Post by Oakfang on Mar 2, 2009 14:02:47 GMT
If Bittersweet mongrels of vermin blood telling the nightmare some may call a life disturbs you, leave now, humble terraluxian beast. You have been warned friends.
I was a young one, Pablo was a dibbun. Our parents pulled together our strange destinies. We are blood related, the fox and the wildcat, the insane and the mysterious. Two cousins grow up together, with the Wildcats mother, the Fox's father.
We didn't grow up like either side, good or bad, the sides don't exist in our world. we are the living embodiment of the Grey area, the nothingness, the fine line of neutrality. It would be so easy if the sides were clear, if none of the "good" beasts strayed into schemes and none of the "evil" beasts were so sweet and obedient.
I have slayed too many, too many for this soul to count, if I'm even worth a soul. Emotions keep me going, emotions like raw anger, the pain of death, the need for a soulmate.
My true story begins here, in the most hidden glade, the most safe cave. I loved my mother, she was beautiful. her golden and cream fur, her soft eyes, her loving memory. She died of an illness, I was told, but I knew she was a cursed maiden for tossing out the ancient rules of the foxes, her people.
my father was a strong man, so very kind, he was some sort of mixed breed, as most of us at camp Ailain* were. He kept me safe, cared for me and pablo, other children too. Him and Pablo's Mother kept us happy,healthy children.
Pablo's mother was a strange breed of Fox and Squirrel, my mothers sister, my aunt. When Pablo's Father died, I carried him everywhere with me. He never left me.
I was a twisted child, obsessed by my mothers curse, the violence my kind had caused,still causes now. I trained with pablo, to be strong! I practised my own Fox magic and curse system, and trained myself with many weapons. pablo did the same, but he was just an innocent then.
Just a short time before the incident, maybe a few months, my father found us training, saw pablo throwing things at a tree, me straining every muscle in my body, every brain cell in my mixed breed brain. I was cursing a tree, I was so absorbed in the curse, I made it leap into purple flame and it was gone, banished to another plane of existence. My father held me tightly,and was mumbling a prayer over my pointed fluffy ears. he then told me I must never use that power again without him or another magica accompanying me.
I was much more powerful than anybody else, people respected me as an adult, as my eyes carried a sense of deep power. I took pablo as my weapons disciple, and he got gradually better. My Aunt once took pablo away from me, saying I was a demon, I should be burned. She saw my tears of anger and pain, she saw my need to keep Pablo close, She saw my very soul.
from then on we were all very close in camp Ailain. I protected us many times, I hunted with pablo and my father, I sewed and washed and cooked with aunty, I was always doing something to show I was one of them. They seemed to pity me in a way.
the very day before the incident, father asked me a strange question. he asked what I would do if there was ever a very strong warrior at the camp, and lots of other nasty people. I said I would fight for my tiny country, I would protect the innocents. he told me I was an innocent, said a prayer, and sent me away.
the day of the incident, he asked me to go to the back of the cave, to get something with Pablo. when I got back with the barrell of cider, I discovered my massacred family. my father looked over at me, he spoke with such heart "I'm sorry, my love. goodbye" and then the axe swooped and father was no more.
I lost my mind, my heart,my soul, my control. they were huge beasts, black and white striped, huge muscles, with them they had long eared things in odd shirts with shiny medals on. i curled into a ball on the ground, Pablo in my arms. my Power was burning my very being away, the pain in my soul could be heard from the scream that echoed from my no longer alive jaws. I screamed for hours, nobody touched me or Pablo.
When I stopped screaming, I opened my hollow eyes, and look around me. it was dawn, I'd been screaming for nearly a day. Pablo was safe in my arms, sleeping like nothing had happened. The floppy ears and the muscle freaks were still there. I could sense where the body of my father was. I looked to him., his body was lying serenely, his hands one on top of the other, eyes closed, smiling. there was a bandana round his neck, with a medal of loyalty on it.
