Username: Submissive Virgin
Title of Story: Carl, the Magic Elk.
NPCs involved: Carl
Genre: Fantasy, My Random Number Post
Carl, the Magic Elk.
It was a quiet day in the land of Gaia. The Gaian National Forest Havens were full of movement, as the wind soared through the trees. The birds flew over head, and the bugs and bees buzzed about. All life in the forest was timid, and quiet. A few animals braved to trek across the boarder wire fence that was put up to keep out poachers, and to keep in the saved animals. Life was protected inside the fence.
But on the outside, it was never a guarantee. All animals knew this, in some way or another.
The Wildlife Haven was located to the south of the Durem Reclamation Facility. For protection purposes, Gaian's aren't allowed to step foot, and only when they are granted passage by special means. Few have stepped foot in the untouched grounds, and even fewer were able to spot the wild animals. Some, who have stepped foot have spotted an Elk. A tall, and elegant being.
This Elk was first spotted by the manager of the company who keeps the fence in tacked. He was called down one day when a boarder patrol spotted a chunk of fence missing. He was sent down to investigate it. The manager was told it was a chuck of fence taken near the old abandoned shop. Some of the oldest relics in the Province of Durem. He started along the fence and spotted the old shop, and then a few feet away, the broken fence. Upon closer inspection of the fence, he saw something glowing, almost sparkling around it. He then drew his attention forward, there was this male Elk standing in the open, between the shop, and the broken open fence.
The elk, and the man had a staring contest. But something was off, and the manager couldn't put his finger on it. This Elk, it felt like it was trying to communicate with him. The manager and the elk watched one another's faces, and their expression. While the elk had close to none, the manager was experiencing something....unsettling. The Elks eyes had begun to glow, an eery yellow-white light shined from them.
Something, like a small needle pricking the back of his mind. It was a small sensation, it made him unsure of it at first, but it wasn't fear he felt. Then something else happened. Someone spoke. A deep, almost ghost like voice whispered to him.
The manager couldn't move. He tried to form words with his lips, but they wouldn't move. He tried to make a noise, but all that came from him was the sounds of his breathing. The elk stared him down, and the manager couldn't do anything but stay locked with the elk. Finally, a buzz from a personal walkie-talkie chimed in, thus attracting the elks attention, severing the eye to eye contact. With that, the manager looked down, and waited.
He gave it a few solid moments before looking up again, and when he did, the elk was long gone. The manager stood there, completely dumbfounded. He raised a hand to his hip and it grazed over his talkie.
'Oh yeah, my boarder patrol', he remembered. He picked it up and began to explain that someone, or something had cut through the wire fence, and he explained that an elk was there waiting for him. That was the first time the elk was surfaced, and it spread through the patrol and company keeping the haven safe, like a rumor wild fire.
A few monthes passed, and some of the locals in Durem had begun to wander close to the Reclamation Facility. It was a spring break party. A massive group had gone down that way to get away from the police in Durem. A few teenagers were wandering around the National Haven. Two girls, two boys. All four looked to be first year college students, just looking to have fun.
"Okay guys, lets go see this abandon shop" the eldest boy suggested. He had heard from one of his older friends that an old shop near the Haven was the best place to chill, because no one ever bothered it.
"Guys, I'm scared, lets get out of here." One of the girls suggested. She tugged on the second boys arm, trying to persuade him to follow her.
"Oh my God, guys. Will you chill out?" The eldest boy said, laughing. He bantered and pleaded with the group to follow him, and like most adolescents their age, would follow a fearless leader.
Upon reaching the shop, the four of them noticed that there was something inside. It scurried and shuffled about.
"Hey, go check it out." The eldest boy said, pushing his younger male classmate inside. Knees slightly shaking, he ventured forward. The rest of his crew waited outside.
The boy walked into the darkness, trying to prove something to his peers. He straighten his back, and walked. The stench of moth balls was apparent, and his vision was adjusting to the blackness of the old shop. He continued his walking, and when his knee hit something soft and warm, his natural instinct to scream seemed to lock up.
He had met eyes with an elk. His body froze, and he felt confused, and worried. The elk locked his eyes with him. The elks eyes began to glow the same white-yellow light. Just as the manager felt, the boy too felt something tapping at his subconscious. It rang in the same deep ghost like voice.
The boy stood there, frozen and shaking.
'Hey, where are you--!!" The leader came around the corner and saw the staring contest between his classmate and the elk. The elk broke eye contact with the boy, and turned its attention on the leader of the group. The girls followed behind him, and the elk took notice that it was out numbered. Stomping its right foot, all four shrieked and ran to the door. Upon returning to their camping ground, the group noticed that the rest of the spring break party group had taken off, leaving most of their belongings.
The group scanned the area, and noticed an Elk in the middle. Maybe the same elk back at the shop. But how was that possible? The leader of the group of 4 looked at the other boy, and asked him: "What did that elk do to you when we weren't around?". The boy tried to answer him, but instead of making it clearer, it just muddled the situation more. The elk sniffed about, and moved around. But instead of walking, it hovered. The leader of the group squinted his eyes, and noticed something that look like fire flies around the elks hooves. But it didn't seem natural, it sparkled. q
What happened next, was what some Gaian called as Magic. The elk sniffed a particular piece of clothing, and instead of picking it up with its mouth, it simply looked at it with its glowing eyes. The piece of clothing began to rise in the air, and drift towards the elk. The clothing then flew up and around the elk, and was dropped on its back. After a repeat of this process for a while, the elk looked around. It had seemed to spot the group of four. The group shrunk closer together, as if waiting to be attacked, instead the elk snorted. And with that, it vanished.
This was the first public mention of the Elk at the Old Shop. As the story spread, it gained publicity all across Gaia, some even questioning if this Elk was real. They say, that if you play to closely to the Reclamation Facility, you'll wander upon an old shop. The Old Junk in the Truck shop. The elk, Carl the locals call him, will be there, waiting to make you a sale.
· Thu May 02, 2013 @ 11:39pm · 0 Comments