September 1, 2009 - 1:27am — Zergarikiaka
...have lost? Up until now, I have never lost a fight with him... Last time came close... but now...
I can scarcely move. How many witnessed this embarassment?
The day started so peaceful... well... if smashing down trees to vent is peaceful.
Peace... such a rare thing.
I had finally healed from the previous encounter with Wesker...
I learned of Priest and Aegle's fight. So fueled with rage, I had become.
I took my rage out on the trees, until Bastilion joined me. I led him to the birch forest, and there we sparred, while watched by a fawn. Sparring did soothe the nerves.
We returned to Aegle and Masque, at the ruins. We joined Masque in watching over Aegle, and repulsed random deer who seemed intent on a fight.
I don't remember much after that... I must have zoned out. When I became aware of those around me again, the company had dwindled, and moved. Hnn... another trick of yours, Aves? You must get some strange kick out of messing with me. Heh... even if you don't express much.
My memory has fogged over, in regard to much of the day. I soon made my way to the lake... but what happened from the ruins to the lake... I can't recall...
Hnn...
How long has it been since my last meal? ... I haven't touched another deer for meat since before talking to the twin statues. Maybe that's the root of this weariness. Hunger... lack of all needed protien.
It can't just be me getting old.
Because I'm already old.
I took a drink from the lake... and soon, who do I notice, but Wesker, resting under the nearest willow tree.
I began taunting him, and he began returning taunts. I stepped under the tree, mocking him.
Confident...
I hadn't lost to the fool yet.
I should have been more serious, perhaps.
Our antlers soon collided. Our hooves raised and struck.
I stepped around his tree, and slipped behind him. Bit into his hind leg and pulled, aiming to throw the boy off his feet.
I pulled him out from under the tree. He turned and broke free, then struck.
Harder than I remembered him being able.
Again, maybe hunger was making me weaker?
Or maybe I was just tired of these fights?
... of instigating... and being instigated.
I snarled, and began to fight back with natural antler and fawn antler. His wild cage of thorns and tines caught around me, and rapidly began to slice threw my skin. I kept my head low, stabbing back with brow tines and fawn antler. I rose, and tore upward. More tines sunk into my back. Returning to my feet. His brow tines catch my torso. I swing down my head and bite the back of his neck. His tines impail further. We both roar in pain... and in hate.
Where was my mind?
Thinking about Aegle's condition...
The Priest...
The beast I was fighting...
The flush of red that once more encompassed the world...
The black tendrils seeping out of the tree and sky...
Aves and Silent... and their tricks...
The deer gathering around us...
Wesker began to force me back. I began to step backward, into the lake's shallows. I rose, and turned. I ran a lap around the gathered deer. He ran as well. We collided at points, slicing with antlers as we passed eachother. We turned and engaged in a sort of joust.
Turning too hard as I cut threw the crowd... I stepped on one of my chains, and collapsed onto the ground. A wretched pain shot threw my right fetlock. I rolled an eye to look upon the bloody mess, and found an unusual mass.
I had broken the bone, just above the shackle. It was sticking out right above it.
But I had no time to sit and lick the wound. Wesker was back on my tail. I stood and struck as he came. I continued to stomp my hooves, taunt, and attack as if I was fine.
The madness was coming close.
But the pain kept it back.
He was striking harder than I remember him being able... and soon.
-Crack-
My skull was knocked off my face, with strands of skin.
Oh, how scarred the watchers must have been. To see a faceful of decay, teeth, extra eyes, and my own 'inner' skull - clearly visible in skinless, muscle-less patches.
I knocked off his skull right afterwards. He's fortunate to have a face under there...
I realized I wasn't going to last... but I kept fighting. He continued to rip away, and I ripped at him.
Until finally, I backed up...
Shuddered...
And fell unconcious.
How... could I... have lost?
When I opened my eyes, there were a few deer around, but they were not in morning. There were fawns... using me to aquire pelt spells. They were decorating eachother, and dancing around. Disrespectful.
One of those who were watching earlier was among them. My blood boiled, but I could not do anything about them... except get up, and into the icey lake.
I limped into the water. The cold sting made me woozey, and I was fine with it. I collapsed back into the water, and let it numb the entire body. I kept an eye open, watching the spellspammers and those who came and went.
Had I no-one?
Numb, I limped back to the ruins... leaving a trail of blood behind me.
That next day, I ran back into Mort. A nameless was hassling him. I roared at the nameless, demanding it to leave the guy alone, and limped my way in between them. I took the nameless's tines in my side, and eventually got him to back off.
Mort and I departed for the lake afterwards... and were followed by multiple nameless. Once at the lake, we ran into Amary. I was glad to see her, and we exchanged nuzzles. I introduced her to Mort, and we all took our wounded selves into the warming up lake, to sit and rest our injuries.
The water heals...
And I believe... so does she.
We were joined on and off by nameless and fawns. Unfortunatly, soon Wesker also joined us. Again, I faught. The black tendrils were still around, and almost instantly grasped me. I began to laugh with every blow that struck my mangled frame, and deal back every blow. I think I blacked out once or twice, but I was still laughing. Amary and Mort tried to break the fight up without getting between us...
Eventually, Wesker fled. I laid back in the water, next to Amary, and drifted off.
Hnn...
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-claps- 8D
*bows* 83
very nice! I feel bad for
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I'm a little wolf inside a girl.
Lightbringer-apprentice to Yorres
That's ok. ^^ I think
Man, you are really on top
And yep, I hope to elaborate upon their rivalry with the next couple of pieces that I intend to post. Not all of them are spoilerific, so if I can get my act together, I may be able to post one sooner rather than later.
Poor Darkweaver. I was
~Paz
deer: Amary, Melinoe, Oisín, Maera