11-30-2023, 03:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-12-2024, 02:51 AM by Eadwine. Edited 2 times in total.)
EADWINE ELGSTAG ENTERS CANIS
Nerves ticked and rippled with intense arousal; fibers of denim fleece jut to and froe-- not unlike the sharp quills of a porcupine. Eyelids flutter and quake with utter discontent as the beast's brain began to will him awake. Fresh, slick blood oozed thickly and poured upon the wheats caked against the right side of his tormented features. Gore clumped bits of dead flesh and grit as the male convulsed once, limbs thrashing as the depths of his mind perceived the present. Flaring, bloodied nostrils shuddered as the lake's aroma wafted within, working past the mucus and blood coating his airways. Lungs inflated abruptly, massive sides rising as Eadwine's limbs rooted sturdily into the sodden earth below. While the left eye within his broad cranium rocketed open, his other remained closed- obscured by his own vitae, the behemoth's vocal chords allowed a graveled, baritone roar to rip from deep within his heaving chest.
Stumbling to all four paws, his weakened stature forced his balance askew; Eadwine's thick shoulder collided with the immense base of a towering conifer. Bark snapped off and fragments splintered into his tattered, slicked back pelt-- crimson darkened the hue, obscuring the true color behind the blood. Heaving lungs desperately begged for air, partaking only to find the fire that burned from the bruising developing there. A whimpering, angry wheeze wafted from Eddie's curling maw as wrathful ire clambered throughout his mind. Peeled skin stripped from the brute's bloodied features, forcing his right eye sealed from the puncture wounds. Pain ebbed in intense waves as the bloke shook his massive dome in attempts to rid the blood from his sight. Fragments of grass, muck and rock embedded into the wound- whatever had forced him here had not been kind.
But Eadwine was not fooled. The nausea retching his innards only told him one thing; his father was to be held accountable for his wounds, as he had many occurrences before. Shouting at the little shadow of an Elgstag to retreat, to run from their father, well...
Eadwine was here, wherever here was. Where Vesper was not.
Another billowing roar crackled and choked from his esophagus, the stampeding leviathan stumbled to his knee before another trunk supported his weight unwillingly.
Vesper...
Curling lips revealed his teeth, deep intakes plumed and rasped through agonized lungs as his pace (drearily lead; the bloke could not think, he could not see although his good eye was open) carried him haphazardly forth. Vision spiraled into disorienting stars as saucer shaped paws plunged into shallow water. Guttural grunts and puffs pulled from Eadwine in tenor crackles of rage- tingling muscles wading partly into the frigid waters as he attempted to make sense of this foreign world. A world that felt and smelt like his own, though in it remained nothing that was his.
....Had anything ever been...?
Uncanny, inhumanly groans filled the air as Eadwine swayed in his spot in the water- his wounds still fresh, droplets of crimson pelted to the water and rippled the opaque surface. The wrathful masculine paced himself a few more steps before another mighty shake sent water and blood flying throughout the area that surrounded him, forcing his healthy orb open. Spirals and static spewed from his vision before slowly materializing into the visage of daybreak painting the still dark waters in shades of pink and tangerine. Heaving breaths pulled from the wrathful male's mouth as he studied the tranquil lake galivanting before him, only to feel the creeping panic settling in the pit of his barreled chest.
It quaked his limbs, pricking his orbs with unnatural fire as tears scorched them. His little sister was gone. Eadwine could no longer protect her.
Another roar of despair plunged deep from his lungs, echoing across the contrasting, calm waters as Eadwine's mass stumbled along the pebbled shore, water splashing up his haunches and belly-- unable to penetrate his thick, double coated fur as the male painstakingly drifted back toward the cover of the trees, now that his vision served him as best as it remained able.
Eadwine was numb, eyes wide and staring forth as if there was nothing there- blood vessels bursting, Eddie appeared alike a blundering, blood tusked mammoth upon a path of destruction and war.
Perhaps he was.
Stumbling to all four paws, his weakened stature forced his balance askew; Eadwine's thick shoulder collided with the immense base of a towering conifer. Bark snapped off and fragments splintered into his tattered, slicked back pelt-- crimson darkened the hue, obscuring the true color behind the blood. Heaving lungs desperately begged for air, partaking only to find the fire that burned from the bruising developing there. A whimpering, angry wheeze wafted from Eddie's curling maw as wrathful ire clambered throughout his mind. Peeled skin stripped from the brute's bloodied features, forcing his right eye sealed from the puncture wounds. Pain ebbed in intense waves as the bloke shook his massive dome in attempts to rid the blood from his sight. Fragments of grass, muck and rock embedded into the wound- whatever had forced him here had not been kind.
But Eadwine was not fooled. The nausea retching his innards only told him one thing; his father was to be held accountable for his wounds, as he had many occurrences before. Shouting at the little shadow of an Elgstag to retreat, to run from their father, well...
Eadwine was here, wherever here was. Where Vesper was not.
Another billowing roar crackled and choked from his esophagus, the stampeding leviathan stumbled to his knee before another trunk supported his weight unwillingly.
Vesper...
Curling lips revealed his teeth, deep intakes plumed and rasped through agonized lungs as his pace (drearily lead; the bloke could not think, he could not see although his good eye was open) carried him haphazardly forth. Vision spiraled into disorienting stars as saucer shaped paws plunged into shallow water. Guttural grunts and puffs pulled from Eadwine in tenor crackles of rage- tingling muscles wading partly into the frigid waters as he attempted to make sense of this foreign world. A world that felt and smelt like his own, though in it remained nothing that was his.
....Had anything ever been...?
Uncanny, inhumanly groans filled the air as Eadwine swayed in his spot in the water- his wounds still fresh, droplets of crimson pelted to the water and rippled the opaque surface. The wrathful masculine paced himself a few more steps before another mighty shake sent water and blood flying throughout the area that surrounded him, forcing his healthy orb open. Spirals and static spewed from his vision before slowly materializing into the visage of daybreak painting the still dark waters in shades of pink and tangerine. Heaving breaths pulled from the wrathful male's mouth as he studied the tranquil lake galivanting before him, only to feel the creeping panic settling in the pit of his barreled chest.
It quaked his limbs, pricking his orbs with unnatural fire as tears scorched them. His little sister was gone. Eadwine could no longer protect her.
Another roar of despair plunged deep from his lungs, echoing across the contrasting, calm waters as Eadwine's mass stumbled along the pebbled shore, water splashing up his haunches and belly-- unable to penetrate his thick, double coated fur as the male painstakingly drifted back toward the cover of the trees, now that his vision served him as best as it remained able.
Eadwine was numb, eyes wide and staring forth as if there was nothing there- blood vessels bursting, Eddie appeared alike a blundering, blood tusked mammoth upon a path of destruction and war.
Perhaps he was.
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