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 Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 5:10 pm
 The femme faun slowly opens her eyes. Light streams through her vision and pierces straight through her head. She squeezes her eyes shut as hard as she can, trying to get the light out. She clasps her hand over her eyes and turns her head to the side, groaning. Her head is throbbing, and she can barely feel anything below her neck, though she’s not sure that would be a good thing right now. She rolls over, face down in what feels like mud. She really hopes it’s mud… “Oooh, who hit me on the head?” she moans, slowly opening her eyes again. She sits as still as possible for many minutes, maybe hours? Either way, her eyes begin to adjust to the light. The edge of her vision is blurred, but she can see directly in front of herself. “Oh thank the goddess that is mud,” she sighs, rubbing her fingers through the mud that she is laying a half-foot deep in. For some reason, her words hang heavy on her eyes. The sounds leave a ringing in her ears that takes its time to leave. She gets brave and begins to look up. In between the streams of searing agony that is the sun, she sees a log that is splintered. Looking down and around herself, sure enough, there are chips of the same wood. She rests for a while more before deciding to sit up. As she rises her head throbs harder. She grabs her temple and squeezes, trying to ease the pain. She sits in place, trying to catch her breath while still keeping her eyes closed because terrible agony is still better than excruciating agony. Once again she gets brave, and opens her eyes to try to get her bearing. There is a lot of wood chips laying around where she is. Also mud. Lots of mud. She sighs again. “Well, this could be worse…” she reasons. Continuing to look around, she notices an odd red rock right where she was laying. She stares at it, trying to focus on it. “What is…” she reaches out and touches it with her free hand. The red from the rock rubs off right onto her hand. “Huh?” she stares at her hand for a moment. Suddenly it hits her. “Ohh,” she half-smiles. She takes her other hand off her head, realizing it’s now covered in the same red stuff. “That explains it.” She feels herself get woozy. “Oh…squirrel pellets.” Suddenly whatever was left in her stomach comes shooting out of her mouth. She chokes and coughs so hard, it throws her weak body back and she crashes on her back into the mud. The sun goes back to its piercing ways, with every hack of her lungs pummeling her head. It doesn’t take her long before she passes out from the pain.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 10:35 pm
A few hours pass, and the sun no longer shines so brightly on the passed out faun.
Her eyes slowly open as she rises back into her conscious state. The sun is beginning to set, and the darkness is a welcome reprieve from the sun’s rays.
She groans, “Oooooh, stupid-“ she coughs loudly, ejecting an extra chunk of whatever her last meal was. Apparently it didn’t make it all the way up with everything else from earlier.
A searing pain shoots in the back of her head. She grips it instinctively; trying to do anything she can to dull the pain. She keels over, putting her face in the mud, sobbing.
She wishes she could pass out from the pain again, like last time, but for some reason, the darkness won’t come.
She lies there for a good few hours, letting the sun slip away completely. She can’t help but wonder if she’ll ever see it again. Though really, after earlier, she really isn’t sure she’ll miss it.
With the sun gone though, the cold begins to set in. It doesn’t take long for her to start shivering. Her breath begins quivering, as it gets deeper and deeper. She knows she needs to get up, but she doesn’t have the strength. She sobs in between her deep breaths.
“C’mon…c’mon girl, you can do it,” she tries to will herself to her feet. “I’m-“ she slams one fist down in the mud,” Not-“ she pushes the other one down, “dying-“ she takes a deep breath and holds it, pushing with her knees and gritting her teeth, she comes to her feet. “Not here,” she shakes her head, tears dripping off her chin. She takes a step forward, her hoof sinking into new mud “Not tonight,” and another step, using what little energy she has to keep her balance. She steps with each breath, becoming more and more determined as she goes, “Not in this mud…not in this filth…and not with an empty…bile-ridden…starving…stomach!” Her last step hits solid ground. She grits her teeth and pulls her last foot up and stands on a cool patch of grass. She spins around and yells, “Ha! Take that mud! You can’t!-ooh,” she grabs her head, “Okay hun, no more yelling,” she says in a much calmer voice, bending over and resting one hand on her knee, and leaving the other one to rest on her temple.
