Some violence is before you. If you do not particularly like fawn assault, I suggest that you do not read. You have been warned.
I
lay upon cool grass, glittering droplets raining over my fur slowly
soaking through to chill unwilling flesh. I am not concerned. My mind
is wandering, questioning the events of the day before.
Had I
really done such a silly, shameful thing? Played and hopped about like
a fool all because of one little fawn. She was nothing. Merely a
trickster out to lead me from what must be done. I would have no more
of it! The thought did little to improve my mood. The little minx was
clever. I would be ready for her tricks next time. She would not lead
me into another of her distracting games.
A sigh trickles
through my lips. I would fail again. I know it. I do not want this
life. With an angry snort I lurch unsteadily to my hooves. Their sharp
edges gouging deeply into the cold flesh of the world beneath. I did
not care. Anger seared through me, burning ever hotter with each
passing moment.
Something had to happen. Someone had to hurt. I
slammed my hoof downwards, striking the unresisting ground beneath me.
The torn tendrils or grassy flesh did little to assuage my growing
rage. A black void edged in flame dragging itself through my head,
screaming for every inch.
Rearing I tore off across the ground.
Where I ran I did not know but I held the smallest shard of pity for
any who crossed my path. A shard that speared me through the heart in
time with the pounding tempo of my hooves.
Trees blurred past in
the mist, my body barely avoiding a collision that I could only hope
would break my wretched neck. Faster and faster until... I stopped,
hooves sliding, slicing wounds in the earth before finally stopping my
barreling form.
There, only paces before me... one of the
darling demons of my soul. A fawn, so frail, so perfect. My breath left
me in a maddening rush. I could not believe what was there,
unquestionably there before me. Almost on cue, it came rushing up from
the deepest depths of my mind, where it had hidden so patiently to send
the agony ripping through me. Though standing, my body a statue of
disbelief, the pain cast me nearly to my knees. Gasping, trembling I
threw my head from left to right and though red began to cloud my
vision I knew then that I would succeed. I would end my misery.
Oh
little creature, little light of life, you know not what you will do
for me. I cannot burden myself with sorrow for your fate for I can
stand this misery no longer.
Legs quivering, I rose. Slow steps
drew me forward and my strength grew, casting the trembles of agony
from my limbs as the knowledge of what would be the end of this torture
cleared the last stings of red from my gaze.
You little one, you will be my salvation.
My
steps grew ever closer, the soft earth for once aiding me, muffling the
heavy finality of each hoof fall. But she knew. The delicate creature
rose, twig thin legs barely holding the round little fluff of her body.
She turned to me and I froze. The dewy pools of her eyes held my gaze,
turned me to stone. She knew.
The realization that I was not
there to play, to protect, to comfort flooded those glimmering orbs and
she cowered before me though I had yet to take another step. Had it
been so obvious all this time? To all of them? It couldn't have been.
It was only her. I could not let her live.
A ripple of muscle
cast me forward, lunging for blood, she lept. Such tiny legs shouldn't
lend such speed, but speed she had, Turning, frantically leaping, she
would escape me. I could not let that happen. She would tell them all!
I would never be free!
My hooves, so sharp, so deadly, lashed
out, striking that tiny creature. Sending her tumbling to the dark
earth. I struck again, my hooves serpent fast. But she was quick, oh
she was so quick. Scrambling, bleating in terror she tore herself from
the earth that would have been her grave and ran. I bounded close on
her heels.
She was fast, I was faster. With a terrified bleat
she darted quickly to the side, using my size against me as I slid
past. The leaden weight of defeat threatened to end me then and there.
She was too quick. I'll have lost her before I could catch my speed
again.
I can't give in, I can't fail! I would find her... I
wouldn't have to. Foolish little creature, she had turned, hindquarters
to a tree. You could have beaten me. You could have lived you precious
little flower, but not now. No. Not now.
I stepped towards her, let my anger, my pain fill me. I needed it for what I am to do.
She
quivered, those damnable eyes watching me. So wide. So beautiful. I
hated her. Hated her for what she had allowed me to do. I would play
this game no longer.
My head lowered, I could not look at her,
could not see the light leave those eyes when she fell. I charged, the
dirt scattering from my hooves the only thing I allowed my eyes to see.
Run, please, just run away.
The hollow thunk of my horns, the
soft give of her body. She was so light, the surprise sent me to my
knees and her...little legs tumbling over and over away from me. The
sparkling rubies of her life spattering down before me. Red, the only
color I had ever seen and it was hers.
The ground was cold, the
air was ice, but her blood left a burning trail of fire down the pale
face that played as my own. Dust slowly settling, my breath would not
come.
The world came exploding into life, she was moving,
dragging herself to weakened limbs. She trembled, she attacked. Tiny
hooves struck out, slamming into my face. And with a bleat, she ran. I
was frozen. The little monster had lived. Rage built. She would not
walk this plane long.
With a silent rush of breath I leapt to my
own hooves. I could feel it, there just beneath my skin, a cutting
blade of agony held at bay only by the blood I had shed. She would not
escape now no matter how fast she ran.
So close the scattering
of dirt and blood flung from her hooves spattered against my chest. So
close her flight would not last long. She was crying out, pleading for
help, somewhere deep, dark and hidden died inside of me. I rammed her,
sending her slamming violently to the earth. She rose, my hooves cut
her down.
Just through the trees another deer was rising, she
cried out, begging the other to save her, bagging for mercy I know not
which. I reared above her. A spatter of red and silence filled my world.
Gasping,
chest heaving with the painful effort of drawing even a single breath I
stood over her. So quiet now. So red, so beautiful. My body began to
tremble. I can't...
I run. She is there. I run faster. She is closer. The water! I throw myself into it.
She is gone.
>>Thank you celticmystress for your help. It was of the most value and I appreciate you going through such effort.<<
>>I
am sorry if I disturb anyone. I do not advocate violence in any way.
Nor do I wish to encourage player harassment. This is merely another
painful chapter in my deer's life.<<
