by BigWolf643 » Mon Oct 23, 2017 4:23 am
Username: bigwolf643
Prompt used: leaves
Submission:
The creature before her looks like a cat, if a cat was made of leaves and flower instead of fur and bone. Its fur is one of leaves—yellows, reds, and oranges all fading into each other. There is a patch of rot growing on its left flank, leaves drooping and brown. Vines twine around its body, and a bright blue flower blooms above their eye. One-wing isn’t sure if the creature even has a left eye.
“You are looking for the heart, yes?” the creature asks. Its voice is like the death of warmth: the crunch of leaf-rot beneath paws, the faint cries of birds, the whispering branches of a bare tree.
“The heart?” is all One-wing can think to say. Her tail twitches behind her, causing the leaf-rot to lift from the ground, slightly, before settling back down. One dead leaf catches in the feathery tip of her tail, and One-wing resists to urge to claw it off her.
“Of the forest,” the creature explains, “Don’t tell me you don’t know of it? A flightless creature like yourself should know of the heart.” The vines around the creature’s front leg press closer, and the leaves of its pelt seem to breath as it does, rising and falling with its breaths.
“I know of the myths,” One-wing lies. She shifts her paws, the talons of her left forepaw curling into the ground. Leaf-rot snaps and hisses underneath it, and One-wing is reminded of a few days ago, when she and Suncatcher were traveling through the territory of the light-deer. There, too, the leaf-rot had tried to fight back when she dug her talons into it.
Going out on her own had been a mistake, One-wing thinks. She should’ve waited for Suncatcher to wake up.
“The myths?” the creature asks. It lets out a raspy purr, a mix between laughter and the howling of wind. The flower above its eye seems to laugh as well.
Forest-walker. One-wing recoils as the thought hits her, snapping her beak and growling deep in her throat. This creature is a Forest-walker, and it’s talking to her.
“What do you want?” One-wing spits, wing fluttering as she raises it, in some pathetic attempt to make herself scarier. “My partner is a light-deer, and if you do anything, she and her herd will crush you, and the forest you love so much will do nothing to stop them.”
Another lie. Her partner is no more light-deer than One-wing is griffin. She has no herd to speak of, other than her sister, but Riverheart left long ago. Suncatcher looks more cat than a deer, even if she is taller than any cat should be, taller than even One-wing herself, with antlers of wood and light.
But still. You can’t be half cat and still considered a true light-deer.
“A light-deer,” the Forest-walker says with a scoff. One-wing stands her ground, unsheathing her claws and digging them into the leaf-rot. It growls at her.
“Yes, a light-deer,” One-wing says, lifting her head higher. “And anyway, you won’t have to meet her if you tell me what you want.”
“What we all want,” the Forest-walker says, “A safe, happy place to live. And you and your partner are disrupting that, no? Can’t have the two of you killing the heart and escaping!”
“You’re a vile bit of leaf-rot,” One-wing spits. Forest-walkers are the forest personified, yes, but they were once living things, not vessels for leaf-rot. Because of that, they can be killed. Leaf-rot can be burned, after all.
“Am I,” the Forest-walker says. It takes a step towards One-wing, and the griffin hybrid shrieks, launching herself at the Forest-walker. Her wing beats as she digs both claws and talons into the side of the Forest-walker, but the creature simply shakes her off and step to the side, leaves already re-growing where they were torn.
One-wing lands on the ground, panting, and the leaf-rot sticks to her like mud. The vines of the Forest-walker scuttle towards her, and One-wing can’t bring herself to move. Leaf-rot is keeping her stuck in place, and the vines are already twining around her, slipping between gaps in feathers and fur.
She’s hit with memories that aren’t hers. A sunny clearing in the grasslands, singing songs of fire and heart with her littermates. Carving a story into the bone of her mother. Fire, burning the forest away, keeping the leaf-rot out of her home. Dancing through the same fire, laughing and smiling like it’s second nature.
Her sister falling prey to the forest-cats. Unfamiliar words carved into a birch tree, that speak of hopelessness and souls. A bright star in the sky, that the softpaw beside her promises leads home. The forest, digging its roots into her and refusing to let her leave. An adventure to kill the heart, only to be tricked by a Forest-walker like she was tricked by the softpaw.
