>>There will be blood shed and violence to follow. If this offends you, do not read. You have been warned.
>>This
was somewhat shortened from the actual fight to make it flow better and
easier to read. I'll just say you should have been there. It was
awesome.
My mind wandered as
my hooves roamed, leading me ever deeper into the rain that spattered
around me. Somehow, the light drizzle, flowing down over my face drew
me back. Back to her...
I pounded the memories back into the
abyss. I would not let thoughts of Her drag me back writhing in agony
in the mud. Like a lowly serpent. No. Not again. She had betrayed me,
tricked me. Drew me into her game, leading me to horrors unspeakable.
HER fault!
I turn, whip fast slamming antlers into the hard,
unyielding flesh of a tree. Grinding my skull into it's bark, grinding
her out of my head! With a pale spattering of the tree's own blood, I
tear myself free. I will have no more of this!
My hooves slam
angrily into the earth, but I do not run. Not this time. My anger had
led me to the little beast before. I would control myself this time. No
more mistakes. I could not risk them. Already I fear I have ruined it
all.
My hoof lashes out at an unlucky toad, smashing it into the
earth. The doe. I had nearly forgotten her. I can not blame myself.
Only a moment's time had she been visible to me, my mind so clouded by
the rage.
Shakily the breath leaves my body. I have to find her.
Make certain that she had seen nothing. No more than an irritable stag
chasing an annoying pest. The ice crackling deep in my chest told me
otherwise.
A sound. That sound. The delicate taps of little
hooves. My spine crawls, the ice filling my chest had found it's way to
wrap glassy tendrils about my spine. I spun, mud slashing a bladed arc
through the rain.
The ice is everywhere.
My eyes, surely they betray me? Surely...
Slowly,
the uncertainty of what could possibly be before me lending lead to my
hooves, I step before her. Those eyes... My breath comes faster now,
surpassing the fevered pounding of my heart. It can not be!
She
turns, the small, soft body, that had only a short time before lain
torn and red, so red...running away from me. Running to...
It is over. I know that, but I can not accept it.
The
doe. The beautiful, terrible little beast, she is running to the doe.
My heart races ever faster, blood thrumming in my head, pounding! She
is not alone, there is another. I can't...I can't fight them both!
But the doe!
I
must...I must calm myself. It is only a trick. A play of the shadows in
this damnable rain. Surely the fawn is not there. She can not be. Not
after...not after what I had done.
I walk, slowly, uncertainly
towards them. Hope filling me, failing me. The doe, she knows what I
have done. I see it as she cowers back. The lines of her body, the drop
of her head, it all shows. I am caught and there is nothing I can do.
Nothing.
But my legs, they refuse to believe what my mind is
screaming at me. RUN! I continue forward, into the dragon's lair. RUN!
I do not.
The other, a stag, young but holding the form of one
world weary and strong. He is stepping before the doe, the fawn. They
are gone from my view and there is only him. I do not wish for a
battle. I know I will not win. Not against them both. But the fawn...
I
turn, moving around them even as they turned to follow me. They knew my
intentions and would have none of it. They do not understand. I do not
want them.
The fawn.
She is moving among them, almost
oblivious of their presence. She looks at me, the ice...my chest, it is
burning. I only want her to leave, to leave me alone. She is dead. Can
she not see that?
I move closer, the stag moves. I run, tearing
across the earth a frightened fawn of my own creation. No hoof beats
follow me so I slow, letting my hooves guide me, turn me back to them.
The fawn, she is following me. I lash out, hooves striking out. Only
crystalline scatters of liquid are torn in their path.
She was
there...I had seen her! A thunder of hooves rumbles through the growing
curtain of liquid mist. I knew then. They could see her. It was over.
It was all her fault the little monster! I will send her where she
belongs once and for all!
A lurch of weary muscle flung me
wildly up the hill from which I had taken shelter. I would stop her! My
timing proved my undoing. The stag was there, rearing to meet me,
hooves flashing through the silvered rain. Body frozen I could only
watch as my failure claimed the last of my freedom. There was no choice
now.
A flash, a burn as hooves gouged my shoulders. I could only
lower my antlers to his assault, enjoy the exhilarating feel of his
weight striking him against them. The pleasure did not last long. He
was quickly away and back, lashing out.
My blood boiled. It
would not end like this! My own hooves, once used in the murder of the
very fawn who had placed me here, lashed out, striking at his hide only
to find he was faster than I. Pain, sudden, sharp. I had known agony
far greater than the spear of his hooves. I would not be chased away so
easily.
Turning I went for his flank, foolishly leaving my own
open to his assault. Knives, twice bladed tore my flesh, sent my life's
blood spilling from me. I run, but I am no coward. I round the hill
again, sodden earth cast violently from my hooves.
The doe.
I
rear, lashing hooves at her face. I blame her now, for everything. The
stag will take no such insult from me. Another spatter of my blood
running pink in the sky's tears. I cast my head to the very earth my
blood now painted, hooves churning grass to mud I charge. The impact is
nothing like the soft, frail body of the fawn. I almost fear I have
broken my own wretched neck on his hide, but I am here now and if this
is to be the final wound I deal him, it will be great. I wrench my head
upwards and it is no longer only my blood that falls spattering with
the rain.
We turn, we charge. The meaty sounds of antlers
tearing through agonized flesh, the sharp cracks and hollow thumps of
hooves raking bone and hide. For a moment the world is a stage and rain
the silvery curtain falling over our violent play.
Again I am
cast back, had my own hide not already held the hue of red I fear it
would have been stained with it this day. But we are not done, this
game is not finished. Again we charge and the fawn... She stands
between us. Her presence will not hold me back. I strike, my hooves
fall on air and antlers pierce my shoulder, my neck. I can take no more.
I
tear myself from the spears of his rage, lashing out at the doe before
running, stumbling helplessly across mud slicked earth. I can hear him
following, not yet done with me, but I do not look back. I am done with
this. Let them tell who they will. My fear is great that I will not
make the night.
The hooves are silent, only the heavy thrumming
of the rain fills my ears. And a sound. One I shall never forget. She
is out there. In the rain, the mist and she is following me. I cannot
run any longer. I want only to sleep, to lay in cooler waters and sleep.
Ahead
I can see the waterfalls. Sanctuary, but still she follows. I stumble,
falling into the water. She is there. I can only gaze at her, my
sorrow, may pain nothing to match the beauty in those eyes. I fear I
will never escape her.
I slip and fall my unsteady way out of
the stream to stand, quivering, before her. How can she look at me with
such gentleness? My head falls in shame and sorrow. She will not go for
she knows that I need her. I will always need her. A gentle brush, I
startle. She nuzzles her face against me. My blood does not stain her.
I know now.
I am forgiven.
>>>I again do not condone any sort of violence and I apologize if this upsets anyone.