While she is attempting to get her world to stop spinning, her hooves are very much enjoying wiggling in the fresh grass she is standing on.
“Okay, think…think. Where am I?” she says to herself, trying to catch her breath.
Her thoughts are as blurry as her vision is. She can’t remember…well, anything.
She shakes her head, “Okay, okay, not important right now. What do I need?”
Her stomach, hearing the question, growls in response.
She starts to nod in agreement, then abruptly realizes the folly in her plan. She groans in pain again.
“Step 1, food, step 1 and a half, head. Yup, I am definitely going to need a new head.”
She sighs, looking around in the darkness. She tries to focus, trying to find anything that looks recognizable. When she strains her eyes, her vision begins to spin, however. She feels her knees weaken and buckle, and she goes down to one knee. “Okay, okay. Maybe the sun in the morning won’t be so bad afterall.” She gently lowers herself to the ground in a sitting position, and lies back on the grass. It’s cold, but not being in the wet mud is nice.
She curls up on the hard ground, wrapping her arms around her knees. She breathes in deeply, then out. She can see her breath. A shiver overtakes her. This is no place to sleep. She doesn't really have a choice though. A few more tears run down her cheeks. She grasps her knees to her chest, and gently tosses her still damp hair over herself, trying to get as warm as possible.
She starts to drift back off to sleep, too weak to fight it. The cold is already seeping into her bones. Her final thought, with a damp face and muddy hair, is wondering how she'll ever survive the night.
Not so far away, hidden in the grass, a pair of green eyes watch her, and wonders the same thing.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 9:57 pm
The rising sun reaches out and gently touches the sleeping femme faun.
“Mm,” she shifts, slowly waking up. It’s too comfortable to get up. Except for the…ground?
Wait, the ground is hard, and cold. Why am I warm, and fuzzy?
She doesn’t dare open her eyes, but feels brave enough to shift her legs. There is definitely something fuzzy laying on them. A very large fuzzy something.
She tries real hard to suppress a squeal, which makes all her muscles tighten up, including her head.
“Ohhh!” she groans, unable to stop herself.
The fuzzy mass shifts.
She bites her tongue, seriously hoping that she didn’t wake up the monster, and freezes.
The movement stops.
Okay, think girl, think. Maybe if I just jump up and run, it can’t catch me.
She mentally prepares herself, and takes a deep breath.
GO!
As fast as the faun can muster, she jumps up to her feet, stumbling more than a little, and kicks the creature a few times, before sprinting off in the first direction her hooves take her.
As she gets to her feet, her eyes open and are met by her old nemesis the sun. She slams them shut and whimpers, too scared to stop. What’s the worst that can happen while running with your eyes closed?
Apparently it’s falling, face first, back into her mud pit.
She whimpers again, clawing around and trying to get back to her feet, but she’s too weak, and the mud is too deep; she can’t get her footing.
She gasps for air, beginning to panic and tries to open her eyes again. The world is spinning, and is still blurry.
No! No! No! Not like this!
She continues to panic, flailing around in the mud, until she hears shuffling behind her.
She freezes again, shutting her eyes hard, and whimpering, again.
Tears start to flow down her cheek, knowing that any second now, she’ll be dead. She just waits for the slap. Or the bite. Maybe it’ll be a claw.
Seconds go by, and nothing happens.
She can’t stand it. “What are you waiting for?!” she yells, trying to open her eyes again. Her tears just make the sun that much brighter.
More seconds go by, and she is now loudly wailing.
Um…are you okay? A soft voice enters her head, distinctly not passing through her ears.
She continues her gasps, but manages to spit a “What…?”
You don’t look okay. A similar but different voice speaks into her head.
She just sits there, too flabbergasted to respond.
Would you like some assistance? The first voice asks again.
She has no idea what to say. “Are you…not a monster?”
There isn’t an immediate response, but she swears she can hear whispers.
Um…we’ll take that as a yes.
She hears some splashing in the mud and immediately freezes as a response. Something soft touches her hoof, then another something touches her calf.
Why are you so cold? It was warm in our cuddle puddle?
