July 21, 2009 - 10:42pm — Zergarikiaka
It has been a long time since I have written last, or so it seems. These past days have been both confusing and demented, though in the madness there has been less aggression than usual. I had spoken with The Priest, and come to understand where he comes from historically, and how this so-called Endless forest came into existence as a safe-haven for the deer... as long as they serve those blasted twin idols. My meeting with the priest has left me uncertain of my own views, and I have considered perhaps speaking with his gods.
With time, I have come to see that this will not come to pass. I cannot even come near the demon statues without some interference leading me away. A few days ago, at the top of their hill, I had been pulled into a 'cloning' with two others... one being the infamous 'Glitch Deer' himself. I do admire his abilities... to absolutely bewilder and confuse the majority of those in this forest. One day, I should like to understand his abilities and duplicate them. Fanciful dreaming aside, that day had led to a strange level of social interaction. My companion, Bastilion, had joined us, along with Amary, and we began to behave as fawns. Air dancing and frolicking until devout pelts became spammed.
Hrnnnn.... I will never wear the pelt of Laghodessa's murders...
Last night I tried again. My head had been struck with a constant ache, and my ankles bled out with a heavier flow than the norm. Perhaps my frustration over these statues had manifested into this physical deterioration. When I reached the statues, I was been immediately met by Scarecrow and a strange stag I have not previously encountered. This stag, bore the skeletal pelt and skull mask, like me... though he proudly wore the same massive antlers as the priest. He immediately reminded me of the stags I had once led out of the forest. Save for the fact that he was taunting at Scarecrow and I upon sight.
Disinterested, I left the hill for the pond. Mostly I just wanted to soak my legs in the refreshing liquid, and stop thinking until my headache passed. Instead, I took a short drink and returned to the top of the hill. I greeted Scarecrow, and the fellow psycho convinced me to bound about with him for a few minutes, until the taunting of the odd stag became too much for me to ignore.
He began to nod between taunts, openly asking for a spar... or perhaps a true fight. It was difficult to tell the difference with such a stranger, but...
How could I resist?
A cold grin crossed the exterior of my skull, and I responded with taunts and nods back. Finally, we locked antlers. Hooves kicked off the ground and tore into fur and flesh. Antlers drew blood, and teeth snapped into skin. We separated, and began to chase each other in laps around the twin demon hill, with Scarecrow hopping and leaping around us. His laugh added a touch of familiar madness to the air.
His massive 'real deer' antlers were difficult to maneuver threw, and their wild tines ripped at my pelt while I attacked with brow tines and fawn antler. He rose, and I lowered myself, swinging my head upward as he came down, to stab into his torso. I rose, and dropped heavily bleeding hooves on his antlers, pushing them down and trying to break them off. They were brittle, and did not break as well as hoped. He repulsed my attack and roared. I taunted and roared in return. Breaking again, we ran further laps around each other, then rearing again. Rasping, screeching roars cut the air, and we charged each other, locking antlers again. It thrashed my neck pulling his bush-like antlers out of position, enough to free my perfect antler from his tines. I slashed with it, never minding the tines constantly skinning my pelt.
The world was melting away, into that familiar crimson state. Black tendrils of madness were birthed by the crimson world. They branched out and spread, spilling out a bloody mist and blanket of unescapable blackness.
A deer of straw, and great antlers, took place of Scarecrow. He continued to laugh his wonderfully maddening laugh, and soon joined in the fight. This distracted my fiendish 'friend', and caused him to redirect his antlers periodically. I broke out of his bush-antlers path, rasping wordlessly. Blood had covered my fur, and glittered off my maw. I slunk out my tongue and licked some off.
Delicious.
I wanted meat though.
He broke away from Scarecrow, and began to run again. A high cackling filled my ears, rasping as if it were my own voice. I rose again, and called out before chasing him, and being aided by the straw scarecrow. We ran into the edge of the clearing, and past the giant black trees. The insistent clattering of my own chains intensified the pain in my head. The shades of red coating the forest grew darker, into almost complete blackness. Scarecrow got ahead of our rival, and I stopped behind him. Snapping out, I caught the back of his leg and bit down, aiming to rip it off.
Somehow he broke free of my bite, and turned. He reared and swung his head down, catching me in his cage of thorns. I no longer felt the blows. A strange, yet familiar feeling caught my mind, and belly. One I had not basked in, in years. Like dragonflies swarming underneath, and spider webs wrapped around. I began to laugh, hysterically between blows. Complete psychosis took over.
Scarecrow and I were both laughing as we attacked and as we were struck by numerous blows. Somehow the madness, the swirling red and black, and tendrils and webs... it was wonderfully hysterical. New cracks formed along my skull as it clashed with that of our opponent. He sneezed off his skull, and continued until there was naught but a face. We couldn't stop cackling. I wanted to throw off my own, and let the forest see the trauma that is my face.
We continued to battle, all three of us leaving each other mangled. The sharp clanking of my shackles reminded me I could use them...
So I rose, keeping my hooves extended and away from my body, and roughly snapped the chains like metal whips at my rival. Once... twice... thrice... then locking antlers again... only to separate in fits of laughter.
The scarecrow deer took over soon enough. Dripping with spilled blood, I became completely overwhelmed in the madness. Completely wrapped up in black tentacles and tendrils, from every corner of existence... I could only laugh, as I lost all senses and slipped out of this forest...
And strait to the giddy gates of hell.
But I will soon return. When reality makes sense again…
And as humans say, when two plus two equals four… again.
If you ask me, it has no meaning.
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Phew, wow I loved writing this for some reason. I guess I was just excited to type out from Dark's view, just how mental he can become under the right circumstances. XD
Very nice. ^^ He's quite
Thx. I felt it was about
In a way, he's kind of like Erik in Phantom of the Opera, in my opinion. o.O The guy you are supposed to not like because he's the 'bad guy', but you feel sorry for him and even kind of like him for all his issues (in both cases, being physically unappealing, and being 'mad', and murderous, ect.). XD
xD You made it. True. o.o
True. o.o It's really kind of odd. xD
Haha, what an awesome spin
Intense. And very cool. I
I wondered why Darkweaver was on the twin gods hill.
That day was a lot of fun. X3
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Nueva Paz
Just call me Paz.
deer: Amary, Melinoe
THAT... WAS beautifully
"I greeted Scarecrow, and the fellow psycho convinced me to bound about with him for a few minutes, until the taunting of the odd stag became too much for me to ignore."
SDFS. I DIED. <3
Ladies, gentlemen, my fellow psychos...
u p d a t e s
I'm late to all this xD;; I
I read all of these, you have awesome writing skills.
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I'm a little wolf inside a girl.
Lightbringer-apprentice to Yorres
Hehe, thanks. ^^ Lol so far
Lol so far I think this is actually my favorite piece.