.....:When I attempted to stand after I had fallen asleep from the pervious day, I felt this earth shattering pain shoot through every vein and artery in my body. There are few words viable to describe such that I felt, and I suppose I cannot help but ramble on about it. Every side, every bit of exposed flesh seemed to pulse with aching, that was brought on by the wounds that I was shrouded and trapped, within. I began to limp across the landscape, trying so desperatly to balance the weight of my head under my sutmbling form. How pitiful I must have appeared, so weak and horrendous, no doubt my 'mother' would be enraged at my suttering form. So intent on stopping the violence, that I so ignorantly attempted to break up a fight! Ah, but what was the definition of a fool? At that point, I couldn't even seem to remember. I was much more intent on simply walking, to keep moving, not allow my body to rest, for I'm sure I would succumb to weakness if I dared stop.
......:But, I couldn't help but stop my in my travels, letting out scattered breaths as I spotted a familiar face. Far off, barely within my lines of sight, I could come to regonize the faint image of Sir Virgil, whom which I judged from his stance to seem a bit distressed. I raised my head, swallowing my pain as I fought the troublesome reaction to my wounds. I wouldn't allow myself to appear weak, I couldn't have any part of that. With wounds, surely I couldn't hide them, but I wouldn't let my posture give away my aches. Focusing my vision, I locked eyes with the stag, before turning on my hooves, to pathetically walk away from him once more. This wasn't the first time I had noted him in trail of my path, he almost appeared a distant observer in most cases. I wouldn't exactly pronounce his actions as unerving, but rather a slight comfort which lingered in the back of my head.



.....:I continued forward, fighting the continuous ryhthm in my chest while still shooing away the beast of my wounds. I nearly collasped as I reached the pond, staring into it's truthful reflection as it drilled into my line of sight. Pitiful. I took another step forward, following my own reflection as the water level rose as I moved deeper. The cool water, it wouldn't provide much a comfort, but I presumed it would be sufficiant for the time being. Another step, my reflected eyes came closer, and I stared into their silver tinted shades, nearly forgetting that I was truly staring at none other than myself. Refreshing water, my image became distorted as I shifted my weight off an injured appendage, although never breaking contact with my twin who followed suite. Another, careful, weightless step, and the image came even closer. I could observe the details upon his face, the dark, crimson rings which outlined his silver eyes, nose, and lips. His expression, appearing so forlorn and distressed, his ears directly upon his head, pinned there. I glanced past him, focusing on the sky behind this image. It was so clear, not a single cloud tainting the endless pond which was the air. I allowed my eyes to focus back upon the twin, he appeared calmer. Ah, but sir! Why do you allow that single drop of salty water to drip from your eyes? What causes such discomfort to you, that you must break into such tender emotions? No, do not give in to such weakness, my good sir. Perhaps what distresses you can be fixed, maybe I could assist in your troubles. Here, sir, come closer! Allow me to be your servant in you healing, let me bleach those wounds which break the purity of your silver pelt. No, please wait, sir, have I said something wrong?




.....:The image was suddendly distorrted, small waves rippling out from the epicenter which lay directly beneath my chin. I took a heavy breath, slowly sliding back onto solid ground, the water only now barely past my ankles. Water which had clung to my fur now slid off in uneven drips, and I wearily let my mind return to reality. I could hear reluctant hoofbeats, not far from where I stood. I rose my head, trying to find the source of the sound, struggling to surpass the blur which I found to be before me. "My son, Wudiin, are you blind?" I nodded to the open air, the blur before me focusing only in the slightest. "Deaf, too? Oh dear child. I know you are neither. Correct your fallen posture and greet your company." I perked my ears, breathing heavily as I finally managed to focus my vision. Sir Virgil stood now, but a few strides away, watching intently every movement that I attempted. I lowered my head, offering a pitiful, well, half bow, in greeting. I backed away from the water, slowly limping towards the alert stag. I slowly averted my gaze in my approach, staring at the cool earth, begging for some sort of relief from it's surface which I knew not to appear. Holding my eyes there, I listened as the stag began to speak, and I noted his now approaching hoofsteps. "White Hart, you need not run." I turned my eyes back to the deer, standing idle as he continued to walk towards my fading form. "Take time to rest, recover. Such a majestic friend need not be tainted by fear and crimson." He stopped, and I raised my head a tad bit higher, my body overwhelmed with heaviness as I now struggled to stay standing. Sir Virgil then took a few more steps towards me, and now I could even see the details of the scar which lay atop his muzzle. My mind wandered, trying to figure how he attained such a wound, before I was brought back to reality by the stags voice once again. "Let me offer you protection, and perhaps a new alliance." I glanced to the ground, knowing quite well that I couldn't even attempt to run, let alone conjure up enough energy to emit a decent sentence. I looked towards him, weakly nodding my head, only to be answered by a sudden jolt of pain that surged outwards from my chest to the very tips of my hooves. I turned to the side, painfully coughing, closing my eyes as I tasted that bitter metal-like liquid I now knew of too well. Dizziness, pain replaced by a crushing feeling overtaking my chest, followed by darkness.