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By ocean
“Iaurdagnire.”
“…”
“Iaurdagnire.”
“…!”
With a jolt, the giant found himself awake. When he tried to shake his antlers, he found himself stuck. Opening his mouth in frustration, Iaurdagnire quickly realized that he was mute. Eyes thrown wide in surprise, he did the only thing he could manage—he looked up.
A snarling wolf stood above him. Its lips curled back into a snarl, not unlike a smirk or a grin.
“You have given in, as I knew you must.”
Iaurdagnire struggled to speak again, defiance flaring in his eyes. Looking down, he managed to see a flash of yellow—dandelions? Watching him struggle, the wolf leaned down, speaking quietly beside his face. The voice was like the crackling of flame on dying trees.
“Did I not tell you that you could not control all? Fool. Let me show you.” The wolf snarled quietly, pulling its muzzle back. As it stepped, fire crept up the dandelions tied around Iaurdagnire’s body, keeping him in place. They withered in the fire, turning black and crisp as the fell around the giant’s hooves. Slowly, Iaurdagnire got to his feet, casting a look of contempt at the wolf.
“Follow, servant.”
With another mocking grin, it bounded off into the forest, leaving a smoldering trail in its wake. With a resolute air, the stag trotted down the hill. As he reached the bottom of the hill, a wave of ash and heat swept across his face, forcing him to close his eyes.
When he opened his great dark eyes, he gasped. Before him was an utter wasteland. Fire smoldered at the roots of trees or flared up in great patches. All was ashes and flame, a gray, parched earth speckled with hellish oranges and red. Something…
Something else was wrong. Growing frustrated with the clinging dandelions, he ripped and tore at them with a hoof, but they were as hard as steel. Spring trotted up to stand beside him, lowering its head to study his reaction. Seeing the defiance still glittering in the blue stag’s eyes, he grinned and laughed, a horrible noise. Dag fought the urge to cover his ears, keeping his head raised proudly.
He would face this, here and now.
Spring smirked.
“Walk, Iaurdagnire. See. They are calling to you.” With that, he was gone again, trotting off into the ruined forest.
“Iaurdagnire…Dag…Dag…” The call came softly, but the blue stag could hear the quiet desperation in it. Ears pinned back, he forced himself to walk towards it, stopping abruptly as he nearly tripped over the deer laying on the ground.
“Dag…” Oseaan’s body, smoldering quietly, rested on the forest floor. Patches of fur were burned away, exposing shiny pink flesh. Her head was thrown back in an unnatural position; it was clear the doe’s neck was broken. Her eyes were merely sockets, deep, empty pits. Blood trickled in a small line from her mouth, tracing red in the white fur. Dag stumbled backwards, escaping the terrible sight. His eyes were wide with horror and his heart was racing, pounding in his chest.
No. No...Why?
Iaurdagnire forced himself to focus. Turning away from the horrible sight, his ears lifted, straining for the sound that had drawn him here.
“Iaurdagnire…” The sound seemed to come from the very trees. It would have been peaceful at any other time, but now they seemed to whisper insidiously, accusingly. The voices sounded familiar, but he couldn’t pin them down.
“Iaurdagnire.” He started, hearing the sound of a voice close by. Turning, he stumbled backwards, slipping over the burned remnants of a log.
Spring’s sharp-toothed muzzle shone from the blackness between the trees. With a leap and a bound, he landed by the doe. The entity lowered his muzzle and grabbed her by the neck, leaping off into the woods again with an inviting flick of his tail. Rage clouded the giant’s eyes. How dare he treat her like that when she was…she was…
With a grunt, Iaurdagnire took off after the wolf. He skittered over pieces of fallen birch trees, still glistening white against the ash. Spring led him across the forest, showing him the stripped trees, the ash-covered ground, the gray, black, white. It all began to whirl into one.
Suddenly, Spring stopped atop the Red Hill and let the body of Oseaan down. It landed with a soft thud in the ash, letting up a cloud of soft gray which landed upon her body like a blanket. Dag was growling with suppressed rage, tossing his antlers and threatening the wolf, who simply bowed his head.
“Do you know where you are, O Iaurdagnire? This is the Red Hill, home of your friend Virgil. Do you wonder where he is now? I assure you, even he could not escape me.” The stag stamped his hooves, glaring at the wolf, who bared its teeth.
“Do not become impudent, Iaurdagnire. Look out from here. What do you see?” Iaurdagnire looked across the ruined land. All around, the pieces of white were assembling themselves…themselves…
They formed into patterns of deer, fallen in forms of suffering, twisted in agony. He had run across their bones as he had chased the wolf.
Iaurdagnire’s head lowered and his ears pinned to his head. This couldn’t be real.
“Oh but it is, Iaurdagnire. Ahhh…I think she’s stirring.” The wolf prodded the doe, who was beginning to twitch.