“Cuddle…puddle?” she asks dryly, still breathing heavily.
Why are your eyes closed? You could really see a lot better if your eyes weren’t closed.
She isn’t quite sure how to respond.
Do you have too many sleepies in them? I know I always have a hard time opening my eyes in the morning because of sleepies in my eyes.
Her breathing significantly slows. “Who the hell are you?” she asks directly.
Oh, um. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to anger you.
A soft object touches her hand and slides under it.
Follow me.
She is too dumbfounded to not.
Slowly the fuzzy beings lead her back to solid ground, as the faun stays on her hands and knees. Her eyes are beginning to adjust to the light, and she gets brave and opens them to find whatever the hell it is that is helping her.
In front of her there is a single small brown rabbit. Its ear twitches when she looks at it.
“You’re…a talking rabbit?”
Technically, me talking isn’t that unbelieveable, it’s actually you being able to understand me that seems to be the rarer ability.
She sighs, “Fair enough.” She tries to look around, but can only really see a colored mass around her. Her vision is still blurry at anything more than an arm’s length away. She hears a slew of whispers pass through her brain, like the group is talking to each other. “How many of you are there?”
A cuddle puddle’s worth. The rabbit responds straight.
“And…how many is that?” she asks, slightly annoyed at the lack of unit of measurement.
Um, more than an orgy, and less than a get-together?
“An…orgy?” she stares at the fat brown rabbit.
The rabbits ear twitches again Well…we are rabbits.
She smirks, “Fair enough. So then…what are you all doing here?”
Making a cuddle puddle.
The faun sighs, “Okay, yeah. But why *on* me?”
You looked cold, and we couldn’t let you be cold. We figured cuddles would help, didn’t they?
“Well, yeah…”
Are you upset at us for keeping you from the cold? The rabbit asks, confused.
We didn’t mean to be a bother! One of the other rabbits chimes in.
And sorry for scaring you! Another one says.
The voices are starting to get to the faun. She grips the side of her head, “Oh no. No. It’s okay. Just please, only one at a time.”
Sorry! A voice “whispers” in her head.
Me too! An equally quiet voice says.
She smiles, “It’s okay. Thank you.”
She feels a couple of rabbits rub up against her affectionately, and can’t help but reflexively reach down and softly pet one of them.
“You know, you guys are pretty nice.”
A chorus of giggles erupts in her head.
She squeezes her eyes shut in response, but the pain in her temple seems worth it. For the first time since she remembers first waking up, she feels safe, and…happy.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 11:15 pm
The femme faun had sat and chatted with the rabbits for a bit. They were nice enough to gather up some food for her, mostly just a few bites of some leaves and plants, but it felt amazing on her barren stomach. They were also nice enough to guide her over to a large nearby tree, giving her eyes some much needed shade.
The small brown rabbit was now sitting in her arms, as the rest piled all over her legs.
So…you don’t remember anything? he asks her.
“Not a thing. Just waking up in the mud and the blood and the pain. Then passing out on the grass, then…you guys.”
There are some whispers among the rabbits.
So, you don’t know who you are at all? The rabbits asks again.
“No,” the faun sighs.
At…all?
She stares at him, “Why?” she asks.
Well, I don’t know if you know this, given your current mental state, but it’s not really normal for not-rabbits to be able to hear us.
She wrinkles her nose, “Well, I suppose I was wondering about that. Don’t suppose *you* know why I might be able to do that?” She asks, exasperated.
The little brown rabbit is suspiciously quiet for many seconds, it turns its head to look at the other rabbits who all look down at the ground or away from him.
“Do you…?”
Um, well…maybe. He finally answers.
“Maybe?!” She picks up the rabbit and looks him in the face. “Do you know who I am? I’m not an ex-rabbit or something, right?”
The rabbit’s ear twitches No, you are very definitely a not-rabbit
“Okay…so who am I then?” she asks.
We…don’t know exactly. I mean, we do. But we don’t. I don’t suppose you actually remember your name in there somewhere?
