. r e i n c a r n a t i o n s .
By Nopje ♥

. h i s t o r y - i s - w r i t t e n .
My legs ached, my lungs burned. The snow fell silently on the ground, covering my tracks quickly, but not fast enough.
He chased. My mouth opened and air forced its way out of my throat, but no sound was made. My voice was gone- and he was after me. I ducked under a low-lying branch, attempting to hide from his sharp cloven hooves. He passed by me, racing after a mere guess of the direction I had gone. I felt the warm tears roll down my cheeks and burn in my wounds. It hurt.
Despite his wrath, he was still who he had always been. We were close as fawns- foolproof and adventurous. Now, let it be only luck that I had discovered this little hideaway the day before. I slid backwards towards the base of the bush, careful not to make too much noise or push any snow out. I huddled back there, shivering and aching from the cold and effort of the chase. I cried still, knowing that he wasn't going to stop. Knowing that he was going to find me sooner or later. Knowing that this could be the last time I take a breath.
I closed my eyes, trying to force the thought from my head. It came back, again and again, each time more vivid- no, more detailed- than the last. How he would do it. When. Where. Yet the same question always remained unanswered as I curled up in the cold air.
"Why, Baask? You're my brother... why?"