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Posted by orestes-dauphine on November 10, 2008, 1:57 am
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He was getting bigger, stronger…stranger.
“We’re going to play a game.” And nothing could be seen but the fluorescent white of his teeth and the flash of golden eyes that narrowed dangerously on the girl. Dauphine could only watch, mesmerized by his pale face that now revealed itself as the sun peeked from behind a curtain of gray clouds. The forest seemed hollow and glasslike now as the sunlight filtered through the heavy rain that continued to fall. All around them it hissed and popped, the raindrops hitting the thick leathery leaves of the plants that survived the winter, the ground still frozen underneath their feet. As the rain hit his bloodless skin it steamed with a heat that radiated from within, and the boy curled his lip now as the light fully rested on his poised body. Dauphine’s one gold-brown eye widening slightly to see the feral rise of his nature.
“Run.” Was the only warning she got before she turned and did as told, her little legs finding the grace and strength every deer possessed naturally to escape whatever sadistic plan Orestes had in mind.
“Stop!” Dauphine bleated, screaming as she tore a new path through the foliage with Orestes dogging on her heels. She was very fast and finally able to outrun him but she knew he was persistent and so she delved into a more natural routine by weaving through the trees and leaping as long and as wide as she could to distort the path between them. Stopping only when she could no longer hear the boy close behind her. Quickly now, Dauphine found a thick bush and made her way into it to hide, her soft mewling quieting down now as she peeked out between the branches to carefully watch the path she made to get there.
With the wind she hoped it would wipe the scent, yet somehow Dauphine knew that Orestes would not give up just because he could not see her. He was, afterall, a child born into death and surrounded by it—if anyone knew the distinction between one or the other, it would be him.
“I can feel you.” Orestes hummed, feeling a strange, thrilling pulse through every grain of dirt underneath his feet. His senses never seemed more alive now as he surveyed the area with his basilisk eyes. Dauphine felt a shudder run through her body now as he stepped close. “I can smell you.” He gruffly said now, eyes focusing on the bush that shook without the help of the breeze. A breeze of which, was non-existent.
“Dauphine…” He spoke, his voice lurking through the vowels of her name menacingly, taking the time to pronounce her name in a way that would make her blood run cold.
She couldn’t take it, the fear and anticipation drove her from the bushes like a scared rabbit and the fawn sprang over the dead log neighboring her hiding spot before she disappeared down the slope of the hill. The other side was more steep, more treacherous, and it lead down into Desreal where a cold icy river cut a path around the hill. Orestes was faster down the hill than going up it, more sure-footed in his pursuit of the deer. Dauphine screamed now when she realized it was no longer a game and that Orestes was quite serious. This realization set in an even more flighty nature and she moved faster and faster to get away from him until the very bottom where she went to jump and found very little strength to get over the overly large fallen tree that blocked her path.
Trapped.
“Dauphine!”
“Orestes!” Beltane’s face peeked underneath the coniferous hang of branches to look inside the canopied thicket. The white colt came to a sliding crunch against Dauphine, surprised to see his mother find them so quickly. That part didn’t matter however, the look on Beltane’s face was angry and unforgiving now.
“Bel-Bel!” Dauphine squeaked, wriggling away from Orestes and using him as leverage to crawl over the log to get to the other side. The fawn mewled with satisfaction, sinking down against the mare’s leg exhausted. Orestes huffed. “We were playing a game mother.” He spoke smoothly, eyeing her almost innocently. Beltane’s smoldering eyes refused to lighten. “You, back to the ocean, now.” She commanded sharply.
Orestes began to move over the log before she side-stepped, blocking him. “Back up the hill.” She said, motioning towards the treacherous path that looked almost mountainous from this view. The hill was so steep that he laughed—she had to be joking right?
“Haha, funny mother.” Orestes moved to get over the log once more but Beltane snapped at his face. “So funny you better start walking or you’ll never get home.”
“You’re insane!” He cried.
“Don’t confuse insanity with psychosis; the difference being, I won’t feel guilty if you get eaten by a mountain lion on your way home but you’ll feel it for trying to hunt your sister every step of the way.”
With that, Orestes turned around slowly and began his long trip home.
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