I sat slowly up, holsing Pablo tight. the floppys and the muscles look over at me, the regret burning in their eyes. One of them came towards me, a young one, a few seasons older tha myself. I cringed away, suspition in my eyes. She held out a first aid kit, I wondered why. She came closer, I allowed it. She got out some salve, and began rubbing it on my arms. I then realised I was burned, singed, and bloodied. my pwoer had been eating away at the very matter of its own root, at the earth. I was sitting in a huge crater, made by myself.
Pablo was unhurt, so I didn't care about myself. When she had treated me, I growled unintelligebly, and crawled over to my aunty. I began to clean her up. I tidied her fur, cleaned out the blood stains and tidied her clothes. I moved her next to father. I went around, repairing all of my dead family. None were alive. just me and pablo. eventually, there was a long line of the dead, all so beautiful and peaceful. I took out a special belonging for every single one of them. for my father, there was the most beautiful portrait of every single one of Ailain camp. and one of his favourite flowers, a morning glory.
I drew the death symbols on every single forehead, at the foot end of the ground around all their feet. I began to chant the death and life chant. "sung, olak,teng, teng,olak,sung" over and over, till it had been said 300 times for each of the dead.
I thought about committing suicide, but I could not kill Pablo, nor leave him behind. so I simply lay by the feet of father.
we buried every single one the next day, every beast saying a word, every single one of us murderers, even the ever innocent Pablo.
We travelled with the hares and the badgers. I mostly growled my answers, very literally, but Pablo loved the hares, especially Molly, the one who had tended my wounds.
My eyes were dead for a long time. but when we reached salamandastron, they almost brightened at the beautiful mountain.
we stayed there for a time, then Me, Molly and Pablo tarvelled to Redwall, then Lancepaw's Fort, then we travelled the seas, and molly went home, and we found here.
I have never used my magical abilities since the incident, I never plan to. I plan to set out on an expedition, to stop first at the abandoned Ailain Camp, then to find some other scourned half-breeds. may the Ailain peoples be happy beyond the dark gates. -Oakfang Ailain
* Ailain is pronounced ay-lay-in
I was a young one, Pablo was a dibbun. Our parents pulled together our strange destinies. We are blood related, the fox and the wildcat, the insane and the mysterious. Two cousins grow up together, with the Wildcats mother, the Fox's father.
We didn't grow up like either side, good or bad, the sides don't exist in our world. we are the living embodiment of the Grey area, the nothingness, the fine line of neutrality. It would be so easy if the sides were clear, if none of the "good" beasts strayed into schemes and none of the "evil" beasts were so sweet and obedient.
I have slayed too many, too many for this soul to count, if I'm even worth a soul. Emotions keep me going, emotions like raw anger, the pain of death, the need for a soulmate.
My true story begins here, in the most hidden glade, the most safe cave. I loved my mother, she was beautiful. her golden and cream fur, her soft eyes, her loving memory. She died of an illness, I was told, but I knew she was a cursed maiden for tossing out the ancient rules of the foxes, her people.
my father was a strong man, so very kind, he was some sort of mixed breed, as most of us at camp Ailain* were. He kept me safe, cared for me and pablo, other children too. Him and Pablo's Mother kept us happy,healthy children.
Pablo's mother was a strange breed of Fox and Squirrel, my mothers sister, my aunt. When Pablo's Father died, I carried him everywhere with me. He never left me.
I was a twisted child, obsessed by my mothers curse, the violence my kind had caused,still causes now. I trained with pablo, to be strong! I practised my own Fox magic and curse system, and trained myself with many weapons. pablo did the same, but he was just an innocent then.
Just a short time before the incident, maybe a few months, my father found us training, saw pablo throwing things at a tree, me straining every muscle in my body, every brain cell in my mixed breed brain. I was cursing a tree, I was so absorbed in the curse, I made it leap into purple flame and it was gone, banished to another plane of existence. My father held me tightly,and was mumbling a prayer over my pointed fluffy ears. he then told me I must never use that power again without him or another magica accompanying me.
