On the island of Meith Foraois a harsh summer's rain was blowing in from the sea. It seemed that the gods just wanted to punish all life for even existing on their precious creation of a planet. Great trees held over on their sides, leaves limply flailing in the wind as they were whipped about. The grasses bent to the over all power of the storm, praying to themselves that they did not fall victim to the rising waters. All scent and sense of hearing was whipped out because of the sheer need to survive.
However, in the midst of all this chaos a small bundle lay whimpering in the lip of a small cave. As thunder crackled off in the background, the little being held his body with his arms. Little nubbin's of horns poked out from behind poofy hair of the purest white. Even though it was clumped on his head in a muddy mess, it still had the glow of fresh snow.
Throughout the next set of 'booms' and 'snaps', his tears became more visible and increasingly louder. The little cervitaur just couldn't hold it all in, so it came out in a flood, much like the one outside. His body shivered and his considerably under-fed frame seemed to be supported on skin alone. When exhaustion finally out weighed fear, he fell over onto the mucky ground, at least safe from the rising waters. As he slept, he was ever un-aware of a pair of eyes watching him, blending in well with the darkness.
In the early morning light, he did not wake. He was just to starved to do anything more than whine as he tried to stand. Shakily, he maneuvered his little hooves underneath his body before they gave out on him. With a little plop, he fell to the ground in a crying heap.
"Why do you cry, little one?" A voice filled with such melody crept over him, filling him with immediate warmth but with it came slight fear.
He heard no hoof steps or padding, nor did he hear the flapping of wings. The little one spun around with what strength he had to stare at empty space. His rather large crystalline blue eyes seemed to be mis-guiding him along with his brain. What was going on?!
"Do you not speak when you are spoken to?" This was definitely heard with a slight shift in the corner, like a large mass was being moved with a mere shove. The voice now had a definite hiss behind it's subtle appearance that sent shivers down his spine.
"Wh-who are you?" He gulped and rubbed his pale arms for a little warmth, since the brief happiness of earlier had left behind a cold reality.
"I am merely one who wishes to help you," All of the 's's were held out, like a long tongue just couldn't pronounce them right. As the figure slithered into the light, the little cervitaur wanted to bolt.
A dark crimson naga was staring him down with a smirk ever present on her face. Not a part on her wasn't a blood like color, from the top of her head to the tips of her nails. All except for her eyes; those pits of inky black that seemed to suck up his very soul. Her top was that of a simple white wrap tied between her breasts, probably cloth stolen from a victim. With the fresh rain gone, the over all stench of the cave was overwhelming his young senses and she appeared to have a direct notice of this. Her scales were a horrid looking sight. They did not shine, nor did they glisten. Each one looked like a rusted knife just waiting to cut you and inject it's disease. "What's the matter, boy?"
His little puff of a tail seemed to be fanned out to the extreme as all of his hair was standing on end. "Please, don't eat me." Trails of tears were making their way down his already moist face, blending in with the patch of dirt down on his chin.
She seemed to find something funny in this for a roaring laughing erupted from her slender chest. "For one so small, you sure do fit the bill of innocence! "A gentle smile appeared on her traitorous lips as she slid closer to him with one hand behind her back. When he back away, she sighed. " I mean you no harm, little legged one." Laughing, she pulled her arm out to reveal two ripe apples.
He perked up almost instantly and tried to stand, but once again fell. His mouth turned up into a pout but before a cry could come from his lips, an apple slice was shoved into mouth. Blinking, he looked up to find the naga with a dagger in her hand and the rest of the apple in the other. "No crying, understand? You can stay here for as long as you like but you have to listen to whatever I tell you."
He nodded fervently and gobbled up every piece of fruit that was placed before him. With the fine morning rays coming in on him, the little cervitaur absolutely glowed. His darker chocolate body was only disrupted by tan spots alone his spinal cord and a mass of them on his rump, along with the little white socks around his hooves. When he looked up at her, his eyes were so full of absolute gratitude and love that one who have to be absolutely cold hearted not to love them.
