June 8, 2009 - 2:05am — Rutilus
Days grow longer in the days of summer, and nights shorter. Darkness is far less overwhelming. Sorrow is less common.
But recent times have pushed summer's regular habits away. The days are dark, the heavens weep, and Death hangs over the Forest like an ominous storm. Death has struck the Forest.
I wandered alone this dark day, rumours of murder ringing inside my mind along with the sorrowful and angered murmerings of the lost...And yet the Forest seemed less filled with spirits and souls today, as though something or someone had driven them out. I cannot sense nor see every spirit in the Forest - if I could, I'm sure I would have gone insane long before now. But still, the whispers were faint, the strength of their presence dulled. It was a blessing, but I was certain there would be consquences for the odd serenity that enveloped me.
I was not wrong. It seemed that while I had slept by my own grave, two friends of mine had encountered someone they never thought they'd meet.
My father, Rak Adrokus.
He'd made himself corporeal.
My mother, Laurel Adrokus, had done the same. However, both Silvery and Cirrus had met Rak - only Cirrus had spoken to my mother. Cirrus told me that Mother had fled after muttering something about my father. This is understandable - if Rak had come across my mother, I doubt he would have retained the sanity he has left.
Rak made my life similar to Hell once upon a time, but he had and still has his reasons for doing so. I destroyed almost every reason he had for living. I took her from him. And so he took his revenge for most of my life...But he was never a naturally cruel person. Truth be told, my father is reasonably friendly -- if slightly aggressive -- around anyone but myself, and my close friends. It pains me to know that I am the only one he would ever hurt.
I slept for longer than usual after Cirrus had fallen asleep, most likely due to the odd dream I had...
I was standing at the highest bank of the Pond, gazing down into the water. A reflection stared back at me, but it was not my own. No, the form that gazed up at me was a young fawn, with poppies on her head, and blank white eyes...
So this was her. The fawn. The dead fawn.
She rose up out of the water, landing beside me, water dripping from her fur. I shuddered and took a step back. Not a word said she, but simply walked forwards...And through me. A terrifying chill ran up my spine as she backed up, walking back through me, only to stare up wordlessly. So terribly cold...I was used to this, but...It still terrified me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered in a broken voice, but the fawn only nuzzled me. With a choked gasp of shock, I staggered backwards...But she looked mournful, lost. I could not leave her in such a state...I nuzzled her in return, ignoring how cold her body was.
She leapt into the Pond, and blood spattered onto my pelt as she splashed into the water.
I awoke with a start, my gaze searching for the orca-pelted doe that had been beside me what seemed like moments before...But Cirrus was gone.
I curled into a ball of black and white fur, shaking.
Thinking of my nightmare.
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...Yeah xD;;; Written from Lorak's point of view.
awww...*huggles
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Nelle Rovine
Oh wow. I'm sorry I hadn't
The visuals you created in
Thanks guys ^^; I was afraid
:3 You're very welcome, Mystress <3
And Baal, I don't write often anymore |D But I mightttt.
-- Dannii <3
You really should. I will
...cB <333 -tosses
-- Dannii <3
:hopes for chocolate chip:
wow~! You actually made me
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I'm a little wolf inside a girl.
Lightbringer-apprentice to Yorres
I can't believe I almost
The blood splatter was chilling. X3
Awwwww poor Lorak, so you
Cirrus: SORRYHATDTOPEE*mood ruiner shot*Cirrus: :c *nuzzle*
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DraakxMitra C:
-gives Lorak some love- I'm
I'm terribly sorry Dannii, I honestly missed this! I just found it on Mystress' blog. I love it, you write way better than me -sob- XDD But I don't envy you, I just adore your writing :3
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul