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I
remember the old man’s words, spoken in firelight amid a frozen wasteland:
“Two deer are trained. One deer is bound to the hunter, it is
called the bound deer. The other deer goes among its wild brethren, it is
called the lure deer. When the wild deer lie down to rest, the lure deer lies
down as well. The bound deer knows this and lies down too. It is then that the
hunter knows that it is time to strike and with his deadly arrows, comes and
takes the wild deer, at unawares.”
I
know that I am the lure deer. She made me thus. And now, I lie down amid the
wild deer, and I await the arrows of death to come. This place is ripe with
death already. My task here is easy. I have only to play my part as the lure
deer.
One
of the kine comes to me. This one fancies himself a saviour. Amid all this war:
chaos, hatred, and death, this one seeks to save men by the skill of his hand.
I have dealt with many like him over the long years. Some have claimed to heal
with magic, some with faith, and now, with science. They are all the same:
dirty charlatans dealing in false hope, scoundrels selling life. I will have
nothing to do with him.
“I
don’t need your leeches,” I spat. “Leave me be.”
The
kine does not expect this. His words tumble from his mouth like the ignorant
concepts from which they are born. “I have no leeches. Where are you hurt?”
These
fools never learn. Not until it is too late. Not until they see my Lady’s Wrath
bearing down upon them. Not until all their lights
have gone out, and hope is finally lost. “Leave me be,” I reply.
Then,
a most glorious thing happens. The kine touches me. I could feel my Lady’s
Gifts - my little ones, within my body stir with rapture. I love it when they
come close to me, these confused, foolish men. The closer they are, the easier
it is to give them what they so deserve. The closer they are, the easier it
becomes to please the one who pleases me: my Dark One. The Twilight Lady.
The
kine moves me, rolling me onto my back, and I can see the horror, the
disbelief, wash over his dull, stupid features. They all look so alike--these
featureless mounds of mobile flesh and bone--and they all act so alike. This
man cannot believe what his eyes tell him: my gaping, seeping wounds, the scent
of rotting meat that wafts from my gut… All of my Lady’s terrible and glorious
gifts.
The
kine moves away, mortified.
I
am happy. I have touched another one. Another darkly shining gem in my Lady’s
ebon crown has been found. Now, there is only the waiting. I must wait for the
hunter to come, with his deadly arrows, and claim the prize.
It
is hard to keep from smiling as I roll back into the war-churned, bloody mud.
I
am a good lure deer. I will please Her.
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