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Featuring Letka
Mentioning NPC Fawn's
Winter, 759 of the New Age
Inside the Warren.
Letka's word Count, 1497


Days had been hard, with the changes around Oakfern she had pushed herself to nearly the breaking point. Her parents were hard, never ceasing in their efforts in conditioning their daughter for the trials ahead. She had to be strong, she had to be quick, she knew this was harsh, downright brutal on what they made her do, day in and day out. She knew, while they were proud of her, they had wished for a son, the status would have been better, he could join the ranks of the elite, the guards of the king himself.

That in itself for the fawns was the right they felt they deserved, she did not fault them for this thought, for she herself felt the very same at times. If she were a stag, things would be better, her parents would look upon her with more pride. It was why she never objected to what they put her through, the light doe could not do all they asked, often disappointing them with her lack of body, or skill.

This had hardened her, perhaps warping her own mind on how she should be. How things should be, though her woes on her inability dragged upon her very mind. The cool winds of winter were upon them, the chill would shake her when they had her set about the damp caverns and tunnels. Nothing ever froze, but it was just cold. She hated it, she missed the warmth, but it did slow down the large snakes of the area giving more room for exploration, if you were daring.

And during the winter, that was when her parents were more so.

It was hard, but worth it, she would be a better doe, she just had to give it time and endure, just endure. If she took their teachings to heart she would improve, and she could be a better doe, more worthy of their affections.

Letka had settled in for the night, her parents tyrannical ways ceasing for another day, everyone had bed down for the evening, Letka's exhausted body included. The chill of the outside glided through the tunnels, the breeze hitting her ears that she brought flat to her head. She loathed winter but her exhaustion was too much to hold onto and within seconds of her grumbled thought she was lost in the seas of unconsciousness.

But her unconsciousness didn't mean it gave way to anything restful.

Letka...

Her eyes 'opened' to the darkness surrounding her, no, it was suffocating her, trying to press against her like a nasty wet blanket, the only thing the doe could see was the soft pool of water ahead, inviting, almost too inviting. The glow off it's tranquil waves beckoning her closer.

Come, come...

The whisper was soft, but 'slid' away with a soft hiss in it's tone. But the only light she could see, the only light in this godforsaken darkness, she had no choice. "Fine. I'll come." She mumbled her dainty hooves tacking softly against the hard 'floor' of the abysmal place. The stinging scent of salt hit her nose, the ocean? She was unsure as she came to the edge of the pool that seemed to stretch for miles before her, it's glow welcoming and almost warm in the dampt darkness of the area. She knew, somewhere deep within herself, she understood this wasn't real, she had fallen asleep, that whisper wasn't real, the water wasn't either. "What is this."

Come upon the water...

"Not until you tell me what the hell this is."

Must you need to analyze everything?

"Only a fool would take a random voice's calling with no real idea whats happening. Show yourself!"

If I were Gealach, what say you then?

"I'd say your a damn liar."

There was a chuckle, boisterous but soft, as bubbles rose and popped along the waters surface as the water seemed to shift and churn, the soft waves above showing the movement, the doe frowned, her demonic markings only seeming to glow brighter upon her disgust. Her question not yet answered and further irritating her and fraying her patience. Dream or no dream, she would receive an answer! "Speak, fool! I have not the patience or the time!"

Traverse the water, your questions shall be answered, you must trust.

"I trust no one. RISE!"

Her last bark caused the water the boil, glowing bodies rising, eels... hundreds of them, and in the center of the masses one massive Eel looking amused, if you could see a fish was amused. "Finally." she stood before the creatures, glaring down at them, like a master to disobedient servants. "You must trust that I don't have them time for your games."

Games? I play no games... We play no games.

The once hundreds of slammer eels merged into two more large bodies, leaving her three large, if smug eel's just barely gracing the surface before her, she refused to show any fear. Though her anxiety was rising. Gealach wouldn't show himself as an eel.. never--

Your worry is growing.

Your unease, your insecure...

Traverse the water, come...

"Feh.." She almost spat, she figured they were trying to put fear into her belly, she defiantly objected doing anything they asked, but to not do so, only showed her growing anxiety further. They seemed to feed upon it.

You will never hear him...

She turned to glare at them with that little bit.

He will never love you...

"Why would I need his love."

That's all you desire, it's your purpose, your reason to be.

She screwed up her nose with that, she wanted so badly to hear him, to hear Gealach and tell her what she was doing was worth it, what she did mattered. That regardless of what her parents said she was the vision he saw upon her birth. She had a reason to be. She felt her mouth run dry, licking her lips didn't help as the doe took a step back, more into the darkness, away from their words. They were following, not in body, but in their words.

You are not the fawn your parents wanted...

She wasn't a stag, not the idea of what they saw that could get them the respect they so wanted. So deserved. No matter what she did, the blood and swear and tears, she would never be a stag. Never...

But you have us..

Yes you have us.

We would never judge your worthlessness, come... come to the water, come down tot he debts and let us ease your suffering. Let us ease your pain.

She felt unsteady, some part of her almost wanted to listen.

Your tired, exhausted, come take a rest.

The water is warm.

It's okay.

She frowned, they were trying to drown her, those six eyes looking to her from the pristine water they had settled themselves in. Like the knew better, like they knew her.. no.. NO "No."

No?

What do you mean no?

Speak--

"You can say what you like, but I would never allow something like this to break me. Something like you three? Please." She glared at them and tossed her man before taking a step forward, placing herself back where she had once stood. "I am tired, I am restless and weak, but I would never allow you to take me. You are very much mistaken boys." She leaned forward and smirked. "It takes more than your words to make me fall apart." then, she took a step out, stepping upon the surface of the water, but... the water was solid. It was like glass. Satisfied and smug, now, the doe proceeded forward, much to the confusion of the Eel that turned to follow. It did not waver, it did not yield, it obeyed. "This is my mind, thus you are mine." She said flatly.

Her once unsure steps turned to ones of pride, of confidence, the doe before them had shook off their taunts as simply as one would shake off the rolling droplets of water. Even as they followed her, before her hooves or at her sides, the water did nothing but hold her, a messiah among the heathens. She understood herself, her faults and her unease, her doubts her frustrations, but they, they would not be the ones to bring her down. No. They would be tools, tools for her to rise like a phoenix out of the ashes. "You will obey.. and if you can't obey, I will teach you, and I am not a doe to fuck with." She stopped and turned on a hoof and stopped down upon the 'glass' "It's that understood!? I demand obedience!"

Confusion speak amongst them was thick, but heads nodded slowly.. ever so slowly.

TOO SLOWLY...

"SPEAK!"

We shall listen..

We shall Obey...

Silly girl... we understand, and Obey.


"Mmm.. good... Momma loves obedient boys."

Winter, 759 of the New Age
Inside the Warren.


Dreams...

Art is here: Obey
Letka is here: Letka I Doe I Herbalist in Training
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Tigglesaurus's avatar
And that, ladies and gentlefawns, is why we dont eat mushrooms before bed! Buh, creepy talking eels are creepy. <3