[=10]William was only 28 years old. He should have been living life to the full; he dreamed of making friends, getting married, having a family...But no. Fate had decided that he would not have any of these things.
Six years ago, William had come across a house atop an isolated hill. The village was at the bottom, but a little further away. It was a small area. The house on top of the hill was beautiful; most of the walls were covered with glass windows. Inside, the furniture was very Victorian-style, and the house itself had two floors and an attic. A livingroom, a diningroom, a kitchen, two bedrooms, a study/library, and two bathrooms.
Inside this beautiful house, he'd found a girl. She'd been crouched in the livingroom, hiding behind the sofa in fear. There was a piece of crumpled paper at the front door. To whomever may find this,
We leave our daughter here, in the hopes that someone else can care for her. She does not have a name. Please take care of her.
He had been shocked and appalled. How, how could someone leave their child alone in an unknown place?
Nonetheless, William did as the girl's parents had asked. He took care of their daughter. She could only have been three or four years old. He'd quickly come to know that she threw severe tantrums, had rapid moodswings, and had difficulty understanding emotions and communicating. But he also discovered she was very intelligent, and he schooled her himself, even if it meant staying up ridiculously late into the night - he already had a job at the local school, teaching children from six years old to around twelve. It was lucky he had experience with children; dealing with the girl in the glass house was taxing, and at first he'd found it almost impossible.
But eventually, they'd grown close. He could comfort her when she was at her lowest and her worst, would hold her to him until she silenced. He'd read to her, even sing to her if that was what it took.
[=10]Written from Lorak's point of view. He sits by a sick fawn...
I sit by her, curled around the frail body that refuses to stop shivering. Her friend, whom I believe is named Elle, has left, leaving myself and this youngster alone. I can hear the wind, but there are whispers mixed with it that do not belong solely to nature.
I can feel it coming for her...
Blood sprays from her mouth as she coughs and hacks, tears filling her eyes.
"What's h-happening, mister!? What's the red stuff!?" Her voice is panicked, high-pitched. My own voice is shaking as I respond.
"It's...it's blood. It's...it's from your heart....Your name's Faeylah, isn't it?" She nods, then speaks again.
"What's that?"
"It's...something very special. It's the Gods' way of telling you they love you, and that...you're special, too..."
"I-I'm special?" She coughs again, then sniffles sadly. "Why?"
"Everyone's special, little one. But you...you're more special than the others. Th-the Gods have...a special journey that you need to take...quite soon, I believe..."
Faelyn's face is panicked as she stares at me, watery eyes into orange. Tears fill my own orbs. "Are they going t-to take me away? I-I d-don't want to leave!"
I explain to her that noone ever does...We talk more, things that I will not reveal here to anyone's eyes and ears...
She asks if she can talk to Elle, Teacup, and Nine...
I explain that I can tell them what she wants to say.
The poor fawn...It's too early. She doesn't deserve the pain, or the gentle lies that I have to feed her, though most of it is true. It seems to help, the way I word things. I pray that she won't hate me after it happens...
"Will you look after me?"
"...Of course."
I'll do my best for her. I'll lead her.
Take care of her.
"We will become exinct," The king's cracked voice was solemn as he looked around the temple, in every nook and cranny of which there sat or stood one of his followers. Large eyes were fixed on the three royals; the king, the queen, and their young daughter. "We will wither and die..."
The king's silver eyes fell on a pale-skinned form near the back of the crowd. "And to prevent that from happening, we need one of our own kind to visit this...extraordinary planet that the humans call Earth. We need someone to stay hidden there and provide us with vital information that the humans will undoubtedly have. Information about the worlds that surround us. The stars. Galaxies." There was a murmer among the crowd. "We cannot remain on this planet forever. It is, after thousands of ages, dying. The star that gave us warmth will fade soon - not in our lifetimes, but in the lifetimes of our descendants. We will freeze to death. Our enemies, the scuttling creatures that live beneath our feet, will pick us off one by one. We need one of us, just one, to travel to Earth, to live there, and one day we will join them. The shuttle required for this immense journey is already waiting and ready to lift off..."
A shout from the crowd. "When?"
"Nightfall."
The room was silent aside from his breathing, deep but quiet. His chest rose and fell evenly, blue eyes with their odd pupils staring up at the white sheet that hung over the bed's frame and fell in silky curtains on either side. Eventually Jareth sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He looked out of the window - the wooden shutters were open since it was only late afternoon. It was foolish of him to keep them open; seeing the outside world only tempted him to join it, to spread his white wings and fly out to find her...
