Old Wounds
July 6, 2010 - 2:01am — AliceV
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The big, gray stag sat quietly in one of the forest’s many spots of sunlight. A little farther away a bigger group of adults and fawns played and enjoyed their live.
Borislav sighed.
Oh, how relaxing this warm light was. In spite of his thick, fluffy fur… it could never be too hot for him, even in direct sunlight.
He sighed again, slowly closing his eyes. Yes, this was a day how he liked it.
… it took not long until a slight, deep, rumbling, snoring noise filled the air.
He sat still there, his eyes closed. Countless hours of ‘training’ made him able to sleep while sitting.
He actually could remain like this for hours now…
"Hmm hmm hmm… Big... grey… fluffy… not moving one centimeter. Hehe, guess you are the one I am looking for, yes…"
Borislav made another snoring noise, this sudden nearby voice made him start slightly. He did not even hear someone approaching…
The gray stag opened his eyes again. A white, scarred face, carrying a big and distorted grin was the first thing he saw. Black, strange and somehow shifty eyes the second.
This face and those eyes belonged to a strange looking white antlerless deer… due the lack of antlers… it was obviously a stag.
"And yoo is…?" he replied while having a closer look at that strange stag. The white fur was stained with blood at some parts. He could see several injuries, some nearly healed, all over the gaunt body. Something about this stag… felt strange. Somehow he was… ‘unsteady’. Borislav saw this ‘unsteadiness’ before… though not on deer… in a past and nearly forgotten life.
The stag giggled. Slightly insane it sounded… now the grey was sure that one was not quite right in the head.
"Jack, my name… hehe… pleasure to meet you big boy, oh yes, yes.."
"Borislav." He simply introduced himself, before he rose an eyebrow and gave a suspicious look. "Yoo talk funny…"
The stag named Jack giggled again, made a few steps.
"Ach… ich ‘talk funny‘? … hast Du dir jemals selbst zugehört, Ivan? He he he…"
The gray stag perked his ears. His eyes got wider, it seems he was wide awake all of the sudden.
"Nemecko!" he called out in surprise.
He got up with a puffing noise.
"What, what?" The other stag replied with a giggle while backing off a little.
"Yoo German!" Borislav called out, a little louder than intended.
This language the white one just used… it brought back old memories. Unpleasant old memories…
A few moments the two stags just stand there, starring at each other.
In their own way, none of them showed their emotions clearly… but it was obvious both of them had to fight those unpleasant old memories… and thousand other thoughts…
Borislav’s face was even more like stone than usual… but his body wasn’t that calm
… a closer look on the mighty body showed slightly shaking muscles, like the stag needed all his strength to hold himself back.
The white stag, Jack, was still smiling. He covered his nervousness by slowly circling around him, staring at the old, gray stag all the time. Though he was smiling, there was a certain spark visible in those dark, unsteady eyes. A spark of hate and anger…
"Vat yoo want?" he finally managed to say… much calmer than before.
The white giggled again, making a gesture with his head towards the sling around the leg of the gray stag.
"Actually I hate Docs… oh tell ya how I hate them, yes! Hmm but … but… aah, see.. see… I think I need your help this time… Ruski." no giggling this time. Also the smile seemed to weaken a little bit.
Borislav slowly tilted his head.
"One reason I halp yoo… nemecko… Is not dere, I tink."
The white stag clicked his tongue and slowly shook his head.
"Hehe… see…ah, see I think I get your point. It… it wasn’t easy for me, too… asking… the enemy yes…?"
Borislav’s face remained unmoved. Old wounds. Yes… old, deep wounds got torn up in this moment.
Nearly forgotten memories… faces… names… smells… sounds… screams…
Jack lowered his eyes. For a few moments his behavior changed…
"But then I thought… about this place where I am now." his voice had a slight, military tune now… "…it is indeed, what a human would call paradise."
A sudden grin appeared on the white face, sparkling, black eyes glared at him again. "Hehe... shouldn’t… shouldn’t be enemies friends in paradise… yes…?"
The gray stag remained still unmoved. He stared down at the white stag. Obviously… former human… like himself…
But also… a former enemy.
Oh, those old wounds. Pain and cruelty that can’t be forgotten in a hundred years.
Borislav took a deep breath.
They always told him he was too kind hearted.
That was the reason for him to become a medic.
He was proud to say, he never shoot a single bulled during all those endless days of war.
He lowered his head a little bit.
... maybe that strange stag was right.
This was not their world anymore.
The memories where painful… but after all… they were just memories.
"Vat is yoo hurt." he finally answered and bent down to have a closer look.
The white stag rose his head. A big grin on his face… he suddenly turned around to show him his backside…
Borislav rose his head again and struggled backwards, making a surprised and angry noise.
