April 2, 2010 - 3:52am — Latte
The Darkness is coming...
But there is The Light.
The Darkness stands at one side of the grassy plain. His eyes are bleached white, put they are mottled with grey and with silver. They have a pearly white gleam, but not of beauty but of pure hatred and of pure evil. His pelt is as black as the night sky its self, which would make sense, he was the one who created it. Then each innocent soul flew up into the Darkness of the night and scattered across it, becoming stars. His antlers are hooked and are curved. They are like the many branches of a wide oak tree. String is tied to each of those branches, and on the ends of the string? Are skulls, the many skulls torn from the bodies of dead and dieing innocent deer that have been consumed by the night.
The Darkness flicks his tail and tosses his great heavy head. His eyes are fixed on the opponent.
Who dares to stop him from murder?
The Darkness did not want to become this beast..
He had no choice.
Hatred consumed him, ate his heart and his soul. Blinded his mind with shadows and whispered him to kill.
The hatred consumed many, and now they are his slave.
The Light stands at the other end of the grassy plain. His brilliant white fur shines with magic of purity. He is the hope, he is a candle in The Darkness. The Protector. His deer face, so handsome and bold is frowning, with concentration and determination. His eyes are like fire, fire that can defeat anything in it's path. But fire will not help, it is a battle of souls and not of strength.
His pelt is like a mirror, reflecting the love, reflecting the joy and happiness. His antlers curl around the top of his head, they seem to be sheilding that Halo baring ones name.
The antlers are white like his fur and curled around those antlers are vines, they comfort him. On each vine blooms a beautiful white flower, their petals reach to the sun. The pollen gleams like a star it symbolises the souls of deer of purity.
The Light is the only thing protecting the forest...
If he should fail.
Who knows what will become of the forest.
Hatred can spread like wildfire, but fire against fire may be the only way to stop it.
The Light and The Darkness bow their heads and they charge.
Their hooves thud against the turf, it shakes the Earth, it rattles the bones of the deer.
Then they meet, rearing up on their back hooves , two warriors.
Good and Evil
Yin and Yang
Their antlers crash in the air, it creates thunder, the thunder echoes into the hearts and minds of the deer.
They strike with hooves , but this will not help for their strength is equal.
They twist and turn and writhe.
There is only one way...
They way which every creature fears...
The Darkness and The Light part for a split second, then dive for eachother's throats.
Their antlers meet flesh at the same time. They fall to their knees, blood splattered across their once glorious pelts. Their breathing becoming slower, limbs weaker and bodies frailer. Death creeps up, their master.
Light has to eventually fade into Darkness but then Darkness itself ,with no Light can be no more.
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It shows an interesting side.