Abomination (Priest and Aegle's Battle)

VIOLENCE WARNING

My body quivered I lay there surveying the expanse of forest covered in pure white. It was so calm, perhaps to calm. I knew what was to come soon. I noticed Masque watching me from not to far away. I urged him to come over and lay beside me. He to knew what was going to take place here.

We lay there for what seemed to be eternity. The snow had gathered across my back, I was so cold. As if that was something new. Masque continually shook the snow off his own back and looked at me surprisingly when I did not, I was to lost in thought to care. I was not fearful, why would I be? I was doing this for someone I cared about, someone I loved. I was scared to make a mockery of him. They would taunt him saying, “Can’t fight your own battles, can you? So you send in a doe to do the dirty work?”. I guess in some aspects I was doing this for myself. That self conceited creature, who does he think he is calling not only me, but all does an abomination! I knew I could not win against him. I was merely a doe with small antlers and a frail body. He was a large stag; his jagged antlers sprawled out in several directions.

Suddenly the time had come. I got to my feet and looked over to Masque. He told me he would be there for me, if I wanted it to stop. I shook my head violently and muttered out “I-I-I would fight to the death.”. I ran off until I was in front of that foul monster. He was to honorable to make the first move. Ha! Honorable to what, your own selfish desires? I took no time in ripping a chunk of his flesh off. He seemed stunned by the force but suddenly I was thrown back. I realized what I had just gotten myself into.

This fighting continued for quite some time. He constantly taunted me, he laughed at every blow I threw at him. Anger swelled in my veins. If I had been stronger I would have killed him. I resorted to wearing his hideous pelt. I felt disgusted wearing it but I knew it would anger him. Emotions seemed to hurt him worse than physical pain. He looked at me, his face slowly contorted. He ran at me with all the force in his body. I fell to the ground and he raked my hide repeatedly with his large antlers. I cried out in pain. Tears began to fill my eyes and in the distance I saw Masque standing there. He was angry yet he did not stir. At this moment I truly wanted him to come save me though, I never would have asked him to do so.

I lay on the ground for so long before Amary appeared. She made some distance between the Priest and I. I took a moment to get to my feet before I attacked him again. I tried to push my hooves into his body but I was too weak. Amary stood on the side begging us to stop. I could see the tears streaming down her face though I never recall actually looking at her. The rest of the fight seemed to be a blur. I tried to get away from the menace but he always followed, until he finally stopped. I limped off into the Birch Forest and lay down breathing heavily. Masque soon caught up and he stared at my beaten body. I could not help but feel he was disappointed in my failure. All I remember from there was Masque standing over me, protecting me. I soon blacked out.

I accept my failure. I always have failed. But I swear I will challenge you again you stupid beast but this time not for Darkweaver but myself. I feel as if I have won emotionally. Your anger is so insane and in some ways you remind me of myself only lower. –small smirk- I hope the twin god’s feel you to be an abomination as well.

..He is the puppet master and I am the hypnotist.... He controls my body while I control his mind...