Even as she left him to go hunting on her own, he couldn't help but explore around the small cavern. How had she come out from the back when it was this small? And she could stand up tall without scraping her head. Well, upon further inspection, the small cave lead to a deeper set of tunnels that widened out to a rather large hold in the ground. It was huge!
He giggled and leapt over some smaller warm springs before taking a dip in the largest hot spring in the dead center. It seemed to take up half of the space with it's enormous girth but still left enough room for a pack of wolftaur's to easily live in there. It had the distinct aroma of lilac, which bothered him to no end because he couldn't find a single living plant in the enter place. Directly above him, was carved a hold above the largest spring, illuminating the entire room with a glorious holy light and lighting the spring like a spotlight. On each spot of which you'd like to think was a pot hole, only became apparent that there was no such thing. Instead it was cut into trenches all throughout the cave. It looked like stone veins, bursting to life with their watery blood.
The little one yawned, stretching his arms high above his head like that of a cat before curling up on the ground for a little nap. It was there that he was lifted from the cold ground and up into twig like arms. For the briefest moment he struggled, to freaked out to do much of anything before someone 'ssshed' him and he fell back into a deep sleep.
When next he awoke he was still wrapped up in the arms of earlier but instead of the steamy underground, he was outside the cave on a bed of leaves, basking in the late evening sun. After the intense rains, the world seemed to be at peace now. The damp earth had a rich smell now. To him, it was like the smell of salted meat, kinda tangy but refreshing none the less. The landscape looked a bit worn and water was everywhere, but signs of life flourished. Chirping birds brought a smile to his face as they whizzed by. Small flower buds seemed to make their little patch of earth pop with a promise of the future.
The naga sighed, the tip of her tail twitching as she leaned back against the rock. He looked over to her and smiled, in turn making her smile back.
"Sleep well, little one?" He nodded enthusiastically and she held up a vine of purple grapes while a low stream of giggles escaped her lips. "Eat well, you need your strength." She closed her obsidian eyes as the little one ate up his meal, vine included. When done, she found him tugging at her arm with a sad look in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Why did you help me?" He whispered, lowering his gaze to her scaled lower half while he twiddled his fingers. "You didn't have to but you did-"
He stopped dead when he felt her hands run through his hair. She was smiling warmly, an actual glitter forming in her eyes. "I lost my own child not a day before you appeared before my cave, "She pulled him close and nestled her face into his hair, breathing in the fresh earthy scent of him." I guess your like my own child."
"But I'm not a naga." He stated rather bluntly.
She nodded, "I know, I know but that doesn't matter. What we are on the outside doesn't matter."
"It doesn't?"
"Of course it doesn't," Her voice was getting lower and he realized that the death it had smelt earlier was not from the cave itself, but from the being it held. The fresh blood that was covering her scales had gone un-noticed until now, when his own fur was covered in it. He shivered and felt disgust rising up from his stomach. "Shh, it's alright, little one. It's all going to be over very soon. You see, when my egg was laid, I gave up my hunting time to watch after it and when it hatched, I felt so happy. Until, that is, he died. I've been so very weak and so very tired for so long....” Her breath was in a low, uneasy stream that almost proclaimed death.
"Please," He turned around and wrapped his arms around her neck, crying hard into her shoulder. "Please, don't leave me! I don't want to be alone again!"
She shook her head and hugged him weakly. "You won't be, so long as you keep your light. Your so bright and holy, I couldn't stand it to have you tainted." A slow smile drawled on her lips. "That's perfect. From now on, your name shall be Fiore."
He cocked his eyebrow and pulled away from her to attempt a smile. "Fiore? I like it."
She nodded, her arms falling limp at her sides.
Fiore panicked. He tried shaking her, but all she did was moan and she wouldn't respond vocally. "Please," He cried, "At least tell me your name."
"Silindal," She hissed, "My name is Silindal."
