Post by Gina on Mar 19, 2006 14:27:36 GMT -5
ooc:Yes, I have been planning the deaths of dearest Yuri and Tala for quite some time now. With Catori's disappearance, Yuri's a little out of sorts. After this roleplay, most likely short termed, you can figure out what happens to these two stags, and Catori, if you'll so kindly PM me and allow me to tell you.
ic:The pained bellow was lifted into the valley with the numerous birds as the sun died slowly behind the mountains that formed the valley of Kosov. A cackle so cold was the only sound that could cause one to cringe more than the bellow of the Elk stag that lay on the hillock nearest the Home Oak, on the fringe of the Rolling Plain.
Tala's cruel, cold voice was worse than the pain of the thought that he was dying. Yuri's faded pelt was covered in cuts, not from the antlers of another stag, but from Herne's trees. Yuri stopped eating back in the beginning of the winter, overwhelmed with the bitter sadness that had flooded his empty heart, and the trees now lashed out at him in their anger. The old stag had become almost completely blind, his once bright optics now a dull brown, shrouded in milk-white film.
Perhaps Yuri had forgotten that Tala had almost always loved to bring him pain, to harm him, to make him regret. What he was feeling right now was like wonderful candy to Tala, and the old stag didn't even nose it.
Yuri glared bitterly down at the many scars on his body, then turned his empty glare upon the reindeer stag who had just gored him on the flank, neither of which he could see well.
Tala scoffed.
The hillock was stained russet and gold, beautiful, even though the creeping winter shadows had already taken Lera by the throat and thrust them into cold more painful than any other. The old Herla before Tala slowly rose from the blood-stained ground, his gaze blank and empty once more.
Yuri stared at the grass at his hooves, grass he would never eat, never see turn green. Tala's words brought his gaze back up to the fanged face of the reindeer.
Tala's description of stillborns would have brought fire and the anger of Herne to Yuri's spirit, had Herne not forsaken him and had bitter sadness not taken over his body. Instead, Yuri looked around blindly, searching for any sign of other deer.
How he longed for the company of another Herla. He longed for a hind's kindness, a stag's spirit, a fawn's joy. But the emotions he longed for he could no longer feel. Only bitter sadness and pain could feel.
Now Tala looked around. Yuri was starting to get to him. Their past was coming back to him, back when they were friends. Tala's cold voice had an almost tender tone that faded away and rushed back in as he, too, scanned for others.
Yuri turned a blind and broken body towards the trees. There was a spurt of crimson, and another bellow of pain. Yuri collapsed again, but he merely looked around the bloodied snow, playing with and unearthed beetle like a young fawn.
ooc:Yup...Poor Yuri, he's not really that old, just ill and sad...
ic:The pained bellow was lifted into the valley with the numerous birds as the sun died slowly behind the mountains that formed the valley of Kosov. A cackle so cold was the only sound that could cause one to cringe more than the bellow of the Elk stag that lay on the hillock nearest the Home Oak, on the fringe of the Rolling Plain.
"Yuri, you old fool, Herne must be wondering if he made the right choice in letting you survive the winter! It's no wonder that not a single hind has wanted to stand with you in the summer and bare your calf, you're just an old soft-foot, just like your half-brother said!"
Tala's cruel, cold voice was worse than the pain of the thought that he was dying. Yuri's faded pelt was covered in cuts, not from the antlers of another stag, but from Herne's trees. Yuri stopped eating back in the beginning of the winter, overwhelmed with the bitter sadness that had flooded his empty heart, and the trees now lashed out at him in their anger. The old stag had become almost completely blind, his once bright optics now a dull brown, shrouded in milk-white film.
"You speak of Herne, Tala. Why? Herne does not look upon me, he does not wonder about me. Your great Herne has brought me nothing but bitterness and pain. Even his trees bring me pain, even you bring me pain."
Perhaps Yuri had forgotten that Tala had almost always loved to bring him pain, to harm him, to make him regret. What he was feeling right now was like wonderful candy to Tala, and the old stag didn't even nose it.
Yuri glared bitterly down at the many scars on his body, then turned his empty glare upon the reindeer stag who had just gored him on the flank, neither of which he could see well.
Tala scoffed.
"And here I was, thinking that the brave Captain Yuri was a strong believer in Herne!"
The hillock was stained russet and gold, beautiful, even though the creeping winter shadows had already taken Lera by the throat and thrust them into cold more painful than any other. The old Herla before Tala slowly rose from the blood-stained ground, his gaze blank and empty once more.
"You spoke of hinds, Tala, you spoke of hinds. I can not mate with them, they are too special for an old Herla like me and not one of them deserves to bare a stillborn fawn."
Yuri stared at the grass at his hooves, grass he would never eat, never see turn green. Tala's words brought his gaze back up to the fanged face of the reindeer.
"How can you possibly know that your fawns will be ugly stillborns?"
Tala's description of stillborns would have brought fire and the anger of Herne to Yuri's spirit, had Herne not forsaken him and had bitter sadness not taken over his body. Instead, Yuri looked around blindly, searching for any sign of other deer.
How he longed for the company of another Herla. He longed for a hind's kindness, a stag's spirit, a fawn's joy. But the emotions he longed for he could no longer feel. Only bitter sadness and pain could feel.
"I know this, Tala, because my sadness and pain wold flow through the veins of the fawn and make it sick and empty as I am, and Herne, who lives in the joy of a flawless fawn, would choose that it would be better to die than to feel such things when so young."
Now Tala looked around. Yuri was starting to get to him. Their past was coming back to him, back when they were friends. Tala's cold voice had an almost tender tone that faded away and rushed back in as he, too, scanned for others.
"Yuri, you soft-footed fool, you used to be my friend, my family. If I could find the courage to abandon my own hatred, which you and I both know reigns in me, then I would say this:Your pain is my pain, your sadness, my sadness, your death, my death. And I would say that I don't want you to die, but since I can not abandon my ruler, I will say that you are an idiotic soft-foot, too old to be worth more than death itself."
Yuri turned a blind and broken body towards the trees. There was a spurt of crimson, and another bellow of pain. Yuri collapsed again, but he merely looked around the bloodied snow, playing with and unearthed beetle like a young fawn.
ooc:Yup...Poor Yuri, he's not really that old, just ill and sad...