January 16, 2010 - 9:34pm — Tolvia
" Dont you just love when things go wrong? When you're out with your mother, your best friend, your lover, out in the field. And then there's the crows... they fly from the forest screaming a word that could relate to another, 'man'. You know the cry im talking about? That cry, that high pitched shriek of terror from a single crow, that symphony of agonising pain from tens of woodland animals as they become swallowed by a dark hole that throws them into another world, a world were all is happy and colourful.
But, when the little creatures arrive in that world, they do not rejoice. Nor do they jump for joy! Instead they sit and hang their pretty little heads. They hang their heads and weep, because they failed. They failed to do what their mothers told them before the mother died. They failed to live, failed to reproduce, failed to help the next generation.
Because when that piercing scream made by hundreds of crows rattles throughout the forest, you do not stand and listen. No, you turn tail and run. Because, once the crows have called, there is yet another warning that you would have heard as you ran... a bark. A yipe. A yelp. A howl. A snarl. Those that come from canines, come from 'mans best friend', the dogs. Even the wolves dare not challenge these beasts. Beasts bred to destory even the largest and strongest of creatures, bears, moose, elk. All of these were fair game for them.
Out in the field you were shocked to find that a wolf had turned on one of its own. You were suprised as it sunk its fangs into the others hindleg and twisted, a sickening snap echoing through the grassblades. The larger wolf ran forward, the other left on the floor, screaming in agonising pain. Then you learned what the larger wolfs' idea was. The dogs burst from the thicket, and ran for the wolf that was screaming so loudly, that it hurt.
No.
That wasnt fair.
Then again, now the wolf had a broken leg... it wasnt likely that it would make it in the wild, now was it?
You looked away, getting ready to run to save your own skin, then heard shrieks of pain, defiance, hurt. You glanced at the scene, dogs tearing the wolf into ribbons, mauling the poor canines body and throwing different limbs in all direction. The dogs howled their victory and then turned on you. You turn and ran, your legs kicking out in all directions as you desperately raced through the open meadow with tens of other deer. "Why me? Why me?" You would think as they snapped at your ankles, forcing you to run faster.
As you reached the forest, you proceeded to run faster and didnt think to slow down. You looked up, the great stag roared his fury, alerting the once 'safe' deer to flee further into the forest. Soon there was only one sound you were paying attention to. The thunder of hooves against solid ground. As you ran, you saw many slip and become trampled. Killed by their own kind, their own blood, their own friends. This was what fear did to animals, wasnt it? Turned them against eachother.
You saw a fawn, an albino fawn, lost and confused. Crying for its mother. A desire kicked in, you ran to the fawn and slammed into it, rearing into your hind legs. The fawn cried in fear! and you nudged it up, forcing it to run with you, run from the dogs that were now in the stampeed, part of it, the cause of it. You didnt notice one of the beasts catch up to your side and leap. You ducked and roared to the fawn, told it to run faster. You kept running. You kept telling that fawn to keep up. It wasnt it's fault, the poor child was tired out. You guided the fawn with your body, pushing it into a denser part of the forest and down a ditch that was covered in thick bushes with needles protruding from all sides.
Your fur was well adapted to keep the thawns and needles from piercing your skin, though that didnt mean your hooves were protected. As you showed the fawn the way in, your hooves gained three or four of those little thawns and the fawn wept as it too gained a few passangers.
"Your name?" You asked it. "I-i have none, ma'am... My mother... S-she left for food..." Could this fawns mother have been the owner of a doe's leg you'd found as you ran in? could she be the owner of a single bright yellow eyeball that stared at you as you ran by? "No name? Tell me, little fawn, what are you?" It was hard to tell, with fawns. "M-male, ma'am.." Hah! the little boy called you ma'am. The poor child was alone and lost, you took him in, didnt you? You made sure he was safe. But the dogs found you.
They found you.
They followed the blood that seeped from your unprotected skin.
They found you.
You reared and lashed out at the dogs, you killed one or two. Couldn't tell, could you? They all moved so fast. But then one jumped and managed to clamp its jaws around your throat. Managed to tear the vein of life, managed to make you scream "Run!" And that fawn did run, that little boy did run, he turned and darted up the hill. You didnt see him look back... You didnt see me look back, did you? You didnt see me look back and weep at the sight of your decapitated body, your blood creating large puddles on the floor..."
The stag looked down at his two fawns, looking into their horrified eyes, and smiled. He looked into those big, icey blue eyes, and smiled. Why did he smile? Had he not just told of his past? I looked up, watching that big albino stag with his tear stained face, smile at our fawns.
"That is how I got so afraid of man... so afraid of wolves and dogs... so afraid of that thicket that you two do so love to play in."
I stood up and nudged the fawns, making them stand. "Bed time." The fawns said not one word as I guided them to their usual sleeping spot, in the giant oak. They uttered their little 'good night, mother' and 'i love you''s and then dropped off to sleep.
I smiled, watching my babies sleep; They looked like dolls. Like part of the still life in the forest. Like they belonged. I turned and lay back down with my stag, watching his yellow eyes stare into nothing but seeing something. A tear refresed the old path marked by many other tears of its kind, running down my stags neck and down his chest.
"You were brave..." I told him. He shook his head and we both lay our heads on the floor, next to eachothers bodies, and fell asleep.
[ I'VE NO IDEA WHY I WROTE THIS 'K. 8| I matured it 'n everything |D Kinda lost the muse half way then picked it up again the lost it... sorta. LOL. I DUNNO WHAT SOME OF THE WORDS THAT I USED MEAN 8| If something doesnt make sense, tell me? |D ]
Amazing story.