He nodded and slowly made his way off from the dead naga, head downcast and his arms clasped infront of him. A few words escaped his lips before he lifted his tear filled gaze to the heavens and full moon above.
However, in the midst of all this chaos a small bundle lay whimpering in the lip of a small cave. As thunder crackled off in the background, the little being held his body with his arms. Little nubbin's of horns poked out from behind poofy hair of the purest white. Even though it was clumped on his head in a muddy mess, it still had the glow of fresh snow.
Throughout the next set of 'booms' and 'snaps', his tears became more visible and increasingly louder. The little cervitaur just couldn't hold it all in, so it came out in a flood, much like the one outside. His body shivered and his considerably under-fed frame seemed to be supported on skin alone. When exhaustion finally out weighed fear, he fell over onto the mucky ground, at least safe from the rising waters. As he slept, he was ever un-aware of a pair of eyes watching him, blending in well with the darkness.
In the early morning light, he did not wake. He was just to starved to do anything more than whine as he tried to stand. Shakily, he maneuvered his little hooves underneath his body before they gave out on him. With a little plop, he fell to the ground in a crying heap.
"Why do you cry, little one?" A voice filled with such melody crept over him, filling him with immediate warmth but with it came slight fear.
He heard no hoof steps or padding, nor did he hear the flapping of wings. The little one spun around with what strength he had to stare at empty space. His rather large crystalline blue eyes seemed to be mis-guiding him along with his brain. What was going on?!
"Do you not speak when you are spoken to?" This was definitely heard with a slight shift in the corner, like a large mass was being moved with a mere shove. The voice now had a definite hiss behind it's subtle appearance that sent shivers down his spine.
"Wh-who are you?" He gulped and rubbed his pale arms for a little warmth, since the brief happiness of earlier had left behind a cold reality.
"I am merely one who wishes to help you," All of the 's's were held out, like a long tongue just couldn't pronounce them right. As the figure slithered into the light, the little cervitaur wanted to bolt.
A dark crimson naga was staring him down with a smirk ever present on her face. Not a part on her wasn't a blood like color, from the top of her head to the tips of her nails. All except for her eyes; those pits of inky black that seemed to suck up his very soul. Her top was that of a simple white wrap tied between her breasts, probably cloth stolen from a victim. With the fresh rain gone, the over all stench of the cave was overwhelming his young senses and she appeared to have a direct notice of this. Her scales were a horrid looking sight. They did not shine, nor did they glisten. Each one looked like a rusted knife just waiting to cut you and inject it's disease. "What's the matter, boy?"
His little puff of a tail seemed to be fanned out to the extreme as all of his hair was standing on end. "Please, don't eat me." Trails of tears were making their way down his already moist face, blending in with the patch of dirt down on his chin.
She seemed to find something funny in this for a roaring laughing erupted from her slender chest. "For one so small, you sure do fit the bill of innocence! "A gentle smile appeared on her traitorous lips as she slid closer to him with one hand behind her back. When he back away, she sighed. " I mean you no harm, little legged one." Laughing, she pulled her arm out to reveal two ripe apples.
He perked up almost instantly and tried to stand, but once again fell. His mouth turned up into a pout but before a cry could come from his lips, an apple slice was shoved into mouth. Blinking, he looked up to find the naga with a dagger in her hand and the rest of the apple in the other. "No crying, understand? You can stay here for as long as you like but you have to listen to whatever I tell you."
He nodded fervently and gobbled up every piece of fruit that was placed before him. With the fine morning rays coming in on him, the little cervitaur absolutely glowed. His darker chocolate body was only disrupted by tan spots alone his spinal cord and a mass of them on his rump, along with the little white socks around his hooves. When he looked up at her, his eyes were so full of absolute gratitude and love that one who have to be absolutely cold hearted not to love them.
