Post by authgrim on Nov 19, 2017 7:48:45 GMT
BJAGVAR
action "speech" thought
auditory hallucination
open for anyone * please see note at bottom.
You're sleeping your life away... Why're you sleeping your life away? It's dark-dark-dark-dark. They know all your secrets. They're looking at you - I'm look...ing at ch-ou. You'resleepingyourlifeaway! Don't do anything but sleep - it's dark-dark-dark-dark. WAKEUP!
The buck started at the sudden yell, leaping to his hooves in almost the same motion. He stood stock still, ears twitching. The world around him, the real world, was sleeping he knew from the light as the sun was still rising above the horizon, casting its eerie glow about turning things a hazy color that melded with the colors of the world to create strangely muted tones that appeared more brown than red, or appeared grey rather than black or any of the other shades that were peppered throughout the forest.
They're there. They're there... There's something behind those bushes, don't you see it? You don't see it - you're blind, listen to me - listentomelistentome... Listen. See it in the bushes - bushes - bushes - bushes... You're going to be okay. The bushes - there's something moving in the bushes; it has big teeth. Big teeth. Big teeth. Big teeth. Big teeth. Big teeth.
He breathed out, and shook his head, rattling his antlers against a few low hanging twigs on the tree he had sheltered beneath. As he woke up, he focused on the forest about him. It was early morning, and so there was a haze over the forest that turned the vibrant colors a rather dull hue. Shadows abounded, which filled his head with an abundance of 'there's something there,' a persistent one honking out 'RUN,' and a cacophony of others that soon got drowned out by a buzzing that seemed to him to leak from the very trees themselves, rising in volume until he had to shake his head and stamp his hoof, to hear something besides the buzzing.
Bjagvar began walking, slowly picking his way through the fallen leaves, eventually coming to the edge of a small overflowing stream, swollen with melted snow from far off, that tumbled over stones and a small cliff. It created a small waterfall that was no larger than to his knee. He stood with his hooves in the water, gazing around at the trees that stretched up towards the sky. He turned his eyes down and looked curiously at a tuft of grass, large eyes focused on it and it subtle swaying in the misting that it got from the miniature waterfall. He reached his nose towards it, and took it into his mouth, pulling off a mouthful and chewing. He lifted his head to look about as he chewed.
Don't eat that; it's poison - poison - poison. No, don't eat that one, eat that one over there. Yes, that one over there isn't poisoned. Or maybe it is. It is. Everythings poison. Everything will kill you. Don't eat it. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. Eat it, eat it, eat it. Eat it, we want you to eat it - EATIT. It will kill you, we want it to kill you. We want it to - want it to - want it to - want it to. No no no no no.
He continued to take small bites, ignoring the befuddlement of noises within his own mind, as he had so become accustomed to doing on his better days. For the most part, they were particularly nice today - sometimes they enjoyed to dig at him repeatedly, tearing him down notch by silly little notch until there was nothing left but a flighty mess of a buck, that would dare move, but couldn't bear to stand still and so was simply reduced to a trembling mess spiraling within himself on an endless loop of yelling and obscene noises, and the buzzing, the ever constant buzzing that sounded like millions of cicadas singing all at once, shoved into his ears. He continued at the tuft of grass and moved on to a similar one close by. It wasn't until he heard a sound that wasn't like the racket of the day that he lifted his head, still chewing but now his motions quick, and nervous, his teeth beginning to grind his mouthful beyond what he would normally chew it.
The buck tensed slightly, prepared to run. He knew the forest was a dangerous place - even more so when some inhabitants wanted to eat you more than hear what you had to say and were much less likely to say 'hi, how are ya?' on even the most casual of days such as the present. Bjagvar snorted nervously, letting out a quiet honk. He knew his ears would deceive him, but his nose had yet to ever truly fail him, which usually kept him grounded somewhere on the very edge of sanity, away from the massive pit that was obtrusive paranoia. He could smell another, and not another like him. He knew distinctly the scent of a predator, and instinctively, his heart began to thrum.
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Open for anyone who wants to give this a go, whatever this is. I'm still really unsure of how I want to write him, so things may change as we go along. Just be warned, that much of the introspective portions are going to be disturbing in some manner, so if those sorts of things bother you, please make the better decision for yourself. Bjagvar is simply going to be a triggering character for some, sometimes more than others as I figure out what voice he is going to have in this, and how things are going to be written.
