July 2, 2009 - 8:44pm — Zergarikiaka
I've come to truly question the nature of this forest, in these last few days. So much confusion and misunderstanding... This leads us all into an endless, vicious cycle of poor communication and vengeance. Presumptions are made by us all, and we label each other by prejudgment... There is division, and in special cases, odd looking alliances forged by unknown means. Perhaps respect is the core of the matter.
I woke, half buried in a hillside. Virgil had started a dance line with Cloud over me, and deer I did not know the name of had joined. Darcy had come, and tried to shoo the dancers away. I'm sure most others, and at the time, even I had not understood what he was trying to say. I stood and spoke briefly with him. I was uptight, and on the nervous side.
Perhaps I naturally woke angered, for I had learned of Aegle being hurt, though she states she is fine. It would take a while for my nerves to lose their fire though... Soon I joined Virgil and the others in their dancing. Darcy seemed on the frustrated side, and began to storm away, and rush threw laps around the general area. Rowan had appeared, though she was clearly nervous. Bastilion soon showed up, and I left the dance to join my companion in simply observing the scene.
I'm not sure what transpired in the short time my back had been turned, but soon I noticed Darcy and Rowan fighting.
I disapproved.
Stunned at the sight, I lowered my antlers, rose to hind legs, and bellowed. "Enough of that!" I shouted, then running at the two and stepping between them. Rowan shuddered and backed off. I tried once again to show her that I meant no harm.
My efforts... how futile they are becoming... and how tiresome. Her demonstration of fear soon landed me in a very brief spar with Darcy, though it was quickly broken up by the others gathered around. I sigh, weary and frustrated. I return to Bastilion's side, mentally cursing my own appreciation for the doe’s of the forest. How could I be so perturbed by one who fears me... just this one? It's different if I see a stag cower... yes, those ones are smart... they know I won't hesitate to harm them if they show aggression... but I could never touch the opposite, no matter if they're hostile or in between me and an opponent.
A nameless showed up at some point, also showing hostility toward Rowan. Anger surged threw my hot veins, and the corners of my sight hinted red. I roared and surged forward, slamming my horns into the nameless' side, and began to beat him away from Rowan, who shuddered as I came close, then distanced herself. I sighed. Bastilion then took over, silently explaining not to antler at others to the stag. It began to apologize.
Good... one less threat then.
I began to notice a particular fatigue in Bastilion's eyes. He was already wounded to a degree from stepping between fights... and he was clearly tired on multiple levels. Perhaps I am as well...
After some time, we parted ways. I wandered to the lake and took a drink, then trekked to the playground. There I ran into Virgil, Cloud, and a fawn. We frolicked a bit, then sat together, facing different ways, as prairie dogs watching for predators. Sambreel soon joined us, and we stood and shared nuzzles and bows, then back to sitting.
Virgil eventually fell asleep. My nerves began to sting, like having hornets in my blood. My ears perked and eyes narrowed. I stood and turned my head to face the way my back previously had been turned. That faith... that foolish faith... he was near. I growled, and caught sight of his red pelt, and massive white antlers. I slowly left the company of my companions, approaching him and bowing, casually, though agitatedly.
He laughed.
Confusion struck me. I turned my head slightly, and noticed my less than liked, blue and red companion, Daiki, was at my side, and to the other side, my black, red, and white pelted companion by name of Aves appeared. "What is he laughing at?" I growled suspiciously. Daiki shrugged. "No idea. Maybe he's just happy to be alive." Daiki commented, ever upbeat. I rolled a set of eyes. "Shoo." I grumbled, Daiki disappearing like a ghost the moment later. Aves simply stared indifferently. "Your opinion?" I inquired. Aves looked pensive for a moment. "I think he is laughing -at- you... more than enough reason to attack, I'd say." he commented, then yawning and walking off. I sneered.
Laughing at me... that sounded right... and I did not like it. "And what makes this situation at all funny, old fool?" I challenged. He began to taunt. I snarled, and the sane world faded into that old red mist of madness. We exchanged blows, between hooves and antlers. I bit and stomped at his flesh, though his massive antlers did a better job than those poppy coated ones he had in our last battle. Just fighting while surrounded by them was enough to leave me with cuts along my sides.
Suddenly we were separated. A stroke of green caught my eyes. Queeze?
Yes, Queeze was back in the forest. It had been a long time since I last saw the respectable Aztec stag. I backed off and offered a bow, and respectful nuzzle. He bowed to us both, and then sat back again. Priest began to instigate me again with taunting. I growled, and began to attack again. Again, Queeze broke us up.
I noticed Bastilion nearby. I decided to, for the moment; forget the foolish, stubborn faith. I greeted my friend, and vice versa. He still seemed so worn down. "You should rest, Bastilion." I muttered. Priest approached, and greeted Bastilion as well.
Again, we were back into an antler lock. Bastilion, from that point, continued to come between me and my enemy, and keep us from trading further blows. Who could fight when caught in that haunted, tired stare? The same stare that held me back from swallowing up a fawn the day we met.
We sat, stubbornly refusing to be the one to leave first. I didn't want to leave my friend to my enemy's hands, and I am sure the Priest was intent on ensuring one of us would not live thru the day. Sitting peacefully for the time, we began to speak, somewhat civilly. Beyond speech however, we began to peer into each other's mind's eye, into the heart of our rival's existence.