Even as she left him to go hunting on her own, he couldn't help but explore around the small cavern. How had she come out from the back when it was this small? And she could stand up tall without scraping her head. Well, upon further inspection, the small cave lead to a deeper set of tunnels that widened out to a rather large hold in the ground. It was huge!
He giggled and leapt over some smaller warm springs before taking a dip in the largest hot spring in the dead center. It seemed to take up half of the space with it's enormous girth but still left enough room for a pack of wolftaur's to easily live in there. It had the distinct aroma of lilac, which bothered him to no end because he couldn't find a single living plant in the enter place. Directly above him, was carved a hold above the largest spring, illuminating the entire room with a glorious holy light and lighting the spring like a spotlight. On each spot of which you'd like to think was a pot hole, only became apparent that there was no such thing. Instead it was cut into trenches all throughout the cave. It looked like stone veins, bursting to life with their watery blood.
The little one yawned, stretching his arms high above his head like that of a cat before curling up on the ground for a little nap. It was there that he was lifted from the cold ground and up into twig like arms. For the briefest moment he struggled, to freaked out to do much of anything before someone 'ssshed' him and he fell back into a deep sleep.
When next he awoke he was still wrapped up in the arms of earlier but instead of the steamy underground, he was outside the cave on a bed of leaves, basking in the late evening sun. After the intense rains, the world seemed to be at peace now. The damp earth had a rich smell now. To him, it was like the smell of salted meat, kinda tangy but refreshing none the less. The landscape looked a bit worn and water was everywhere, but signs of life flourished. Chirping birds brought a smile to his face as they whizzed by. Small flower buds seemed to make their little patch of earth pop with a promise of the future.
The naga sighed, the tip of her tail twitching as she leaned back against the rock. He looked over to her and smiled, in turn making her smile back.
"Sleep well, little one?" He nodded enthusiastically and she held up a vine of purple grapes while a low stream of giggles escaped her lips. "Eat well, you need your strength." She closed her obsidian eyes as the little one ate up his meal, vine included. When done, she found him tugging at her arm with a sad look in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Why did you help me?" He whispered, lowering his gaze to her scaled lower half while he twiddled his fingers. "You didn't have to but you did-"
He stopped dead when he felt her hands run through his hair. She was smiling warmly, an actual glitter forming in her eyes. "I lost my own child not a day before you appeared before my cave, "She pulled him close and nestled her face into his hair, breathing in the fresh earthy scent of him." I guess your like my own child."
"But I'm not a naga." He stated rather bluntly.
She nodded, "I know, I know but that doesn't matter. What we are on the outside doesn't matter."
"It doesn't?"
"Of course it doesn't," Her voice was getting lower and he realized that the death it had smelt earlier was not from the cave itself, but from the being it held. The fresh blood that was covering her scales had gone un-noticed until now, when his own fur was covered in it. He shivered and felt disgust rising up from his stomach. "Shh, it's alright, little one. It's all going to be over very soon. You see, when my egg was laid, I gave up my hunting time to watch after it and when it hatched, I felt so happy. Until, that is, he died. I've been so very weak and so very tired for so long....” Her breath was in a low, uneasy stream that almost proclaimed death.
"Please," He turned around and wrapped his arms around her neck, crying hard into her shoulder. "Please, don't leave me! I don't want to be alone again!"
She shook her head and hugged him weakly. "You won't be, so long as you keep your light. Your so bright and holy, I couldn't stand it to have you tainted." A slow smile drawled on her lips. "That's perfect. From now on, your name shall be Fiore."
He cocked his eyebrow and pulled away from her to attempt a smile. "Fiore? I like it."
She nodded, her arms falling limp at her sides.
Fiore panicked. He tried shaking her, but all she did was moan and she wouldn't respond vocally. "Please," He cried, "At least tell me your name."
"Silindal," She hissed, "My name is Silindal."
He nodded and slowly made his way off from the dead naga, head downcast and his arms clasped infront of him. A few words escaped his lips before he lifted his tear filled gaze to the heavens and full moon above.
