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Crashing through the thick conifer foliage the trottered behemoth squashed all in his path.
He was a beast of no match, a creature of no small scale. Those who were in his shadow were either killed instantly or hid beneath the bushes and scrubs of the terrain. Huge curved tusks burst from his lower jaw, and scraped against bark, his bristle hide caught in thorns and angered him more. Scars of old life and fresh wounds of new life adorned his sides, from shoulders to flanks, bleeding and clotted.
He made no noise except that for what he caused. Though his mouth was open in rage his voicebox nor adam's apple vibrated. A small whisp of a tail waved in his wake, and that was all there was to complete his form from nose to tail tip.
The sun was high in the sky, the snow was fresh on the ground. The unusually sized boar rampaged because of no real reason other than to rampage, his eyes wide with anger, his trotters scoring deep treads in the earth below, getting right through the cold and frozen rain to the soil. And behind him in his path the small creatures who had hid went and nosed their deceased beloved who had not hid, or they began to eat the deceased beloved. They rested, they came to and sighed as the monster pig passed on, a boar of no normal size who was full of fury.
Who just needed a cup of camomile tea.
Or that was what Leaf thought.
He sat there, dressed in the finest furs that his little money could buy, sipping at a flask. On this hill, at the curve of the land before it descended into the plains and the forest, he had a perfect view point of the entire valley and all its goings on. And a rampaging wild, and very large boar was one 'going on' that he was sure to definitely notice. It had carved a path out of the forest, cutting down sapling and tree alike, making a firm but also natural walk way for any army to safely traverse these cold wildlands.
Still it continued as it broke from the treeline, making a headway towards the distant hazy line that was the frozen ocean. An old river, now a dried but icy ditch, served as a dirt collector as the boar ripped up bracken, weeds etc, and would be a perfect loo later if Leaf needed.
There was a squeal from the south. This was the direction of the forest, the same one the boar had trampled through. But it was also from an edge where there had not been much disturbance in the way of the monster; rather it was a quiet corner that had only been indirectly hit by the passion of it. Small trotters, much smaller than those of an even grown pig, much less than those of the behemoth, carried three litle pigs up the side of the hill towards Leaf, away from the trees and up to where his view point was.
First came a ginger pig, his snout high in the air. Then came a fat brown one, looking as much the picture of a wild boar's youngling as ever a susine could get. And after these two came a speckled smaller sow, the one who made the high-pitched yelling, crying out to the faun wrapped in furs, yelling.
Big boar, Leaf-daddy, Big boar. Scary rar, eat nom. Big boar!
Leaf nodded, hugging the furs all the tighter around him. He could feel the chill nip of the winter wind on his soft cheek and nose and temple, the small pieces of flesh that his now long hair did not protect. Even a scarf could not keep everything protected, not if he wanted to keep sipping his flowery tea from this flask.
Most ardently, he agreed with Popsy's statement. He even pointed with a gloved hand at where the very same boar was disappearing to continue his rampage elsewhere.
"Yes, I saw, dear," he said softly. "It's now gone over there."
Popsy finished running, catching up with her two male brothers. Those two came to snuffle and sniff around Leaf's slightly exposed hooves, small snouts beginning to get chalked up with the frost, but the darling sow dove for the furs. Snuggling deep under she disappeared out of sight, only to be present as a feeling, a pressure leaning against Leaf's side.
Angry boar, she said, huffing and snuggling into the faun's fur. Very angry. Help?
"I don't know if we can," Leaf murmured, swigging back more tea. He watched the rough and tumble of play as Cookie, the ginger piglet, decided to try to beat up Thor in a similar fashion of the monster-beast to the forest. "I honestly don't know if we can help."
What nom-yum? Popsy asked, her snout directly now on his hip. Leaf could also feel the sharpness of one of her fore-trotters pressed into his flesh. Yummy. Distraction.
