Invaded and Ambushed (Iraine's POV) by Reindeer-King
It had been quite some time since Something went Wrong.
Hooves pound against the sodden ground, heading deep into the forest. The owner of the hooves, a young, mystical looking deer, soon comes up on a clearing with two figures messing around.
“Iraine! I-Iraine!”
It cries, slowing to a tired trot. The older of the two figures, a tall fawn, stands and turns to address the deer with a slight bow.
“Speak, messenger. What’s wrong?”
“It’s Dark Brink, his forces have breached the forest’s left side!”
Iraine’s face hardens, and then softens again upon registering a tiny hand curl around his own.
“Papa? What’s wrong?”
He looks down at his son with a smile.
“Everything’s alright son, don’t worry.”
Carefully, he picks his son up and places him on the back of the messenger deer.
“Take him home and make sure everyone’s on guard. And make sure someone is protecting Eliza and the boys.”
With a nod, the deer gallops off into the distance, leaving the fawn alone to seek out the source of the problem. It didn’t take him long. Only after a few minutes of searching, he had found the dark spirit’s right hand. The Victorian man stands in the middle of a small clearing, facing away from Iraine. He hums quietly before finally turning, acting oblivious.
(cont. in comments)
#DTWiraine
#DTWmortikai
#RKstories
#lineless #deer #fawn #tailcoat #tophat #forest #trees #grass
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10 Jan, 2018, 10:24 pm
“Oh! Iraine, how nice to see you! Ah, sorry, my bad.”
He swiftly bows, a dark grin on his lips.
“Greetings, Reindeer King. I wondered when you’d come down from your throne and grace us.”
At that moment, various shifters emerge from the shadows, surrounding the clearing. There was no getting out of this. Snorting softly, he dons a bravado.
“What, grace these filthy servants of yours, o’ Prince of Cats?”
“You say that, but where are yours? I see no children of big papa White Stag, only a little lost fawn.”
“The only lost one here is you and your lackeys. Leave before you do something you regret. You know that your forces will never take over the Sanctuary, not as long as there’s a Guardian here.”
With a laugh, Dark Brink’s right hand draws a dagger from his belt, grin almost curling like his master’s.
“Then we’ll just have to change that, won’t we?”
Grimacing, Iraine takes a stance, puffing his chest out.
“Come on then! Let your lackeys have a taste of Guardian blood!”
(To be continued...)
11 Jan, 2018, 12:39 pm
(and by to be continued I mean in another part XD
in case no one got that ;w;)
11 Jan, 2018, 2:03 pm
Ooh, this is epic! It was so much fun to read through, I love your writing style. X)
Dark Brink gonna kill peopllllleeee--
13 Jan, 2018, 11:56 pm
Ooooh, cool drawing, dude!
14 Jan, 2018, 12:51 pm
Reply: THANK YOOU
16 Jan, 2018, 6:29 am
Re: thnx so much!!!!
19 Jan, 2018, 4:57 pm
Re: if you are going to enter i’d love to see what you’ll make your characters are always very intrestresting ^^
19 Jan, 2018, 7:51 pm
re: many, many thanks for your comment, i appreciate this very much!