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Part II
A dark gray jackal of young age sit upon a hill, sun warming the side of the earth. He is with his love. She, a German Shepard of great beauty, brushes his ears with her lips as she whispers sweet nothings in his ear. He laughs and then they kiss.
A sudden burst of darkness interrupt the soft scene and I realized I was out. I struggle to open my eyes, but first my feeling came. I felt a cloth upon my brow, dripping with warm water. Then my smell came, as the scent of a fire fills my nostrils. I could taste a roasted goose that sat inside a pot. The taste was also tinted with the flavor of my own blood.. Finally my eyes approach my control, yet it began a blur. A flare of color that moved in sync with the cloth upon my head. I blink rapidly to clear the tears that settled and dried on my eyes. The blur came to focus of a fair German Shepard, with short yet flowing hair. She wiped my cheek with her rag and in her soft spoken and sweet voice she replies, “Oh! You have awoke!”
In a stir I glanced around to explore, by vision, my surrounding. A nice, yet aged cottage with one bedroom that was behind the one who is caring for me. I look another direction to spot the fire I smelled as it roasted a goose in a pot.
“Where am I?!” I stammered in shock.
“You're with Grandfather. In our little cottage.” She replied so softly, “You are, apparently my brother.”
Still stammering and frightened I struggle to move but simply couldn't, “I-I- I can't be! I'm an orphan! Why can't I move?”
With no word spoken she glances downward. I feared to do so but I came to it. I saw no feet, no chest no arms, but a dish underneath my neck. It, filled with water, held my head on a table.
“OH GOD!!! Wh-where... where is the rest of me?!”
She stands straight, “It was left. Grandfather left it because your head needed to be cleansed immediately.”
“Wh- What?!”
Walking over to the goose over the fire, I envied her ability to walk. She took a ladle and sipped the contents of the pot for a taste. She hummed as it tasted done to here, and then turned to me, “I am Emma. And yes, I am really your sister. Only relatives of grandfather can live through what you, and I as well, have been through.”
I once again tried to turn my neck but no prevail, “What?! You have....but.....”
The now named Emma sighed as she realized I was not understanding. She approached me and put her dainty hands upon her cheeks. Her elbows erected upward and with no sound or spill, she uplifted her head from her shoulders. I gawked in astonishment as her remains placed her head beside me. Then her hands approached me and turned me to face her head.
I could not speak, but she did “Let me show you what I know.”
With that her hands lifted me with ease and hovered me over her exposed throat. Her arms slowly lowered me and placed me on her neck.
A flash of light I danced through memories not of my own. I foresaw her birth and a little cub brother that was me, I caught glimpses of our real father and of her being separated from the child form of me. I watched her grow up as a maid, and her attending a school, with the actual Ichabod schoolmaster. Her loves and her losses were not of secret to me. Then arrived her meeting the horseman. The urge that drove her to the pumpkin patch, the event of her head being separated, and then worn by the horseman. Her being cleansed as she has done me, and her caring for and keeping the cottage for the horseman.
I gasp in exhaust as I read her entire life like a book. I clutched my chest and braced myself on a chair, eventually sitting. Then I looked down and realized it was her chest I was clutching. I quickly let go and became embarrassed as I tired for breath. I glance at her head, her eyes rolled back and in a hypnosis, then I stood with her body and her memories. I knew now everything about her and more of my past. She was my sister.
Her hands controlled by me placed under my chin, they lifted the remains of myself off her shoulders and placed them next to her head. Her eyes returned and her expression turned solemn.
“I saw your past.” She replied
I spoke nothing. Her headless body is returned under her control and she lifts her head and returns it to its rightful location.
She smiled and scratched my ear. An opening door averted her attention.
“Grandfather!” She exclaimed and ran out of my view. She then returned into my view to lift me up, “Robert, this is grandfather.”
I was turned to behold the same headless horseman who crippled me.
“GAH!” I shouted, but I was completely helpless in the hands of Emma. The body without its head presented its hands toward me, and Emma exchanged myself to the horseman.