“Listen. I believe she has something to tell you…” Oseaan began to stir, looking weakly up at Iaurdagnire with her empty eye sockets. Spring flicked his tail and sat, watching.
“You let him kill me, Iaurdagnire.” Oseaan was rising now, unsteady on her feet. Her head flopped limply and her mouth hung open, hardly forming the words.
"You let him burn us. You.
You betrayed us, Iaurdagnire. You left us alone. You let us burn and smolder to our deaths. You did nothing.
You only watched. You are weak.” Oseaan was drawing closer and closer to Dag, who was backing up slowly, shaking his head back and forth.
No, no, no!
Her voice was being joined by others. From the woods came other shapes, recognized as friends. All were mangled, pain flashing in their eyes, burns clear on their sides and backs. They were closing in. Worse than their appearance was the terrible sadness and the betrayal in their voices.
“You left us.”
“You promised…”
“Why did you betray me!”
“I trusted you, Dag…”
“Why, why did you let him do this?”
“You just watched us burn, Iaurdagnire…”
“You watched as he tore us apart…”
The wailing increased to a fever pitch as the does, stags and even fawns converged on the giant. In the background, Spring began to snarl.
“Look what you’ve done, traitor! They trusted you, they loved you! And you betrayed them! You let them down, Dag! They will curse your name!”
“No!”
fff ;_;
AMAZING! O.O !
Ffff Dagart! ouo Also LOL I'M
Also LOL I'M LAST YAY GORE.
Wheee, these are all so awesome. This is definitely a community of great writers.
I thought yours was perfect
Haha yes, Dagart! BEHOLD THE ONE TIME I'VE PAINTED A BACKGROUND.
Wahaha, we're all so evil.
I would hope to wake up after one of those. ;A;
YESSSS. IT'S GLORIOUS.
These were all so much fun to
The event was a lot of fun. Glad I got to participate. C:
one minute.
In retrospect, I should have
But omfg, these nightmares. We're all so sick LOL. <3
Thanks for letting me participate in this. It was sad, but it was fun. (:
(There we go. Damn thing logged me into the Petals account.)
You can still post a link to
Glad you lot found it fun. It was so exciting to read them because I honestly didn't know what to expect... you all seem to know how Dag works better than I do .u.
jfkjegjg -froths- You guys
You guys all did great. I love the stories.
Dag y u scare me with your oh-so-badass cliffhanger? ;u;
Opff, tense! All the
fgdfgghfgdhfh intense. I
This is very good, haunting. I look forward to see where this leads.
And well done on that there background. Awful swell <3
Thank you (: 2nd update...
2nd update... slowly, very slowly, losing his mind. Clever wolf de-constructing Dag's main asset >D
Or, well, clever community members writing nightmares with that potential hehe.
That last bit.. Hnng. So sad.
Esll was glad to see Iaurdagnire again. We always like to keep him company.
This is turning out really well. I look forward to the next part. ♥
Aaah this is turning out so
I've spent the last two-three
How did I miss this? 8C This
This is great. I love how you set it up and all the nightmares are awesome - so many great writers.
The below is just because I wanted to. >u>
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The doe, whole and healthy, knows her her long-time friend suffers and is troubled. How many times has she loaned him her strength to overcome his many battles? And still he fights, she knows. She takes comfort in his company and offers what she can in the company she returns to him. As he settles to sleep, she brings her head to rest just behind his and under the great curves of his massive antlers.
'Take what rest you can from restless sleep, in the pauses between horrors and fright,' she would whisper while he slept. 'Ready yourself as we ready alongside you.'
'For even as one must do alone what one must, he is never truly alone.
Strength is in will and will is in reason.
Reason is in the memories of those
he has spent his life with.'
These things she would whisper, but she did not.
All this the great, scarred behemoth already knew.
"We're still here."
Daaaaag. ;_; Poor sod. This
Poor Dag ;A; I love the
I love the latest screenshot with the grass. It looks like the forest floor is beginning to crack; a volcano biding its time...
Wow... Thank you Hraeth, that
Thanks everyone who has followed the little tid-bits in this blog. It's done now, and I hope Dag's thoughts still remain hidden among it all in the end.
I wonder if he has a plan?...
I neglected to track
Should've tracked this
*also late to the
Maaaan, this is totally awesome. Poor Dag.
lol awh, I'm sorry. This
It was this song that I used.
I wonder why I haven't
Looks absolutely awesome, and the story is getting more and more interesting with every update. =D
I'll add the song Lacie,
Silver - Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it (:
Maybe because it's so long?
Wooow everyone who
Forget Your Perfect Offering.
There Is A Crack In Everything.
That's How The Light Gets In.
(A part of the lyrics of Leonard Cohen's Song "Anthem")