But that, too, would be foolish. Her letter...If you find a heart, come around sometime. If he found a heart? Her choice of words seemed to be poor - Jareth had found a heart. He'd found it, and gained nothing. Nothing but sorrow. That was all he'd ever really gotten from her, wasn't it? Sorrow? But what about the times they'd laughed? When they'd talked? Joked together, even if it had been rare?
What about the times they'd--
"No." He repeated the word. "No." Those kisses had meant nothing.
Nothing to her, at least. Oh how she'd drawn him to her! Lured him in, tricked him, without his noticing - until it was too late, and he'd fallen. With broken wings. He remembered the time they'd last met. She'd ended it, and he had spoken...But why hadn't he told her that she mattered? That, in a way, he needed her?
That he loved her?
The answer to the last question was there - it would do no good. She knew he loved her. And still she was harsh, and cruel. Cruel. He was more fragile than she thought, it seemed.
FULL NAME Lorak Adrokus KNOWN AS Lorak, Mr Lorak, Lor, L TITLE Soul Shifter, Soul Wisher PICTOGRAML
GENDER Male; stag ORIENTATION Hetereosexual AGE Adult; around 23 in human years. Stuck back at 21 every time he dies. DATE OF BIRTH 29th April STARSIGN Taurus
Lorak's pelt is black at the top half, with a white underside and legs. He has black hooves, and wears a black Orca mask. His antlers are black at the beginning, but the shade fades to a pale silver the closer it gets to the key-shaped part. Lorak has short fur, which is quite thin and occassionally ragged. He's slightly muscular, but often neglects his body and this causes him to appear thin and unhealthy at times.
[=10]So I was just thinking about stuff xD And I started thinking about how my deer would die, and decided to write it out here c8 This is simply imaginings, not really happening 8U And they aren't in order of death or anything like that; they're more 'preferred death scenes' I guess xD
Taliene : Deer
The morning's early rays of light filtered through the leaves, a large ray cast down onto a patch of golden grass. In this sunbeam there lay a doe; her pelt a faded brown colour, a once-pretty human face revealed by the removal of the mask she'd worn for so long. Her eyes were hazel in colour, but devoid of the clear brightness they'd once had. There were four deer crowded around her; her long-term mate, Gehirn; her adoptive son, Yori; her brother, Rutilus, and two close friends; Seele, and Oz. There was a small smile on Taliene's face as she moved her head closer to Gehirn's chest. The stag, his black pelt now a dark grey, was curled protectively around her, his red eyes gazing down at her with a terrible sadness. Yori had aged quite a bit, but his face was still young. He watched the doe that had been his mother for as long as he could remember with a broken expression, eyes wide and disbelieving. Rutilus, older than his sister, worn and tired, looked as though he was losing a part of his heart. He was. Oz, who had not known Taliene for as long as the others had, had his eyes closed, a mournful and pained grimace on his handsome face. The dark brown stag, Seele, blind and shaking, had tears streaming down his aged face. The entire scene was heartbreaking to watch. Their tears glistened as the sun rose higher in the sky, brightening the horizon.
"No tears," Taliene's voice was barely a whisper. "You're still alive..." Gehirn lowered his head to rest beside hers, his tears hidden from view by her fur.
"Taliene...Oh, love..." He choked out, forcing himself not to break down.
"No matter where you are.
No matter what you're doing.
I'll tear you apart.
I'll haunt you...
...Forever."
The words rang in Lorak's ears as he woke up, sweating, orange eyes staring at the gravestone infront of him. Panting, the beluga-pelted stag stood up, shaking his head a little, his key antlers swinging dangerously close to the other stones.
A shocked yell tore from his throat at he stared at the stag infront of him. Completely black pelt. No mask. Kirin antlers. Cruel, green eyes.
Rak Adrokus.
"Remember what I told you."
And he was gone.
--
Rak stood before the gravestone of his only son, a dark look on his somewhat handsome face. This was the grave of a killer.
A killer who was still alive.
And Rak himself was also a killer.
The world was a complicated place.
He glared at the stone for a long, long time.
And tears slid down his face.
And blood slid down his throat.
YES. Shortest thing I ever done 8U Also, lets PRETEND Rak has completely black fur in that screenshot. kthanxbai. Anywaaay I wanted to get this out so here you are |U 8am failures ftw.