I feared the worst. What was left of me was held in the hands of a monster, who might find it easy to finish his start. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, as I prepared to die.
Death did not come. In fact, all there was was a brush upon my scalp by a hand. The horseman, removed his glove, and underneath was his aged and gray, yet warm hand. He sensed me with his hands as though that were his sight. He then turned me upside down and felt my cut flesh that remained of my throat. I hurt and I cringed, but he soon realized it and turned me upright once more.
Emma, watching his inspection, commented to me, “He wants to know what you look like. When he dons you he cannot see you, but he can see through your eyes.”
It soon became annoying as his fingers blindly poked my eyes and in my ears, “Is he really our grandfather?”
Emma nods, “I was shown his memories, as you were shown mine.”
I sighed in helplessness. The horseman grabbed a hold of my cheeks and set me on a table. He then tapped Emma on the shoulder and her eyes went even more soft then before. She liffted her head off and her body handed it to the aged one. He took her head and placed it on his shoulders.
Black vines emitted from the neck and shrouded the head that use to be Emma's. It shaped a jackal, but its vines never sealed. As though a bush was trimmed to a head. His eyes as glowing red fires stared at me. The dark head never spoke, but it expressed a sense of pride for me.
Emma's body stood still. No response or control. It just stood.
The Vines un-shrouded to present Emma's head again. She gasped and her body twitched to life. Thus she retrieved herself from the old horseman and placed it on her again.
Emma looked at my confused expression, “Don't worry Robert. We will return you to your body now. He has a favor to ask of you.”
How could I respond to that. I was not amused, “A FAVOR?!!! He took my head off! I-I-I can't do anything for him!”
Emma frowned, and though it lay in the patch, my heart sank. I couldn't argue when all I was could fit in a soapbox.
“Fine! Lead me to the remains of myself and I shall do what you ask.”
Emma's smile grew back, “Good choice, brother! Grandfather will take you.”
My hopes dropped, but if it meant I could walk again I would take the shame. The horseman gathered me and shoved me into a satchel.
Next: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1718725/
Prev: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1711976/
A dark gray jackal of young age sit upon a hill, sun warming the side of the earth. He is with his love. She, a German Shepard of great beauty, brushes his ears with her lips as she whispers sweet nothings in his ear. He laughs and then they kiss.
A sudden burst of darkness interrupt the soft scene and I realized I was out. I struggle to open my eyes, but first my feeling came. I felt a cloth upon my brow, dripping with warm water. Then my smell came, as the scent of a fire fills my nostrils. I could taste a roasted goose that sat inside a pot. The taste was also tinted with the flavor of my own blood.. Finally my eyes approach my control, yet it began a blur. A flare of color that moved in sync with the cloth upon my head. I blink rapidly to clear the tears that settled and dried on my eyes. The blur came to focus of a fair German Shepard, with short yet flowing hair. She wiped my cheek with her rag and in her soft spoken and sweet voice she replies, “Oh! You have awoke!”
In a stir I glanced around to explore, by vision, my surrounding. A nice, yet aged cottage with one bedroom that was behind the one who is caring for me. I look another direction to spot the fire I smelled as it roasted a goose in a pot.
“Where am I?!” I stammered in shock.
“You're with Grandfather. In our little cottage.” She replied so softly, “You are, apparently my brother.”
Still stammering and frightened I struggle to move but simply couldn't, “I-I- I can't be! I'm an orphan! Why can't I move?”
With no word spoken she glances downward. I feared to do so but I came to it. I saw no feet, no chest no arms, but a dish underneath my neck. It, filled with water, held my head on a table.
“OH GOD!!! Wh-where... where is the rest of me?!”
She stands straight, “It was left. Grandfather left it because your head needed to be cleansed immediately.”
“Wh- What?!”
Walking over to the goose over the fire, I envied her ability to walk. She took a ladle and sipped the contents of the pot for a taste. She hummed as it tasted done to here, and then turned to me, “I am Emma. And yes, I am really your sister. Only relatives of grandfather can live through what you, and I as well, have been through.”
I once again tried to turn my neck but no prevail, “What?! You have....but.....”