One-wing lets out a wailing, warbling cry. Suncatcher can’t be far away, she hadn’t been walking long. The vines hit skin and burrow in, and it’s like they’re taking One-wing apart from the inside. Blood trickles out from between her wing-feathers and she wishes she was like the Scalewings of legend, with hearts so strong they could exhale fire and burn leaf-rot alive.
And then something changes. The vines rip out of her and leave her weak and bleeding, but free from the grasp of the Forest. There’s a blinding light to her left, and it feels like the sun has fallen from the sky. The Forest-walker howls, and the trees around One-wing thrash in pain, branches whipping through the wind. The leaf-rot under her withers and dies.
One-wing pushes herself to unsteady paws, and turns to face the light.
Suncatcher. Suncatcher, ears flat against her head, breathing hard, hooves stained with leaf-rot and crushed blue flower. Antlers shining like a soul, so bright and beautiful, a dark mahogany with light twisting and curling around them. The bones of the Forest-walker, bits of deathly white tree bark, lie in a pile, with red leaves like blood strewn around them.
One-wing opens her beak to speak, but nothing comes out but a bit of vine. She snarls and spits and crushes the vine in her talons. When she unfurls them, it slips to the ground and is absorbed by the leaf-rot.
“Hey,” Suncatcher says. She trots over to One-wing and dips her head down so One-wing can nuzzle her.
“I was about to become…” One-wing swallows and trails off, looking back at the white bark that is being eaten by leaf-rot.
“I know,” Suncatcher says. She takes a long, shuttering sigh, tail flicking behind her. “But you didn’t.”
One-wing pulls herself back, “Its heart?” she asks.
Suncatcher starts to walk, back in the direction of the place they’ve been resting at. “The leaf-rot took it,” she says, and then adds, after a moment, “I heard your cry. Robin did, too, but I convinced her to stay behind unless I signaled for help.”
One-wing is filled with relief that Robin is safe. The little bird has a tendency of getting in trouble, and if it wasn’t for Suncatcher, she would’ve died three times by now.
“It used to be a cat,” One-wing says, instead of expressing her gratitude for having Robin stay behind. Suncatcher already knows that. “When it was…you know, I saw its memories. It used to be a cat that danced through fire.”
“A fire-heart?” Suncatcher says, humming her disbelief, “I didn’t know they were still alive.”
One-wing stops to run her beak through her wing, and rip out another bit of vine. Suncatcher watches her, eyes heavy with worry.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Suncatcher asks, butting her head against One-wings wingless side, “We can sit and rest here, if you need.”
“That’d be helpful,” One-wing confesses. Suncatcher nods and slowly lies down, tucking her hooves under her body as she tries to get comfortable. When she finally manages to lower herself to the ground, One-wing cuddles up beside her, throwing her wing over the both of them.
They rest in silence, for a while. One-wing watches the light that swirls around Suncatcher’s antlers, and Suncatcher watches the purple and pinks of dawn bleed into the blues of morning.
“We have to be careful,” One-wing finally says, looking at the four talons on her left forepaw. They’re a deep reddish-brown, stained with the blood of leaf-rot.
“You’re the one who went out alone,” Suncatcher says, with a snort, but there’s worry in it. One-wing croons an apology and twines her tail with Suncatcher’s. Suncatcher grumbles her response, but it’s filled with warmth.
“We’re getting closer,” One-wing continues, and the feathers mixed in with her fur tingle with anticipation, “We’re so close, now, I can almost taste it.”
“I know,” Suncatcher says, deep brown eyes sparkling with glee, “What do you think we’ll find? Ocean? Mountains?”
“Anything but forest, I hope,” One-wing says with a laugh, and then, “I love you.”
Suncatcher licks the side of One-wing’s face. “I love you too,” she says.
The wind tugs at fur and feather, but the two don’t move. They stay there, curled into each other, until the world is right and good again. Only then, once they’re both okay, do they stand and continue on their way home.
R.I.P Peppermint. April 2010-July 3, 2014
You will always be remembered, as a loving, caring best friend, who died too young