Leaf sighed and shook his head. Nom-yum meant truffles, the kind found under the ground, the kind he knew plenty about and traded. It was his job after all, his expertise. It was a thing that tempted all kinds of creatures, from near and far, because of its generous scent and addictive taste. The pigs, his 'children,' loved the things, and desired them daily, and it was a daily trial to keep them from eating every single one they found. True, he had come to Berevar for truffles (for the rare Frosted Ice to be precise), but there was no way he was going to give up such a thing to a raging monster. Not a White Maiden, not a Blood Moon. Not even a simple Black Heart common garden truffle!
Even though he had precisely a particularly large one of the latter in his satchel right at this moment.
"No, I am not using them for the boar," he said quietly. "We might need it for trade."
But rar, anger, Thor paused in his fight with the proud Cookie, Very anger. Not stop.
"It's cold here," Leaf protested to the piglets. "We might need the Black Heart for a warm fire and bed tonight, not to mention a good hot meal."
Scared, Popsy poked out her head from under the furs. She nodded in her odd foolish way towards the forest, and hence all the frightened creatures within, who had suffered under the wrath of the mighty boar. Help.
"No," their father said, quiet firmly. "And that is the end of this."
Of course it was not the end of it.
Moment later Leaf found himself running as fast as he could. Which wasn't all that fast, especially with the large amount of clothing he had. He stood up when the pigs had annoyed him to the point of extreme disgust, in furs and all and begun sprinting. Within two steps he had fallen flat on his face, due to partly Popsy getting underfoot and the furs themselves trapping him. It was thus that he had given up all hope of a warm bed for the night, thrown the furs to the ground and gathered as much of his coat around him.
Cookie and Thor ran ahead, one strong and the other fast, in relative terms. Popsy remained beside Leaf, as lithe as a deer, her form sleeker than was usually seen on a pig. For what it was worth, the magical piglets had all going for them, except perhaps there size. From the past to the now, from the first moment they had met Leaf to this very minute, there was no denying that they were magical. And with that magic came potentional - the potential to morph and fly and change, with each passing day.
Like the wind the boars charged in a straight line, aiming for the larger boar. They were domestic susine, whereas this creature was of wild kind and wild heart, born of woods and non-human, non-elf, non-dwarf etc intervention. Somehow it had also gotten out of normal proportions and become as large as a house, as fat as a jolly giant king, and as fierce as a Hadian tempest.
Feverishly it ran full pelt at the shimmering line that was the sea, pounding the Berevar plains with mighty feet, and despite the fact that the piglets ran after it - it still gained footing, going further and farther towards the setting sun.
Leaf slowed down, seeing the fated end of this chase. No matter what it was, they would never get to the boar. After all it had a longer stride and a bigger heart than any of them, that pumped a hell of a lot more anxious and feverish blood around its veins than any of them.
The faun came to a stop, pacing from a run, to a trot, to a well mannered walk, and then a bent over wheeze. A couple of times he coughed, before gaining his self again, and then he straightened. Looking right to the south he watched the giant boar continue to create his road of chaos. His reign of chaos. And after that creature the two tiny, minature versions of the beast ran after it with the spirit of hunters.
Popsy herself, following the hoofsteps of her father-figure, came to a halt and promptly sat her behind on the ground. The useful thing of being covered in fur was that at least for some part the cold of this place was kept from damaging you. But still she shivered, the heat of the chase not keeping her awake and alive, and after a while she got up - and then leant against the fluffy side of his leg.
Long run, she said, in one of the clearest voices she ever had done. Lots of running. Exhausted.
Leaf frowned, and then sighed. He leant down to stroke her behind the ears gently.
"It's alright dear one," he said kindly. "We'll wait for them to come back."
But but ... nom-yum, Popsy moaned.
Leaf sat down in the frost, sighing. It was beyond funny now. Yes, indeed he had a Black Heart truffle in his bag, and yes it might attract the beast, had they been close enough. But the legs and the pounding of it had taken it far too far away and now there was - well, nothing. Nothing to do and no hope.
And his furs were left back on that hill.
Grumbling under his breath, the faun began to regret ever coming here to this tail frozen end of the world. He pulled his scarf tighter around him, shifting his weight so his hooves were beneath him and got the most of the cold. He invited the piglet to come over and snuggle in with, as they watched the other two run after the monster that was not to be caught. It was a silly quest, a silly idea in the first place, and he had been silly to ever be persuaded to go with it. Leaf huffed, leant his head on his knees and waited.
