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A deal once more

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Near the border of Glenmore, Blackwood
Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
Featuring: Brynmore and npc mysterious stag

Sound came slow, but it came incessantly. It grew loud, to the point of pain. Groaning, Brynmore blinked open a crusty eye, his muscles and body in a strange mix of agony and soreness.  His whole body ached, and a dull throb ebbed at his leg. Leaves crackled under him as he shifted his weight around, and he gave up trying to lift his head as muscles refused and blood encrusted fur crinkled at the attempt.

He heard a snort close by, and shifting his eyes saw a large bull, about his size watching him as he chewed on some reeds. He was impressive, a bit weighty for being in Blackwood, though Brynmore didn’t doubt this bull was pure and part of the herd. The stag didn’t look familiar, though a small spark of recognition flickered through Brynmore. He’d probably seen him out and about the herd.

Looks like you’re up.” He spoke in a soothing deep voice. Gruffing through his disused throat, Brynmore forced his neck up to glower at the stag. Done munching, the stag walked over with a bundle of reeds and put them just out of reach of Brynmore. He stood, staring down at Brynmore, watching him. Uneasy, Brynmore tried shifting his weight around, though the dull throb screamed up at the motion, before dying back down. Brynmore grimaced, and the stag nodded at that, and lowered himself down.

You seem to be very lucky, for mudblood. No wolves have been here that I can tell, and your leg doesn’t seem to be that bad.?” The dark roan looked to him, deep brown eyes searching for any weakness. Brynmore knew he was weak, being beaten by a, by a, he couldn’t quite remember. It would come to him, so he focused on the now, the memories would come later, and he felt within his bones they would be more painful than any physical damage.

“What do you know?” he spoke gruffly. He was still feeling fuzzy, cobwebs still fluttering about his brain. Coughing, he finally looked away from the stag, hacking up saliva and what felt like dust from his throat onto the ground by him. Golden leaves were dotted with a few small flecks of blood. *Not good.*

The stag made a deep sound in his throat, a warning, a laugh or chuckle? “What do I know? I know you were foolish to take a foreign doe for a mate.” The stags eyes were wide, burning with something. Taking a breath, he continued calmly, “I know what it will take to heal you. It will cost you though, and I take my dealings very seriously.” The stag looked intently at Brynmore.

He was, offering him a chance at life. Brynmore hesitated, wondering if Uir wanted this path for him, before deciding. With a small nod, the dark bull nudged the reed tubers he’d brought over to Brynmore’s reach.

As Brynmore reached down to eat them, the bull made a sound in his throat again. Pausing, Brynmore gazed up at his new savior, knowing that he had struck a deal that he didn’t know the price was for, and took the first tuber.
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Featuring: Brynmore and mysterious npc stag
Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
Near the border of Glenmore, Blackwood

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Short story is short, title is lame, might change it in the morning. I had to rewrite this a few times, I just couldn't seem to get it right till now. SORTA plot twisty, sort of. Yeah, enjoy, BRYNMORE LIVES! I couldn't kill him off, he means WAY to much to me *tries to snuggle up to him, gets grumpy look and tail whipped in face*
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HayleyWolf's avatar
Omg omg omg I can't wait to see what happens next!!!