The faun sighs, “No.” She lowers the rabbit back down in her lap and looks away from him, trying hard to remember. It doesn’t work though; everything in her head just seems blank. “I can’t remember anything, like I said. If you know *anything* that would be huge. Please! It would help me so much.” She looks back down at the rabbit and touches his back softly. “I mean, you helped me for a reason, didn’t you?”
The rabbit rubs its head against the faun’s tummy affectionately. If you ever need us, we will always come. No reasons needed. Not to say you didn’t have a reason this time, ‘cause you really did.
“Heh,” she smirks.
To answer your question though, we do know a tad about you. I can’t tell you what your name was to the not-rabbits, but I can tell you what we call you: Aldadora.
“Aldadora. That’s a pretty name,” she smiles. “I like Aldadora. I think I might have to borrow that one, until I figure out who I am, and maybe even after that.”
More than a few of the rabbits audibly squeak.
The brown rabbit stands up on its hind legs and puts its ears back, opening its eyes wide, You really mean that? his voice sounds starstruck.
She smiles, “Yeah, it’s a really pretty name. Aldadora.” Her smiling is starting to hurt her head, “Ooh, too much happy.” She rubs her left temple.
All of the rabbits seem to simultaneously snuggle her.
“Oh, you all make it too hard not to be though,” she smiles, but forces herself to keep it small this time.
She pets the brown rabbit. “Okay, so my name is Aldadora, but why do you all have a name for me anyways?”
The rabbits on her legs all turn to look at the brown one. Aldadora isn’t sure what to make of this.
Well, I don’t know how to say this, but, well….you’re our goddess.
She smirks, completely not believing the poor little critter, “Your goddess?”
Yeah…
She stares at the little rabbit for a minute, waiting for him to pull a ‘gotcha.’ He doesn’t. The rabbits are all just staring at her.
Aldadora’s face suddenly goes blank, “Wait, you’re serious?”
Yeah.
“I’m your goddess?”
Yeah.
“Of…rabbits?”
Well…everybody needs somebody to watch over them, don’t you think so?
The faun takes a deep breath, “I feel like I can’t even watch over myself.” She hugs the brown rabbit close to her chest. “So then…I have to ask, what does being your goddess entail?”
The rabbit snuggles up to her You want deity-advice from a rabbit? I don’t know if I have much to offer, but I’d start by suggesting you don’t ask for advice from me.
Aldadora snickers, “Aw, but you were so helpful. All of you are!” She scoops up a bunch of the bunnies and pulls them close. “You guys are the best cuddle puddle I remember ever having!” she grins.
The rabbits all squeal again, and the remaining ones she didn’t pick up jump up in her arms and on her shoulders.
After a few minutes, the group calms down.
“Okay, okay. So I’m your goddess. Does that mean I live with you guys? Do you all have any idea why I was out here wandering around?”
The rabbits all turn and look at each other.
The brown rabbit speaks up again Um, well. We haven’t ever actually *seen* you.
“You’ve never even seen me before?! How did you know it was me? How did you find me??” she asks, flabbergasted.
Well, um, we were kind of pointed in your general direction. We can always feel you, in our souls and hearts, and we all simultaneously felt like something bad happened to you. Then I had a visitor, somebody who said they were very important, and they told me to find you. I figured something was wrong, so we gathered up a cuddle puddle, and went searching for you. We found you! We just, followed our feelings. We were compelled to you. And when we found you. When we cuddled with you, we could just tell, it was our Aldadora.
Aldadora slumps back against the tree. “Apparently I did something awesome in my life to deserve you all,” she smiles at them. “I can never thank you enough.”
Her words are met with many twitching noses.
She pauses after a moment, “So, wait. Somebody sent you? To find me?”
Well, sort of. A small flying non-rabbit creature came and gave me something, said to give it to you. He told me you were somewhere in this general vicinity.
“What did he give you?”
A message on wood. I have it in my home, for safe keeping. We can go get it, once you are feeling better.
Aldadora smiles “I would like that.”
The faun and rabbits return to their snuggling and relaxing in the shade. Aldadora is hoping that this letter will lead her to someone who can help, but deep down, she’s not sure that she’d ever really want to leave her furry friends.
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