Waited for the chase to end and his pigs to come back to him. To get bored, to return home so that they might climb the hill and get the furs and maybe get a tavern for a night.
Warm food and a warm bed. That was all he wanted right now.
Swiftly the two pigs chased the beast.
They found it invigorating and exciting to follow it, chase it like they were hunters and it was prey, follow its tracks in a way that they had never done before.
Okay, admittedly, sometimes before, they had chased. They had chased each other as young snufflings, chased butterflies and chased pigeons. They had run into trees and crops and small walls, flopping head first over rocks. They had also chased bad men in recent times, ones who threatened the peace and who Leaf told them were nasty. Thor liked to fight, Cookie liked to bring justice about, and so it was good for them to chase, especially chasing something that was causing so much destruction.
They saw small creatures on their way. Hedgehogs and bunnies and all things wild and strange. They were huge and small and wrinkled and different, caught between the nasty and the drugged. Maybe magical, magical just poisonous. Cookie tried to ignore them but they were there and they caused a distraction.
The monster boar was beyond footstep. This, now, he realised. It was over there, and its pace was so big that there was never any chance of them catching up. But still, Thor seemed to want to chase, he wanted to race. As Cookie told him there was probably little chance, the raucous loud boar ran, more determined than any, his energy beyond stupid levels.
Thus Thor ended as the only one in the chase. The mighty boar of scary proportions was ahead, several times by tens bigger than the smaller version of himself. His coat was a rich chocolate brown, strewn with red and musty yellow of healing type. His heart was massive, likely, swelled like his body. Whether he was natural in this size, it could not be sure, but at least it was a good picture of might. Pure glory. Everything Thor wanted to be.
So Thor ran, grunting like the rawdiest little child. Behind him Cookie stopped, and behind them Leaf and Popsy were scaling back up the hill to get back the furs. Still Thor ran, the chase a failure already, fate already having cheated him, but his desire was still there. He would chase this creature as it ran through the fields, he would race it until all the energy within him died out. He would go and go and go and never stop until he had to stop, for this was it, this was now. No amount of truffles of nom-yums could distract him. Even though it was as cold as death.
As opposite from the hellish Hadia as anyone get. Or maybe - maybe this was a type of hell. Maybe it was the terror made for those cold of heart, mad of mind like this creature. This monster that ran to the frozen ocean with red-raged eyes and painful, diseased hide.
A creature worth pitying. Such a big boar. But in such pain.
Maybe Thor didn't want to be him anymore. But still, as this thought passed through the little pigs mind, he kept running, and kept chasing. For he would finish this race.
He would ...
Had to. Fate was cruel and fate is hard, but it teaches harsh lessons. Thor in all his little joy wanted to keep going until he was no more. But fate had a cruel thing to play before he could die from exhaustion. Which seemed the likeliest turn out for this story.
Nay, instead, the beast ran, maddened by whatever dark secrets that Berevar held, straight towards the icey ocean. And there, he did not stop. He raced, huge trotters of destruction and death carrying him right into its open, chilling, waving arms. No ice broke, nothing accidental happened to make the monster go, it ran in of its own accord, finally letting out a single noise as it went.
It screamed to high heaven, and Thor, finding this right now, finally finding that destiny had won over him. He skidded to a halt, seeing the battered body fling itself into the waters. His trotters made small grooves in the frosted soil, in the snow, and then he grumbled, paused and grumbled again. Somewhere in the distance Cookie imitated a howl, somewhere in the distance Leaf gasped but that was no to be heard. All that was to be heard was a great splash as the monster drowned. Suicide brought on by a lethargy of madness.
Madness, madness.
He had needed that tea, after all.
Rayleigh
09-08-15, 01:37 PM
Name of Thread: Mighty! A Boar!
Judgement Type: No Judgement
Participants: Leaf
Congratulations! Leaf receives:
2580 EXP
120 GP
These scores include the 3x Althanas Day special EXP awards.
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