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The Raven just stood there, unmoving and quivering; her eyes pinned to his broken form.
Again, the doe tried to speak his name, but the word almost seemed lost. Alien.
The thick fog served as a veil; all others seemed to fade from the feathered does view and outside sounds receded into background noise. All things had led to this point in time, and when Ravenflight was about to give up, he had fallen from the sky itself and returned to them. Ravenflight edged closer to Dag, her legs shuddering with every unsure step. How could she be even sure it was him?
His absence had become the very thing that had defined her, with no battles left to fight or purpose, guarding his name with her life with hopes Iaurdagnire would return had become Ravenflight’s only meaning. And suddenly, he was there. She lowered her head to the copper scent that had stained the forest floor; blood gently throbbing out from his weakening heart. As Ravenflight’s Adrenaline began to exhaust her, emotion became her forefront. She lowered her head close to his, desperately trying to see a glint or spark of life in his form and from the depths of her voice his name conjured. Slow at first, it became a soft whisper with the desire that it would change his death-like visage.
“Iaurdagnire.”
Her nose touched his large jawline; cold, but a flicker of warmth. He was real. Ravenflight nudged him gently again, the scent of his blood filling her nose once more, daring to bring her undone. He would not move. Her eyes remained wide, and she lowered her head to his once more, nudging him again out of desperation, Dags antlers gently rocking from the force before stilling once more.
Not a flicker. The doe stood back and her breaths became quicker as she began to pace around his body with a desire to stir him.
No. It could not end like this. It just could not.
She halted to the front of his body again, her tired staring attentively to his form. She edged closer again, raising a hoof to nudge him in his leg. How could a form so small dare wake such a large fortress?
”No. Iaurdagnire it cannot end like this.” Her voice rang with desperation and strength; she was almost pleading.
"A year cannot just pass and you return to us, DEAD." Her voice became raised.
"WHERE IS YOUR FIGHT, DAG?" she was practically yelling now, her tears threatening to break at any moment. Around her, the air suddenly changed, the fog seemed to thicken and her fur began to bristle. Ravenflight exhaled with anger and lowered her head to the ground, her small prongs ready. From the fog the creatures poured, their sulphuric scent filling her memory of a battle all those years ago. Teeth chattering and snarls scraping through the air, one by one they surrounded the hill ready to take his life and any who stood in their way. For moments, they stood there as the creatures amassed. In the quiet moments before the battle, she lowered her head and whispered into his ear, hoping somehow he would hear, hear words similar to ones
he had uttered to her long ago
”You will not die this day.
I will not let you.
There are memories to be made. Legends to be born.
The times unspoken of are the ones that leave the most lasting impression."
C….rrrr…aaaackkkkk.
The earth beneath them churned and at once the demons stormed the hill. Antler met flesh and snarl and scorn as deer from that endless forest battled wave after wave. Through the mists a doe who had lost it all tore across the forest floor, her horns lowered, slammed into demon after demon to define her own existence; at once her life had meaning again. Ravenflight, Gehirn, Ephire and others she had not yet known battled for hours and with each demon slain, Ravenflights anger and strength grew. In the distance, an angelic being raced towards the hill where a broken fortress lay, and began to gather powers to heal him.
Ravenflight broke from the fray as two demons followed her, snarling, chattering and lunging at her heels. Ravenflight screamed with anger and led them to the ruins; they had not forgotten the last time she had fought against them and with each strike, shreds of fur and flesh fell to the ground as if layers of an old self were being torn away. Feathers were torn from her head once more, leaving a tattered crown and broken quills. Blood dripped, sweat stung and when Ravenflight re-emerged from the ruins, two demon bodies were left broken and crumpled and turning to ash. This battle had become her everything, and it was on this day she would conquer.
There in the distance, a pair of mighty antlers rose.
It was finished.
/stays super tuned I love
I love these blogs of yours, so very atmosperic, lovely writing and pictures. And aw yeeaah badass ravey!
*runs through and puts a
Thanks you guys ;; Ah.
Ah. Finished.
It feels rushed, there was so much I wanted to say and because of the fast paced nature of the fight it was hard to make it all poetic and deepy like.
Ugh it feels so sloppy but meh. Im finished.
HERP DERP HAVE IMAGES. IM TIRED. WHEEE.
This was a cool thing to
Oooh, all the artistic
I love how even the victory
I fucking love your painting
The writing was of course amazing as expected, made me giggle a bit at Ravey yelling at him.
WHERE IS YOUR FIGHT, DAG
*slaps*
GET UP YOU PUSSY.
That last image is perfect. I would have loved it to just end like that, like a movie or something and then the whole game was just turned off. I didn't consider what would really happen in a live forest setting afterwards so it was a wee bit awkward. In hindsight I should have just had Dag stay on the hill and rest with everyone... but I panicked .n.
Gloriously done. The