[ This is a story about what happened to Iaurdagnire during a long period of disconnection with the forest. It is during this time he encounters the Fourth Season Spirit. ]
"Summer is when the sun sinks behind the mountains,
and the heat of day becomes that of night."
The sun vanished from here long ago, and the heat suffocates...
... Time doesn't seem to exist where The Giant now treads. The earth beneath his hooves is soft, manipulable, and if he looks closely he can see little turrets of haze seeping and climbing upwards from the cracks he carves.
Iaurdagnire does not know how he came to be here.
But he is sure that he must leave.
Hours turn to days... Weeks... Until all comprehension of time and place is lost.
He discovered that it is no use trying to find a way out; finding a way out is murder.
There are creatures here. Dark, skinny... brittle four-legged beasts with eyes that drill home that sense of utter hopelessness; isolation is a dangerous thing...
... It changes you.
At first he runs from them. From their open razors tickling his ankles, ravenous blades snapping at his hide. They create the most exquisite paper-cuts...
... And don't make a sound when they run.
They wouldn't make a sound when they killed, either...
But he never gives them that chance.
The Falcon turned against a hill's incline; a plummeting death arrow from above...
They bled.
And they died.
At first they died for his survival.
One... Two... Three...
For daily survival.
Four... Nine... Twelve...
... For the hunt.
Twenty-one....
Sought and KILLED.
Thirty-eight... Thirty-nine...
Their blood dried and fell in flakes from his antlers light as ashes, until the chance arose to paint them crimson once again.
The ground caught fire where they fell.
The smell of sulphur...
Isolation is dangerous.
He is the only one of his kind in this place.
They took his name away, the jewel between his crown - it must have been them.
They are all he knows now.
Killing them is all he knows.
Used to the dark.
Used to the silence.
Used to the heat.
Used to their death.
As days turned to months, the land blistered with his destruction.
And it is he who will ignite the Volcano...
D8 This was great but...oh
This was great but...oh Daggie :C
Oh. my. goodness.
-Slinks away- ;;
;_; But such an awesome
But such an awesome writing
My heart skipped a beat
Feeeeeeeck that was crazy-creepy.
Ogod Daaag. ;_;
o_______o *Faints* I don't
*Faints*
I don't have words o__o this sucked me in. Like a movie. Whoa.
Sir Dag.. ;_;
Oh my... ;; &hearts
So beautiful and haunting.
...Dag? ;_____; This was
;_____;
This was amazing.
Soooo amazing.
<3
Holy crap this is chilling...
-hides from Dag- ;_;
So haunting and beautiful..
Thanks guys... I'm sorry it's
Take care ~ ♥
Good lord, You left me
That image at the bottom is incredible. Like from a movie.
Dag.. ;; ♥
I hope to do the others in a
;-; Dag *clings*
Oh my... ♥ This is
This is amazing. And the picture is so frightening and unlike him♥
>: Daggers turned sharp.
Wonderful, as always~. Your art. Omnom
What has happened to him?
That picture is amazing. It looks like it came out of an animated film. He looks so evil, too, which, considering this is Dag, is a bit disconcerting. ._. What could possibly make him that way?
The writing is fantastic, too. It's intense. Of course your writing is always amazing.
daggg ;; fff ;; love that
fff ;;
love that image at the bottom though, gorgeous<3
Nnnn! I need words.
So amazinnngg. <3
-foams- this is so
-eats all of this-
-flail- O_O Awesome, though.
O_O
Awesome, though.
...whoa. Poor Dag! What´s
What´s happened to him, did I miss something? D=
Love your writing still, btw.
<3
omygodthisisawesomeMOOOORE
This is... creepy, yet
Oh my God.
I love creepy things.
...Daddy Dag? ;; This is
This is incredible, and the picture at the bottom definitely looks like it came out of a movie. It's amazing. Goodness, your art never ceases to amaze me~!! 8D &hearts
By Leuvr ♥
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