A verbis ad verbera (Violence warning!)[Furfur Diary 2]
November 25, 2009 - 4:41am — Alecsander
I set out to find the nameless nemesis that day.
I caught scent of him almost immediately. My senses were assaulted by the unmistakable scent of blood. Someone in the forest was hurt and the lingering aroma of rotten flesh was all I needed to know the perpetrator. It was the one whom I despised above all. When I arrived on the scene there was only the faint hue of red tainting the pond. The place had been beautiful at one time, but lately seems only to attract blood. My throat was parched and I bent down to sip from the dirtied waters.
The waters left a bad metallic taste in my mouth and I took off to pursue the antagonist. Despite the bloodshed on the banks I could not distinguish the two tracks from each other. Clearly a fight had taken place and I feared the victor. I followed the flecks of blood until it lead me to a tree under which a proud stag rested. His wounds were unmistakable but not nearly severe enough to cause the full amount of carnage at the scene of the fight. Clearly this was the winner. I could not help but feel angry. He was mine to humiliate and dominate! I was the one who was supposed to put this nameless attacker in his place, yet here I was bested by a far superior stag. His curled antlers and striped pelt were still stained with the evidence of the encounter and I hesitantly leaned forward to catch another whiff of the fetid cologne that distinguished my adversary.
The trail was long cold by the time I had pursued it. I felt defeated and angry. I was so close to my revenge, but it was if he had disappeared into thin air. It was if the Twin Gods knew of my intentions and plucked him from the forest just to have a laugh at my expense. Defeated, I slunk back to my battle scorn brother in arms and waited. The Nameless One would return, and when he did I would be ready.
I could not tell how long has passed since I laid down but I woke up to the rancid body mist suffocating the air. I stumbled to my feet and found myself face to flank with my arch-nemesis. It was cliché, but I knew him by no other identity. He taunted me and circled the two of us. An occasional dart towards my slumbering companion made his intentions quite clear. He was not here for a fair fight; he had arrived to only antagonize the commanding stag who put him in his place earlier. I had no choice but to fight. This was not the ideal conditions that I dreamt of when I set out for the day but there was no choice in the matter. I cracked my antlers against the nearest branch and bellowed loudly at the gutless wrongdoer. “You spineless wretch! How dare you come to this place! What is wrong? Can’t win in a fair fight?”
I pawed the ground and circled the coward. I anticipated an outrage, but the cretin opened his mouth and only issued a low guttural hiss and lowered his head, shaking it briskly. Did he not wish to fight? I bravely approached my rival and tilted my head curiously. I expected a show of submission but could only let out a loud shriek as he caught me below the jaw with his jagged antlers and threw me to the side. I swiftly tried to regain my footing but he charged again, tearing my mask forcefully off and laughing, each syllable coming out as a raspy crackling sound. He nodded repeatedly and taunted me. Though the he spoke no words I understood the sentiment. He gestured to the mottled rotting complexion hidden beneath my mask and jeered at me as if to say “Look at you! You’re as stupid and foolish as that grin you keep plastered to your face! You dare to face me when you fall for that trick?” No words were exchanged after that, only blows. Not the proud conflict of two mighty stags but the unrestrained butchery of rage and adrenaline. There was no one around to interrupt our clash and unearthly echoes filled the forest as our antlers locked, became entangled, were ripped violently apart and met each other again. I could not keep it up for too long. This bull was superior to me despite his decomposing form. He bested me repeatedly and Dealt the final insult as our last jousting match ended with the distinctive crackle and shower of splinters as my left antler was snapped at the base.
I..I could not believe it then nor can I hope to rationalize it now. He had removed my antler. Never before experienced such an act of pure spite. A male’s antlers were his pride and joy, his symbol of masculinity and he had stolen that from me. My opponent bellowed his victory and continued to charge me until he had removed the other. I had no choice but to flee. I could feel my body beginning to dematerialize as I fought desperately to hold its shape. I hid among the ruins as my unearthly glow wore off. I have never felt such shame before in life or death. I had failed. I set out to avenge Ama and found myself humiliated beyond fathomable bounds.
I was so weak that I could barely rise to greet Kita and her masked companion when the approached me. Each step was met with sensations pain as my legs collapsed under my own weight despite no blood nor bruises streaking my mottled fur. I hobbled away from my two visitors. I could not bear the pain any longer and let the forces of the forest take me to the darkness. I would return; there was no mistaking it. I could not so foolishly face my attacker again. He could best me in strength, endurance, and above all cruelty. I would have to plan out my next moves carefully...
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Today’s title means “From words to blows.”
Furfur had his first encounter with the nameless deer that had gone after him days before. Understandably, he will not be as active and playful for a few days due to his injuries. He will, however, be present in the forest quite frequently for the next few days since I am on break.
His antlers will also take time to heal so expect to see him sporting the cropped beluga antlers for quite a while.
