~Building [Seah vs. Pygmy Cattle]
Aug 2, 2011 23:48:45 GMT -5
Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Aug 2, 2011 23:48:45 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/color][/left]A shining new era
Is tiptoeing nearer
When Seah opened his eyes the next morning, tiny brown ears perked up out of the grass right next to his face. He didn't move for a long minute. He rested lazily in the long grasses, using his bag as a makeshift pillow despite the smell of meat taking over. It wafted up through the fabric, reminding him that he wasn't back home in his not-so-comfortable bed, if the hard ground wasn't enough of a reminder already. When he moved, his neck and back were shocked with slight pains. The boy's grayish green eyes stared at the oddly ominous black ones, narrowing as if to warn the rabbit off.
Stupid thing, it wouldn't leave him alone. Wilson, he called it. Or perhaps it was another creature entirely, and the whole species was simply determined to mock him until he died. It seemed to be a foolish thought in itself - the rabbit looked exactly the same, and he hadn't seen any others since its appearance yesterday.
"Whaddyawant?" he mumbled, his fingers stretching out over the grasses to locate the sword. Cold metal met his touch, and his filthy hand circled the hilt lightly, though he didn't make a move.
Laying there, his head rested on the blood-covered bag. Contorted onto his side, a fire rushed through his veins that he could not understand. The feeling dominated him, taking over whatever sleepy, dazed feeling that sleep had given him.
"I told you to go away."
As if the thought of ordering the creature around wasn't bizarre enough, the rabbit had a diligence about him. As many times as Seah Storstrand had flung himself towards the thing, held out his hand to it, talked to it, yelled, it refused to leave. It may have fled from his grasp too many times to count, but it never left his sight.
"What's so special about me, huh? Am I interesting? Something wonderfully captivating? I'll tell you this, you stupid rabbit, there is nothing special about me. Do you understand that? I'm the boring one in my family. I train, I don't talk to anybody, I mind my own business, I don't do well in school, and I shut up and do whatever the hell they tell me. As far as I can see, I can't even fucking think for myself. Go stalk somebody else. Somebody who's actually interesting," he seethed, sitting up and twirling the sword around in his hand. "Now, or I'll kill you. I said I wouldn't, but you don't seem to learn."
Seah kicked at the thing with his right foot, aiming to shove it out of the way and send it a message, but it hardly moved three feet. He aimed another kick, harder this time, meaning to shove it a bit. But when he lifted his foot back, he saw one of its tiny eyes, crushed and bloody from the blow to its head. The creature's small rabbit feet hurried away from him a good distance, leaving him with a semblance of peace.
But it still wasn't enough.
"I don't want to look at you anymore! Don't you get it? I hate you, fucking rabbit, and I wasn't lying when I said I wanted you to die."
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The boy's sword, dormant in his hand until then, lashed violently towards the tiny creature. It stabbed through its furry body once, twice, three, four, too many times to count. When he finally stepped away from the thing, blood dripped from his sword and pieces of rabbit littered the ground, complete with hair, skin, and muscle, none of it even near to its original form.
"I told you."