Why was the Priest so stubbornly trusting in the idea that those statues were gods? Clearly they were idols... demons... I wanted to explain, but how could I? How could I explain again, how they had been the ones who mutated me so, and who had left my parents dead at their 'feet'? I shuddered mentally at the memory. There were other memories that would haunt me eternally... all linked to those... condemning statues... My own parent's death before my eyes... Mutation and chaining... Exile... War... Laghodessa's death... My entire herd either dying or disappearing... and that all just being in youth. There had been many more cursed occasions... but what could surpass those of the younger days?
I couldn't get into that again. The hate was too much, and the memory still brings the point of tears to old eyes. I needed to instead focus on those of my foe... what was hidden in his mind? I caught a glimpse of something... fire? I can't be too sure. My peering was broken.
I blinked, and was taken aback. The priest asked about the ghost at the ruins. I almost wanted to be a jerk and ask 'which one’; since I know there are numerous spirits there. Sadly, I already knew which one he meant. "That is a dangerous question, faith. I will admit the answer is a yes, but I will not explain further." I stated simply, rasping heavilly over each word. I wouldn't talk about her to him. Bastilion and Aegle, yes, but not him. He began to daydream it seemed... until he screamed, snapping out of it.
Aegle soon joined us. I warmly welcomed her, though the Priest was clearly not so keen on her presence. Bastilion seemed fine with it. I was surprised though, at how easily she joined us. Yes, she hid behind me for a time, but eventually she would stand between me and Priest, along with Bastilion, and prevent us from further damaging each other. At some point, Priest's antlers had struck into Aegle. I snapped when I witnessed those wretched antlers striking her, and ran a lap around them before raking my single intact antler into the Priest. Aegle and Bastilion separated us again and we sat once more.
I sighed, fatigue washing threw the hate. Many times we tried to get back at each other, and each time we were stopped. Many times the Priest laughed, and I shot glares back. Eventually I decided to simply laugh back at him. Soon I took notice of another ally in the distance. Baal. I bowed to Aegle and Bastilion respectfully, and ran off to greet him. They followed me, and Priest was last to reach us. I watched Priest sniff Baal, and the two trade bows. Others began to flood the area, and I grew uncomfortable. Baal hurried off. I noticed many of those who joined us were, in fact, other does. Aegle ran off, clearly from the numbers. I quickly walked among the newly arrived deer, nuzzling the does in greeting and bowing to stags. Darcy and Rowan showed up among them.
Soon the Priest and Darcy seemed to have gotten into a conversation. "Conspiracy?" I thought. Aves once more drifted to my side. "Keep watching." he said in a bored monotone. I jumped in surprise. Priest and Darcy began to fight? I wasn't sure how to respond to this. I simply began to laugh, purely out of confusion and, admittedly, a bit of madness. Aves disappeared once more. I noticed Daiki meanwhile hopping like a fool around the other deer, though none seemed to even notice he existed. I sighed. "I hate those guys." I grumbled. Baal returned, and I joined him again.
I had to leave this large group. The priest soon left, and I joined Baal in a walk, until we ran into 21. I sighed again. I could tell Baal wanted a fight from her. I stood back, hoping Baal would change his mind. He didn't. They began to fight. Bastilion soon arrived with the others and intercepted them. When the world calmed, I bowed to them, and ran after Baal as he fled.
I caught up with him at the great oak, and we sat underneath for a time. After explaining that I wouldn't hurt him, we began to simply... goof off. We danced, and laughed like fawns until he left. Only then did I leave the oak, and head for the Ruins. I sat at Laghodessa's grave, being immediately met by two fawns.
I couldn't play anymore, and I wouldn't fight anymore.
Too tired...
I fell into the abyss of sleep. In my dreams, I could see the good of life again. Memories only existing when my eyes are closed, and when the spirit of love is near.
Hopefully all this fighting
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The Dragonfly Deer's Biography
Pega's Forest Philosophy: "Look for Friends. Let Love find you."
"If you don't like something, tolerate it."
o.O You can tell when it's
|D True dat? --- The
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The Dragonfly Deer's Biography
Pega's Forest Philosophy: "Look for Friends. Let Love find you."
"If you don't like something, tolerate it."
X'D much yus.
Crikey it was some hectic
But I laughed about the opening, Darky didn't seem to much mind being danced on. xDDD
Nice entry. :3
Meet Virgil
Meet Shakespeare
Oh, he didn't attack poor
*adds to page* ^^ Nicely written.
Hrm. Perhaps I'll lead the Priest down a different road (seeing as he realized that violence doesn't exactly work out well for him). *ponders* Then they wouldn't have to keep physically fighting...
I know he didn't try to hurt
xD Yeah, I'm just not gonna
I'll probably lose more than my hand.
The Priest: "The demon appears to be in love."
*shoves him away*
Shut it. Of course he's not. He's just nice to does. Unlike you.
The Priest: *mutters*
x'D I think does and ghosts
Darkweaver: *snort* You make me sound so uncivilized.
I call it how I see it. *quickly hides*
Lol! Note to self: Avoid
The Priest: "I see nothing to suggest that you are civilized."
*shove*
I TOLD you to start being more CIVIL, didn't I?!
The Priest: "...Fine."
...Such a pain.