Post by Gina on Feb 24, 2006 18:45:16 GMT -5
ooc:A roleplay for my dearest Yuri, after watching Bambi II and listening to music from Spirit Stallion of the Cimaron, yeah...This was inspired by Sound the Bugle by Bryan Adams from Spirit, hence the name...hehe...There are flashbacks in this, so that's by the italics, okay? Don't reply to the italics part, I don't think they can read eachothers' minds yet! xD
ic:
He was very close to the wolves' territory, but he didn't care. Ever since last spring when he had tried to be brave for Eloine, he didn't ever let her get hurt, or even go by herself much. Now she wasn't here, she was living with Catori and the other hinds of Kosov, she didn't need him anymore, no one needed him anymore.
Captain Yuri was getting on in years now, his pelt had changed color completely with age, or perhaps with his environment. His once ebony coat was a dusty brown, it fit him a little better than the black, Eloine thought, but Yuri was only concerned about what his pelt change had meant.
He now lay in the tall, golden-brown stalks of dying grass, slumped and broken under the excrutiating weight of the snow. His large brown eyes were closed, for Herne had chosen to send another dream of pain to him.
Hello...
Anya?
I'm here...Hello..
Anya? Anya, where are you?
Hello...
Yuri could feel himself running accross grasses that were so lush and green it was as though he weren't in this country at all. The air was warm and smooth, flowing gently and easily through his tired lungs. And then, suddenly, he saw her. Young and beautiful, Anya had never looked so perfect. The scars and blood and horrible memories of her death left his mind, Yuri could only see his beloved Anya, back from the dead.
"Anya! Anya, you're alive!" The Captain and the hind ran circles around eachother, nuzzling and greeting eachother like they hadn't seen one another in ages, and that they could always see one another again. "Yes, Yuri, I'm alive...I'll always be here, you know that, I told you. You act like something happened, nothing happened. I'm safe, you're safe, the fawns are safe."
As soon as those words poured from her mouth, the images around Yuri slipped. He was now standing by a road, running again. This air was hard and smoky, made thick by the truck in front of him and the night itself. Yuri recognized this road, that truck, those limp forms hanging out of the half-open doors.
His fawns.
He halted quickly. The truck was turning around the corner, and Anya's scent flooded his nostrils. She was coming back from the meadow, yes, she was only coming back from the meadow, those weren't his fawns, those were his fawns' friends. Yes.
Cold rain, cold sweat, snow and the loud hoot of an owl woke him from the horrible dream. Yuri stood, shook himself in the pitch darkness, his eyes "glowing" brightly. The stag had just seen his fawns' death, his mate and, almost, his dead Anya. Such a horrible pain, horrible sadness gripped his stomach, it was so painful it felt as though he would vomit. Pain racked everywhere, his head, his legs, his belly, everywhere.
Yuri was empty, an old shell, Eloine was gone away from his care, the Captain had lost everything but his weary memories of bravery, love and joy, and the horrible pain of his empty heart and wounded soul.
The elk stag looked up to the black, weeping sky, where not a star could be seen, and bellowed, "Lead me away, Herne, when will you let me see her?"
ic:
He was very close to the wolves' territory, but he didn't care. Ever since last spring when he had tried to be brave for Eloine, he didn't ever let her get hurt, or even go by herself much. Now she wasn't here, she was living with Catori and the other hinds of Kosov, she didn't need him anymore, no one needed him anymore.
Captain Yuri was getting on in years now, his pelt had changed color completely with age, or perhaps with his environment. His once ebony coat was a dusty brown, it fit him a little better than the black, Eloine thought, but Yuri was only concerned about what his pelt change had meant.
He now lay in the tall, golden-brown stalks of dying grass, slumped and broken under the excrutiating weight of the snow. His large brown eyes were closed, for Herne had chosen to send another dream of pain to him.
Hello...
Anya?
I'm here...Hello..
Anya? Anya, where are you?
Hello...
Yuri could feel himself running accross grasses that were so lush and green it was as though he weren't in this country at all. The air was warm and smooth, flowing gently and easily through his tired lungs. And then, suddenly, he saw her. Young and beautiful, Anya had never looked so perfect. The scars and blood and horrible memories of her death left his mind, Yuri could only see his beloved Anya, back from the dead.
"Anya! Anya, you're alive!" The Captain and the hind ran circles around eachother, nuzzling and greeting eachother like they hadn't seen one another in ages, and that they could always see one another again. "Yes, Yuri, I'm alive...I'll always be here, you know that, I told you. You act like something happened, nothing happened. I'm safe, you're safe, the fawns are safe."
As soon as those words poured from her mouth, the images around Yuri slipped. He was now standing by a road, running again. This air was hard and smoky, made thick by the truck in front of him and the night itself. Yuri recognized this road, that truck, those limp forms hanging out of the half-open doors.
His fawns.
He halted quickly. The truck was turning around the corner, and Anya's scent flooded his nostrils. She was coming back from the meadow, yes, she was only coming back from the meadow, those weren't his fawns, those were his fawns' friends. Yes.
Cold rain, cold sweat, snow and the loud hoot of an owl woke him from the horrible dream. Yuri stood, shook himself in the pitch darkness, his eyes "glowing" brightly. The stag had just seen his fawns' death, his mate and, almost, his dead Anya. Such a horrible pain, horrible sadness gripped his stomach, it was so painful it felt as though he would vomit. Pain racked everywhere, his head, his legs, his belly, everywhere.
Yuri was empty, an old shell, Eloine was gone away from his care, the Captain had lost everything but his weary memories of bravery, love and joy, and the horrible pain of his empty heart and wounded soul.
The elk stag looked up to the black, weeping sky, where not a star could be seen, and bellowed, "Lead me away, Herne, when will you let me see her?"