The now named Emma sighed as she realized I was not understanding. She approached me and put her dainty hands upon her cheeks. Her elbows erected upward and with no sound or spill, she uplifted her head from her shoulders. I gawked in astonishment as her remains placed her head beside me. Then her hands approached me and turned me to face her head.
I could not speak, but she did “Let me show you what I know.”
With that her hands lifted me with ease and hovered me over her exposed throat. Her arms slowly lowered me and placed me on her neck.
A flash of light I danced through memories not of my own. I foresaw her birth and a little cub brother that was me, I caught glimpses of our real father and of her being separated from the child form of me. I watched her grow up as a maid, and her attending a school, with the actual Ichabod schoolmaster. Her loves and her losses were not of secret to me. Then arrived her meeting the horseman. The urge that drove her to the pumpkin patch, the event of her head being separated, and then worn by the horseman. Her being cleansed as she has done me, and her caring for and keeping the cottage for the horseman.
I gasp in exhaust as I read her entire life like a book. I clutched my chest and braced myself on a chair, eventually sitting. Then I looked down and realized it was her chest I was clutching. I quickly let go and became embarrassed as I tired for breath. I glance at her head, her eyes rolled back and in a hypnosis, then I stood with her body and her memories. I knew now everything about her and more of my past. She was my sister.
Her hands controlled by me placed under my chin, they lifted the remains of myself off her shoulders and placed them next to her head. Her eyes returned and her expression turned solemn.
“I saw your past.” She replied
I spoke nothing. Her headless body is returned under her control and she lifts her head and returns it to its rightful location.
She smiled and scratched my ear. An opening door averted her attention.
“Grandfather!” She exclaimed and ran out of my view. She then returned into my view to lift me up, “Robert, this is grandfather.”
I was turned to behold the same headless horseman who crippled me.
“GAH!” I shouted, but I was completely helpless in the hands of Emma. The body without its head presented its hands toward me, and Emma exchanged myself to the horseman.
I feared the worst. What was left of me was held in the hands of a monster, who might find it easy to finish his start. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, as I prepared to die.
Death did not come. In fact, all there was was a brush upon my scalp by a hand. The horseman, removed his glove, and underneath was his aged and gray, yet warm hand. He sensed me with his hands as though that were his sight. He then turned me upside down and felt my cut flesh that remained of my throat. I hurt and I cringed, but he soon realized it and turned me upright once more.
Emma, watching his inspection, commented to me, “He wants to know what you look like. When he dons you he cannot see you, but he can see through your eyes.”
It soon became annoying as his fingers blindly poked my eyes and in my ears, “Is he really our grandfather?”
Emma nods, “I was shown his memories, as you were shown mine.”
I sighed in helplessness. The horseman grabbed a hold of my cheeks and set me on a table. He then tapped Emma on the shoulder and her eyes went even more soft then before. She liffted her head off and her body handed it to the aged one. He took her head and placed it on his shoulders.
Black vines emitted from the neck and shrouded the head that use to be Emma's. It shaped a jackal, but its vines never sealed. As though a bush was trimmed to a head. His eyes as glowing red fires stared at me. The dark head never spoke, but it expressed a sense of pride for me.
Emma's body stood still. No response or control. It just stood.
The Vines un-shrouded to present Emma's head again. She gasped and her body twitched to life. Thus she retrieved herself from the old horseman and placed it on her again.
Emma looked at my confused expression, “Don't worry Robert. We will return you to your body now. He has a favor to ask of you.”
How could I respond to that. I was not amused, “A FAVOR?!!! He took my head off! I-I-I can't do anything for him!”
Emma frowned, and though it lay in the patch, my heart sank. I couldn't argue when all I was could fit in a soapbox.
“Fine! Lead me to the remains of myself and I shall do what you ask.”
Emma's smile grew back, “Good choice, brother! Grandfather will take you.”
My hopes dropped, but if it meant I could walk again I would take the shame. The horseman gathered me and shoved me into a satchel.
Next: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1718725/
Prev: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1711976/
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Canine (Other)
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File Size 82.5 kB
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