I was much more powerful than anybody else, people respected me as an adult, as my eyes carried a sense of deep power. I took pablo as my weapons disciple, and he got gradually better. My Aunt once took pablo away from me, saying I was a demon, I should be burned. She saw my tears of anger and pain, she saw my need to keep Pablo close, She saw my very soul.
from then on we were all very close in camp Ailain. I protected us many times, I hunted with pablo and my father, I sewed and washed and cooked with aunty, I was always doing something to show I was one of them. They seemed to pity me in a way.
the very day before the incident, father asked me a strange question. he asked what I would do if there was ever a very strong warrior at the camp, and lots of other nasty people. I said I would fight for my tiny country, I would protect the innocents. he told me I was an innocent, said a prayer, and sent me away.
the day of the incident, he asked me to go to the back of the cave, to get something with Pablo. when I got back with the barrell of cider, I discovered my massacred family. my father looked over at me, he spoke with such heart "I'm sorry, my love. goodbye" and then the axe swooped and father was no more.
I lost my mind, my heart,my soul, my control. they were huge beasts, black and white striped, huge muscles, with them they had long eared things in odd shirts with shiny medals on. i curled into a ball on the ground, Pablo in my arms. my Power was burning my very being away, the pain in my soul could be heard from the scream that echoed from my no longer alive jaws. I screamed for hours, nobody touched me or Pablo.
When I stopped screaming, I opened my hollow eyes, and look around me. it was dawn, I'd been screaming for nearly a day. Pablo was safe in my arms, sleeping like nothing had happened. The floppy ears and the muscle freaks were still there. I could sense where the body of my father was. I looked to him., his body was lying serenely, his hands one on top of the other, eyes closed, smiling. there was a bandana round his neck, with a medal of loyalty on it.
I sat slowly up, holsing Pablo tight. the floppys and the muscles look over at me, the regret burning in their eyes. One of them came towards me, a young one, a few seasons older tha myself. I cringed away, suspition in my eyes. She held out a first aid kit, I wondered why. She came closer, I allowed it. She got out some salve, and began rubbing it on my arms. I then realised I was burned, singed, and bloodied. my pwoer had been eating away at the very matter of its own root, at the earth. I was sitting in a huge crater, made by myself.
Pablo was unhurt, so I didn't care about myself. When she had treated me, I growled unintelligebly, and crawled over to my aunty. I began to clean her up. I tidied her fur, cleaned out the blood stains and tidied her clothes. I moved her next to father. I went around, repairing all of my dead family. None were alive. just me and pablo. eventually, there was a long line of the dead, all so beautiful and peaceful. I took out a special belonging for every single one of them. for my father, there was the most beautiful portrait of every single one of Ailain camp. and one of his favourite flowers, a morning glory.
I drew the death symbols on every single forehead, at the foot end of the ground around all their feet. I began to chant the death and life chant. "sung, olak,teng, teng,olak,sung" over and over, till it had been said 300 times for each of the dead.
I thought about committing suicide, but I could not kill Pablo, nor leave him behind. so I simply lay by the feet of father.
we buried every single one the next day, every beast saying a word, every single one of us murderers, even the ever innocent Pablo.
We travelled with the hares and the badgers. I mostly growled my answers, very literally, but Pablo loved the hares, especially Molly, the one who had tended my wounds.
My eyes were dead for a long time. but when we reached salamandastron, they almost brightened at the beautiful mountain.
we stayed there for a time, then Me, Molly and Pablo tarvelled to Redwall, then Lancepaw's Fort, then we travelled the seas, and molly went home, and we found here.
I have never used my magical abilities since the incident, I never plan to. I plan to set out on an expedition, to stop first at the abandoned Ailain Camp, then to find some other scourned half-breeds. may the Ailain peoples be happy beyond the dark gates. -Oakfang Ailain
* Ailain is pronounced ay-lay-in
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