Allso Posted January 23, 2022 Author Share Posted January 23, 2022 As the words 'Murderer' processed in Rannoch's dazed mind, Thistle flinched as if Hawthorne had stabbed him with his antlers. "M- murderer!? YOU THINK I KILLED HIM?" Thistle bellowed, pain edging his voice. Rannoch looked at Thistle's bloodstained coat with unease and turned to Hawthorne. "You heartless MONSTER! YOU KILLED OUR FATHER! Look at his coat, It's filled with horn wounds!" Hawthorne cried out, Rannoch's gaze shifting to Brechin's torn body. Thistle's tear creased eyes fell on his father, hooves trembling. "I- I- would never-" Thistle sputtered, Hawthorne's eye shifting angrily to him. "Don't say ANOTHER WORD. I never want to see you again. NEVER" Hawthorne spat and lowered his antlers. He stamped a hoof and without another warning he charged the unmoving Thistle. Thistle, stricken with grief tumbled over with a bleat of pain. "s- stoP!-" He choked out as Hawthorne rammed him again. "Hawthorne- HAWTHORNE STOP... we should go" Rannoch finally found his voice. Hawthorne's head nodding as his eyes met his brother, Thistle. "Never come back. DO YOU HEAR ME?!" He roared, lowering his horns again. Thistle just let out a whimper, stumbling to his hooves and lurching away into a run. His disappeared into the tall grass, leaving Hawthorne and Rannoch alone. "I- I'm so sorry Hawthorne." Rannoch gave him a pained look. Hawthorne just shook his head slowly "It should have never been like this- my own brother-" Hawthorne began to tear up again. "We need to get back to the does and warn them- Thistle is dangerous." Rannoch cautioned. The two quickly began to race back to the does, urgency in their step. As the two bucks reached the clearing, the does and fawns all turned to them with wide eyes. Willow was the first to wail, the sight of the two males alone could only mean one thing..."NO- NO- NO!" She started, falling to the ground as her knees weakened. Hawthorne slowly walked to her, head low and heartbroken. "I'm sorry mom- Brechin he- he was killed" Hawthorne stammered, Willow sobbing uncontrollably. Cypress looked frozen in shock, before he curled her neck around her two small fawns, eyes teary. Rannoch's sad gaze stayed locked on his hooves, unable to look at any of the mournful does. "I'm sorry Rannoch, there was nothing you could have done..." A voice comforted. Rannoch looked up to see Sequoia who reached her head down to lick at his head and ears, the way a mother doe would do to her calf. Rannoch nodded slowly before Sequoia continued "I know Brechin would have fought any battle to keep you safe, even if it meant facing a Bearyena... and poor Thistle wouldn't have left his father's side-" she went on when Rannoch flinched. "B-Brechin-... he wasn't killed by a Bearyena. T-Thistle he- he killed him." Rannoch sputtered out with a sob and Sequoia froze up. "N- no. Thistle- he couldn't have-" She stammered but was silenced by Rannoch's pained eyes. "Oh- my stars... Thistle killed Brechin" she finally concluded. Much of the day was spent comforting to older does and the traumatized bucks, Sequoia bringing grass and berries to Rannoch and Juniper consoling Hawthorne. The fawns were confused and scared but stayed by their mother's sides. Rannoch wasn't sure when he fell asleep but when he awoke, Sequoia's comforting warmth was curled around his flank. 2 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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