As darkness kissed the trees, a stag stood wary over the body of a silent, dead and eerie dam.
He leaned down slightly, the dying light reflecting strangely off of his waxy skull, sinking deep into the holes along the top of his snout and shadowing his eyes, which were a beautifully alluring blue-grey, more grey at this present time, caused by the sinking sun. Vipin’s body, too, was caressed by orange and yellow and even a stab of violet-red, settling into his muscles and ram-like horns. The body before him seemed faint in his shadow, but then glowed as he settled himself before it, by the skin flaking from her cheeks, by her sunken, alienistic black eyes. There was a whistling pause as the wind, too, arrived, winding around the two figures, bugling in its whispering tone at the beings that had invaded in slight contempt.
Vipin paused momentarily, surveying his mother with what looked like pure blank understanding; not sadness or fury or confusion, but a knowing that she was dead and that his sister had slaughtered her before their very eyes and that Azalea had cooed her into it and that she had wanted to die at the horns of a tearful and fearful daughter.
“I’m very sorry,” he said to Azalea, staring ahead at nothing but the birch trees, appearing to look for deer by their lonesomes. Most deer who sighted him speaking with a corpse would most certainly not bother to come over but would, instead, flee in immediate shock. Azalea’s body did have a putrid smell, one of burning flesh [which was odd, considering she had died from a stab wound] laced with roses, after two weeks of soullessly lying and decaying and being attacked by crows.
One of her huge eyes had been pecked out.
“I feel odd, talking with you now,” the stag said, blinking thrice before squinting his deep eyes at the setted sun. He then regained his focus and turned his attention to the ravens stalking about around him, cawing and gawking at him with their sharp and dangerous and unnerving eyes. They were purely black against the trees, shining. My father is called The Viper and The Raven. The Blood Raven. I see why…hm…
“It’s funny to think that I used to pretend you were with me and I would talk to you,” the stag admitted to the corpse, which rustled in response. “I used to tell you about my day and I would always wait for a response, maybe even a praise…but you never spoke back.” One of the ravens cackled from behind Vipin, and he bristled, turning to glare at it; the bird promptly squawked and ogled back at him, laughing and flapping. The stag turned away.
“Never spoke back and never will…it’s odd to think that you died at the horns of your little girl.”
Even in his mind he saw Aspen Chandler cringe and silver tears form in the corners of her eyes. She turned her back to him and silently wept, blood engulfing the tip of her right antler. There were shadowy shapes in the background; a golden stag; a little peacock doe; a feathered cocoa girl; a proud yellow adolescent; a little blue boy; a white and black ram male…it went on until the thought made his heart hurt, making his mind throb and ache. Azalea’s body seemed to tremble and chuckle. The scent of flames and flowers reached Vipin’s snout.
“Get out of my head,” he whispered.
The darkness, swarmed in the back of his mind, gave a snarl and receded, floating and twisting before his eyes. Azalea’s one eye stared at Vipin, black and blue and red and ageless.
“You know, a lot of deer in this Forest have depressing pasts; some even use it to befriend others. I was never like that…I never knew about you or Him and I still have no idea who you are. You were from Russia, you were British, you loved azaleas, your parents adored you so much…you fell in love with a creature…” The darkness lessened slightly and turned more mild, the snarl turning into a low rumble. “…you had two twins who you fought for immediately, your second mate was killed…Azalea, what was his name?”
The shadows seemed to gasp slightly at Vipin’s question. No one knew anything about Azalea’s second mate—her consort—her best friend. He had been a Spanish peacock male, stabbed straight through his skull, dead before he hit the ground…the father of his half-sister Xylia, who was gracious and beautiful and kindly and a mother to all wanderers and strays. Who could possibly…?
Swelling slightly, the darkness smiled.
His name was… and it hesitated. It feinted.
I called him...
“I don’t want to know what you called him, mother.” But as soon as he had spoke he stopped dead and stared over at Azalea’s one eye. It rolled back to avoid his blue gaze. “His name wasn’t…no…”
His name was Vipin.
I called him Chance. He was my chance…
"...Chanse."
“How odd,” Vipin said, and fell asleep next to a dead mother and a dead sun.
My heart is pounding.
The music, the writing...holy cornfield. ;A; <333 I love your writing so much, Sarie, I can't even put it into words D> You've no idea how envious I am, how much I wish I could write the way you do :c -snuggle- dhfdjghdfjg.
Pega pegs c: yep, kind of "out there". you comment on so much of my work, thank you. <3
Kaka! Kaooriiii ;_; awee that's adorable, thank you...it's nice to see people reading.
Dannii! don't have a heart attack -SLAP- holy cornfield bahah I think I'll have to use that one xDD fffffuuuu I'm not that good, in all honesty; not even begging for praise here. B: all writing is amazing in a way, mine is just more morbid and I like to make people think. I adore your writing as well; it's so beautiful, just like you <3 -snugs-
RAKUDUCK hi <3 dsjadhjfdsf I'm glad I'm making people curious, I kind of have no idea what I did myself lol ;_; Azalea's "soul" is going to stic around for a bit because the Gods won't allow her with them...hmm...
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i read even if i don't comment..
My heart is pounding. The
The music, the writing...holy cornfield. ;A; <333 I love your writing so much, Sarie, I can't even put it into words D> You've no idea how envious I am, how much I wish I could write the way you do :c -snuggle- dhfdjghdfjg.
Can't. Stop. Staring. K. Thx.
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Seriously man, you know how to make me curious D| AUUUUUUUUUH SARIE ILU K? k.
Pega pegs c: yep, kind of
Kaka! Kaooriiii ;_; awee that's adorable, thank you...it's nice to see people reading.
Dannii! don't have a heart attack -SLAP- holy cornfield bahah I think I'll have to use that one xDD fffffuuuu I'm not that good, in all honesty; not even begging for praise here. B: all writing is amazing in a way, mine is just more morbid and I like to make people think. I adore your writing as well; it's so beautiful, just like you <3 -snugs-
RAKUDUCK hi <3 dsjadhjfdsf I'm glad I'm making people curious, I kind of have no idea what I did myself lol ;_; Azalea's "soul" is going to stic around for a bit because the Gods won't allow her with them...hmm...