this
i was explaining about Lagho to mystress tonight while they were all sitting.
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I'm a little wolf inside a girl.
Lightbringer-apprentice to Yorres
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