A note on "injuries":
Although Furfur cannot be hurt in the physical sense, he is not numb to the sensations of life. He remembers the consequences of fights and acts accordingly. Any blows to him will not result in bloodshed, but he will react as if it had harmed his body. Psychosomatic symptoms if you will.
His antlers and mask, however, are fully solid. He materialized around these objects and they are completely physical and part of the forest magic. He blames the phenomenon of his antler's growth to the good sense of humor of the twin gods.
Verycrazygirl- Don't worry, it was mostly his pride that was hurt.
Kaoori- Isn't it great? I had it on a loop for the past hour and a half while I was writing. It really gets me into the mindset for a good conflict.
Poor Nameless Zombie One doesn't seem to be making too many friends does he?
I was laughing really hard when I saw Crispin completely chase him down and beat his butt.
I probably could have snapped a few pictures of their scuffle but it was all over by the time my little "stealth fawn" made it across the pond.
"Oh FurFur.... I knew there was something wrong when I went to greet you, not just because your look had been changed" *Nuzzles* "I am sorry, I wish that I could have offered you more care..."
That stag I was with was Reed, bio
I hope that FurFur feels better soon, Kita was worried sick and mourned when he suddenly vanished from in front of her.
"I understand. If it were my choice I would have stayed by your side but I could not hold on longer." He cocked his head to the side and chuckled lightly. "Never fear, if you wish to baby me later I would not be adverse to the idea."
Yeah, it didn't occur to me at the time that someone might think he *died*. In retrospect, it probably looked far too similar. I should have let him fall asleep fully first or something.
"Oh Gods. Furfur, are you okay?" She looks up at him. "Your antlers! ...That beast. That foul beast. Gods...Oh Gods." She looks out over the forest. "Would that it would not come to violence..."
"It is quite alright, I would prefer that you go and rested and then returned when you are in better health," she nodded slowly, nuzzling his side gently "I will most certainly make sure that you are alright when I see you again in the forest. And do not fret, your beautiful antlers shall regrow, and when they do, may the gods let them grow larger and stronger to show your bravery in defending your friend" She glanced away, embaressed by her long speech"
^^ Possibly, tis ok though. At least Kita and I both know he is ok, we were worried.
And sorry about the long Kita post there, she usually doesn't talk that much at once unless she is very passionate about something.
"I ah..Ama..I'm sorry.." He could not even attempt to hide his embarrassment. He tried his hardest to impress her and fell on his face. He slunk behind Kita and kept his head down. He felt so silly now considering even Kita's doe stubs made his own look tiny.
"I..yes thank you for your concern both of you. I'll be sure to meet up with you both in the forest again later. I just need a bit of time alone to myself right now until I can adjust to this.." He gave his two companions an appreciatory nuzzle and trotted off to find a cozy sleep spot.
^^Meaning: My family is running me around shopping like a three ring circus and he won't be in the forest until later.
"You don't have to be sorry..." After all, he'd only done it in defense, right? "And you don't have to be embarrassed, either. You defended a sleeping deer and got nothing but battle wounds. I think that's kinda noble in a way." Suddenly, the doe was distant, eyes glazed as she stared over the forest, saying nothing.
Poor FurFur...
wow, I really like this
And now Kaoori dislikes that deer even more now that he injured him. >:|
Verycrazygirl- Don't worry,
Kaoori- Isn't it great? I had it on a loop for the past hour and a half while I was writing. It really gets me into the mindset for a good conflict.
Poor Nameless Zombie One doesn't seem to be making too many friends does he?
I was laughing really hard when I saw Crispin completely chase him down and beat his butt.
I probably could have snapped a few pictures of their scuffle but it was all over by the time my little "stealth fawn" made it across the pond.
Poor Furfur he must feel pain
He'll recover with time. At
"Oh FurFur.... I knew there
That stag I was with was Reed, bio
I hope that FurFur feels better soon, Kita was worried sick and mourned when he suddenly vanished from in front of her.
"I understand. If it were my
Yeah, it didn't occur to me at the time that someone might think he *died*. In retrospect, it probably looked far too similar. I should have let him fall asleep fully first or something.
"Oh Gods. Furfur, are you
Nice story! Ama seems to get
Best of luck to dear Furfur~
"It is quite alright, I would
^^ Possibly, tis ok though. At least Kita and I both know he is ok, we were worried.
And sorry about the long Kita post there, she usually doesn't talk that much at once unless she is very passionate about something.
"I ah..Ama..I'm sorry.." He
"I..yes thank you for your concern both of you. I'll be sure to meet up with you both in the forest again later. I just need a bit of time alone to myself right now until I can adjust to this.." He gave his two companions an appreciatory nuzzle and trotted off to find a cozy sleep spot.
^^Meaning: My family is running me around shopping like a three ring circus and he won't be in the forest until later.
"You don't have to be
This is great! I should make
"How could I have slept through this!? That coward! I guess chivalry isn't his style. Hmph, that fiend deserves to be punished."
You should Jac. I'm really
"I see this one isn't making too many friends. I can't help but feel some sympathy for the coward with the amount of deer out to get him. "
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