He didn't see it coming. How could he have?
Lord Alastair was one of his few friends. He was quiet, reserved, and never raised a point to another being. At least, that is what Finata once believed.
It seems cliche, but it was indeed a dark and stormy night. The rain had been pouring for some time and the bleak moonless sky offered no protection or peace of mind. Finata slipped through the damp underbrush and kept his head low to the ground. The soft illumination from his candle stubs gave him some light and he lifted his head when he heard it. Alastair. He was calling for him.
The young stag tromped down the hill and clumsily climbed across the crumbling ruins. He could see his friend in the distance and gave a few final pushes to reach him.
It was immediate that something was wrong.
Alastair was in a defensive stance and multiple deer were attacking from all sides. He recognized the stag Reed that had once chased him down as a fawn and attempted to fight him. A secretary pelted deer he did not recognize was in the scuffle a long with a terrifying beast. It seemed to be constructed out of metal and it's teeth were latched around the throat of his elder friend. Finata bleated weakly and dove for the fight, trying to break it up and stop his friend from behind slaughtered. He dove in and out of the stampeding legs, the thrashing claws, and the noise. Gods..the noise. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Everyone was screaming. Everything was screaming and a dull roar was starting in his head.
she bent down and bit into his neck. He sprung up and brought hooves crashing down on ribs. He started to pant heavily and backed away. No. They weren't there? Were they? Where what he..what was going on...why was everyone always fighting? He stumbled deliriously and tried to clear the bright lights shining in his face. No..it was only...The Cat Beast and Alastair..he thought. wait no.
what if..He turned his head down to dodge a point and his side split open to reveal the wounds he thought had healed. Bare bones shown out and there was laughter. He flashed his eyes upwards into yellow gleaming eyes and frozen smiles before he also shrieked and ran from the area.
He bumped into the side of a stag and glanced up fearfully. Lust..Envy? No..Rakkaus. He slipped under the belly of the older stag and quivered. It was all too much. Alastair..he was just as violent as those others. Would he turn those points on him and kill him him while he sleep later? Was he one of the malicious deer? He panted heavily and examined his side. Nothing..just pale scars. Back there..he swore..what was going on? Why wasn't anything making sense?
The runt had no more time to contemplate this as when he looked up another from his nightmares was approaching. Reed. He lowered his body posture and cowered before he took off into the underbrush. It wasn't safe with anyone any more...and Kalpita...she was gone.
Alastair had tried to approach him after that. He shoved the elder away and screamed. It was at Alastair. It was at the cat beast. It was at Reed. It was at those that hurt him in the past, those that wanted to hurt him in the future, and those that continued to torment him even now. He lowered his points towards the lord he once respected and looked up to, let out a hellish scream, and turned his back for what might be the final time.
__________________________________________________________________________________ Little Finata has pretty much lost it at this point.
As of 2/21/10 His adult set is:
Zombie Pelt/candles/crying idol mask
As of 2/21/10 his personality is:
Quick to panic attacks and fearful of his former friends. He is unwilling to approach Lord Alastair due to the witnessed violence. He is terrified of the Cat beast and Reed. He is starting to come undone and fears that Kalpita has abandoned him. He is quick to fight deer he knows are evil or aggressive now, even if unprovoked. He is having nightmares and hallucinations, even when he is not sleeping.
He is starting to see the dark deer with cat's eyes.
He can barely see or hear Kalpita.
He is fairly lethargic in forest.
Poor Finata....
This was another wonderful story... I like your writing style, you manage to pass the emotions in the story to the reader very well. I´m still curious of the "cat creature", I need to keep my eyes open for more of these. =)
"I will not appologize for my
Poor Finata!!!! T-T Beautifully written.
Kal would never abandon him!
Poor Finata.... This was
This was another wonderful story... I like your writing style, you manage to pass the emotions in the story to the reader very well. I´m still curious of the "cat creature", I need to keep my eyes open for more of these. =)
Aw, poor little Finata!
Lovely writing as always though!
Little love.
Poor guy.
Loved it. (: