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Aresenn
Juggernaut
Professor
09-10-2023, 06:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-10-2023, 07:00 PM by Aresenn. Edited 2 times in total.)
He hadn’t completely recovered in the days following his reunion with Sephiran, but the herbs he received from the encounter had certainly helped speed the process along. When he was well enough to travel, he was eager to get out of the mines and back into the world. There wasn’t a specific direction he initially had in mind, but it often seemed that he found himself wandering toward the forest that had once belonged to his father’s family. Not that he had any real attachment to the territory other than what had been described to him by one of his eldest half-siblings. That was Vulcan’s story, not his own. It still left him with questions of what could have been had he been born earlier in time.
The lingering thoughts of another time were unfortunately put aside as he heard a racket of something struggling followed by a vaguely familiar voice. Curious as to what was going on, he quietly drifted in the direction the commotion had originated from. What he saw was nearly unbelievable. A young doe with what appeared to be a broken leg had somehow managed to gain the higher ground in a scuffle with the mousy girl he had previously met near the willow trees. She behaved like prey then, and she was doing the exact same thing now. It was more annoying to watch than anything.
What he hadn’t expected, was the redirection towards him. As the girl- Vaia, he thought her name was- surrendered her space to the doeling, she attempted to evade it by sidestepping. He lingered ever closer to the pair, drawn in by the anticipation of a kill. He circled around behind her, weaving through the trees preparing to strike. The surprise came when she suddenly stumbled backward… straight into him. Bumping into wasn’t a terrible offense, it was the demeanor she carried that bothered him the most. “Move!” He barked at her before lunging over the top of the girl- if she got out of his way or not.
Perhaps the Doe had been so entranced in its defense toward the smaller fae, it didn’t notice the true threat lingering in the shadows. However, there was very little that it could do for itself at that moment. Aresenn caught it head-on, gripping its throat and slamming the small injured deer to the ground. In reality, this was the greatest kindness it could be offered. If it didn’t struggle, he’d dispatch it quickly- saving it a drawn-out existence of agony. The Praetor clamped his jaws down over its jugular until the animal had gone still. In mere moments, its life had faded from existence.
Releasing his hold, he turned back to face Vaia with blood dripping from his jaws- down his face and chest, staining his already russet fur. His annoyance bubbled over into something beyond his control fueled by his temper and bloodlust. “How can something be so helpless!? You were being attacked by a deer! Not even a big deer! If I hadn’t witnessed it for myself, I wouldn’t have believed it.” He seethed at her, leaving the doe carcass behind him as he moved to close the distance between himself and the girl.
"Aresenn Praetor"
The lingering thoughts of another time were unfortunately put aside as he heard a racket of something struggling followed by a vaguely familiar voice. Curious as to what was going on, he quietly drifted in the direction the commotion had originated from. What he saw was nearly unbelievable. A young doe with what appeared to be a broken leg had somehow managed to gain the higher ground in a scuffle with the mousy girl he had previously met near the willow trees. She behaved like prey then, and she was doing the exact same thing now. It was more annoying to watch than anything.
What he hadn’t expected, was the redirection towards him. As the girl- Vaia, he thought her name was- surrendered her space to the doeling, she attempted to evade it by sidestepping. He lingered ever closer to the pair, drawn in by the anticipation of a kill. He circled around behind her, weaving through the trees preparing to strike. The surprise came when she suddenly stumbled backward… straight into him. Bumping into wasn’t a terrible offense, it was the demeanor she carried that bothered him the most. “Move!” He barked at her before lunging over the top of the girl- if she got out of his way or not.
Perhaps the Doe had been so entranced in its defense toward the smaller fae, it didn’t notice the true threat lingering in the shadows. However, there was very little that it could do for itself at that moment. Aresenn caught it head-on, gripping its throat and slamming the small injured deer to the ground. In reality, this was the greatest kindness it could be offered. If it didn’t struggle, he’d dispatch it quickly- saving it a drawn-out existence of agony. The Praetor clamped his jaws down over its jugular until the animal had gone still. In mere moments, its life had faded from existence.
Releasing his hold, he turned back to face Vaia with blood dripping from his jaws- down his face and chest, staining his already russet fur. His annoyance bubbled over into something beyond his control fueled by his temper and bloodlust. “How can something be so helpless!? You were being attacked by a deer! Not even a big deer! If I hadn’t witnessed it for myself, I wouldn’t have believed it.” He seethed at her, leaving the doe carcass behind him as he moved to close the distance between himself and the girl.
