This story is the continuation of Age. Fac ut gaudeam
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The blurred vision.
The dry mouth.
The paranoid feeling of crawling skin.
At one time in another universe he might recall those desperate moments at the end, but here and now it was a new sensation all together.
It was pathetic, in a way, how in a few short weeks he went from a quite handsome spring stag to a wretch that could barely keep after a fawn yet alone defend his family.
It was easier for him to recall those words he heard so long ago.
It seemed like a frivolous lie told by adults to frighten children, but he could not help but fixate in this last final days of need.
When he was much younger an elder had once cast him a furtive glance and warned him of how, in the end, all stories came to blood.
Here, and now, as he rose from the side of his snowy companion and button buck child he could not deny the fact that this dismal ending was close.
He felt like he should say something.
Something to calm her nerves.
Something to distract her from his condition.
But really..what was there to say at this point that would not upset her?
"I don't want you to see me this ugly?"
"I'm sorry, I don't want to scare or upset you and my child?"
"I don't want you to catch whatever I have?"
"I am ashamed of dying here in such a pathetic manner?"
No.
None of those were true.
When it came down to it there was only one selfish thought in his mind.
"I don't want to be laying there, dying, with all of the forest staring at me like I am some sort of circus side show attraction."
It felt good for Seshi to say it out loud. The only response he gained from his sleeping audience was a half-hearted snore and a change in position.
Weeks ago he might view taking off into the dark as cowardly. He might have also viewed leaving his close friend and family exposed as negligent, but really, what could he do now?
Can barely walk.
Can barely see.
Covered in wounds just begging to spread a plague.
He wouldn't wish this on anyone.
Not even Basil.
It was not made out to be a noble death of a proud stag.
The fates had chosen for him to be another pathetic coward dying alone in the trees.
He could have died valiantly fighting an adversary.
Or from old age surrounded by kin and friends.
But all stories begin and end eventually with blood, and who could damn the sacrificial lamb for meek protest...?
Seshi cast one final glance towards his sleeping companions before he took off to find a private part in the forest where he could finally rest.
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The title means "Not of sound mind".
Finally winding down.
This is going to be one of the last stories. The ending number will depend on if Kita or another contributor to this story wishes to write a final piece before our conclusion.
Seshi will cease to be played in the forest as of next Monday.
Oh really now. You said you
You said you hated those period titles.
You're twisted. It was hard to click.
-Pokes fun.-
So I suppose I really, really need to catch up now?
-Waits for this to be a story.-
-placeholder for a comment-
I do hate them. but I was
but I was setting the entry as a node so I can modify the title without breaking links later.
now it's a story.
Poor Seshi. D: I do happen to
At least we'll get our Furfur back. ^.^
...right?
Poor Seshi
I don't know if I will be able to write anything -think think think- I will see if something pops up for me, but I've been so brain dead recently it's sad....
It will be good to see Furfur again...<3
Alone? Well, not entirely.
Well, not entirely. c:
He is granted his comforts, illusions if they are, but even the grass knows.
Perhaps a bird song, just for him.
Sad to see him go.
Again.
Nice job.
I feel... Odd after all of this. A little empty. It's sad. :c
Nothing but love once again.