"Vat is dat yoo crrrazy man!!" he yelled.
"Ahah!" the other one laughed. "Calm down, big boy and take a closer look, yes…? hehe there.. on the left side… idiot."
The big stag mumbled something and came closer again… hesitated… came even closer…
"Neveroyatnyj…" he mumbled.
"Is… something… haven’t see long…" he looked up, at Jack's face.
The stag had a gunshot wound on the left side of his hip. A gunshot wound… in a world without guns…
"Vere yoo get dat?" Borislav asked… confused… and somehow alarmed…
The white giggled "Oh… hm it’s… it’s a long and complicated story… yes… nothing you need to know, Doc… yes…?"his voice sounded slightly threatening… "Important thing for you is… it doesn’t want to heal… hehe… funny thing… usually injuries don’t….!! AUH VERDAMMTE SCHEISSE!!!" he suddenly screamed out and jumped a few meters away before he broke out with laughter for some strange reasons.
Borsilav pulled back his tongue, which he just pushed deep into the white stag’s wound. He growled.
"Yoo stob yelling, sissy! Is bullet still in, need to get aut!" he followed him.
"Sissy?! Hahahaa! At least you could have warned me, you butcher of a medic!" he laughed before he turned his side to the grey again.
Borsilav sighed, put out his long, limber tongue and pushed it into the stag’s wound again. Again the pain let him scream… and laugh…
A strange thought crossed the gray’s mind… did that crazy man enjoy that pain … in a way…?
A few minutes passed, Borislav was not successful in pulling out the bullet, though he had been able to grab it with the tip of his tongue a few times now… but a sudden movement of the white let him loose it every time…
"Stop dancing like woman! Ist not work like dat!" he mumbled to make the white stag holding still finally.
A weak laughter was the answer "Heh… let’s see… if you stand still… if someone… keeps pushing a knife… into …your side… yes…?" Jack was panting. His fur was soaked with sweat already.
Even if that crazy man was enjoying the pain in a way… slowly it was too much for him.
Borislav shook his head. "Ist not work like that…" he repeated and looked at the white one.
"Ah, great Doc… and what is your next plan, mh?!" Jack turned around to face the big stag again. His voice sounded slightly irritated. Seems he was slowly growing tired of this.
With one, for his size incredible fast movement, Borislav hit his antlers against the white stag’s head.
It was too fast to dodge, even for Jack. Without any noise he sunk into the soft grass of the forest.
Borislav seemed satisfied. He knew how to hit without causing damage… he did it a few times in the past when they run out of anesthetics… though… he had to admit … he ever tried it with his antlers before…
Well… even if he hit too hard… he doubted he could damage that crazy man’s head more than it already was…
He bent down, pushing the stag on his right side to be able to finally treat the wound.
It took not long until he pullet the bullet out of the stags body.
He dropped into the grass next to him.
The gray stag spend some time in inspecting it. Indeed, it was actually a bullet. And the wound was a shotgun wound… a type of wound he saw a hundred times before.
He licked over it. This was also an old wound… but it didn’t show any signs of healing till now.
He had no idea if his healing abilities would finally cause it to close up now… maybe… it was also a matter of will of the crazy white stag.
Borislav moved away a few steps, having one final look at the unconscious Jack. Somehow the gray stag hoped he won’t see that face again that soon.
Yes, this may was a different world now. Maybe even paradise…
… but the knowledge about the past… about what… who this ‘Jack’ was…
… about that cruel things that happened… about the pain…
He turned around, slowly walking away, leaving the white stag behind.
Some old wounds… they probably won’t ever heal...
Characters:
Borislav
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Jack
I enjoy reading your stories
Ahh, I love Borislav's accent
Ah, this is just so
You really need to get more out, this is lovely. Your writing is simply fantastic
(Hehheh, why of course I did :B)
thanks alot you two ;D edit:
edit: wah! three! ninja'd me ginger xD
This was an absolutely
This was so well-written~ ♥ Lawl KOed Jack, I can so imagine Jester stumbling upon him lying there and looking over at Jack thinking 'OHHOHO~ ♥'. Truly though, this was really entertaining, how you also had the old wound in it as well as the metaphorical old wound was really clever too, I adore your writing-this was great~!
*rolls with happy all over this*~ ♥
Amazing writing, as always.
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Lovelove~~ I adore
I adore Borislav's accent, and Jack's always epic of course :3
thanky's a lot guys
*'hahas' at pseudo wannabe russian accent*
Awesome read, your characters
Oh, thanks a lot kiraki
hm well maybe they are fun... but it is not so funny to heave discussions between them in your head |D
I find that just as