Bogar Returns-Beets The Beetle
Sept 8, 2022 23:33:23 GMT
Velania Kalugina, Derthaad, and 2 more like this
Post by Beets The Beetle (Feenix) on Sept 8, 2022 23:33:23 GMT
Co written with the spell-binding master of the night willemf
It’s late in Daring Heights. Night has fallen swiftly, turning the town below into a pool inky black silhouettes held within the walls beneath the thick black cloud cover above. Till, with a sudden shift the clouds part. Allowing the glowing form of moon to emerge behind their smothering black hulks, it's light weakly shining down upon the dark scene below. Someone watching could almost say it looked, as if it were struggling. Breaking through the dark surface of the night. As if taking deep gasping breaths. The moons light like manages to pick out a few features from below.The tower of a sharp spire here, the sheen of a window left ajar there,But no figures, not a single inhabitant. The streets below are empty. Silent. A chill window blows , strange and sudden in the lull of this previous warm summer's day. Its long fingers reaching through the streets, in amongst their many the twist and turns as if, searching for something. All at once, a single leaf is plucked from amongst the foliage of tall tree in front of the tavern of The Three Headed Ettin, its awakened, and yet now gently slumbering owner River non the wise. The breeze carries the captured it up to the roof top, twirling past the gaze of the young fairy that sits perched atop, as it's begins its forced journey skyward.
Beets shivers from the wind as it touches her skin, more instinctively than anything, as it been a long time since she has felt the cold out here with the ring of warming twisted round her finger. She is tired from the day's events, and yet... She was tired before the day began too. She hasn't been sleeping right. Her mind awash with thoughts. Memories...It...Him... "Well you've got nothing to worry about now," She murmurs to herself as she watches the leaf perform its upward acrobatics."That dragon and fella that ate and controlled those people are gone. And that night you thought you saw him on the town outlands turned out to be nothin’ more that some creepy ghouls...None of them where him." And yet..she remembered, with a prickling on her neck What about that time in the Anglebark forest, when she's cruelly taunted, and then chomped that twin's head off? When she has latched herself on top his served stump of a neck. And drank, his blood. "N-nnn-NO!" Beets said, angrily shaking her head. "T-that was..an acciden-It-It' wasn't him! Stop thinking about him! He's gone..." She chides herself. She turns her gaze skyward, up to the pale form of moon. Sitting up here, amongst the rooftops, under it's gaze, she'd always felt safe, Like it was watching over her as she slept. Keeping her safe. Yet..as she watched, the clouds shifted. Their forms smearing into one another, smothering the moon's comforting light from view, plunging the night yet again, into darkness. "Oh bug." Cursed Beets.
There is a sound of claw on slate, and then a voice from behind. That all too familiar voice. “Hello Beets, it seems you’ve been avoiding your dear old pal. How’s about you sit right there and we have a chat hey?”
Beets breath freezes in her throat. The comfortable warmth usually held within her body by her ring of warming has gone, as if she suddenly had been plunged into the icy depths of a deep pool. Like the pond she had last heard the drowning raging echoes of the voice that had haunted her mind the last few weeks.
There is a sense of movement, a feeling of a shape sitting next to Beets, although there is nothing but shadow when she looks. “You fear me. But of course you do, it’s your nature to, it’s who you are. You are fear of me and I am hatred of you. Two sides of a coin, two sides of a ravine. But I know everything about you, and you know nothing about me. If only you knew who you were Beets, you’d be so much easier for me to talk to. There is so much I could tell you, but you refuse to accept me. Why?”
“Y-you’re not real…You’re n-not me…I..I-I’m not listening...” Beets says in a soft shuddering voice, slowly shaking her head from side to side. Her gaze wide and fearful as she makes herself stare fixedly ahead. Her beetle wings betraying the fear building up inside her, as they quiver with the odd irratic insect ‘vrrrrb!”
“On that at least you’re right. I’m not you Beets, I never will be, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t intrinsically linked. One last gift to the world, shame it failed…”
“Failed gift?..” Says the fairy, her voice still quiet but slightly steadier, the flit of curiosity overtaking over the fear that holds her body, her eyes moving over to the shape of darkness beside her. “W-what do you mean?”
“And why are you suddenly interested in what I have to say hey? Thought I was the big bad you needed to crush and suppress from telling you things?”
The small flit of curiosity in Beets’s mind suddenly changes, as she realises it’s a memory. A memory triggered by one of Bogar’s words. Gift. It grows in size, like a butterfly spreading its wings for the first time as the details return, till the full wingspread memory fills her mind. An image of her home, the wooden cottage she grew up in on the edge of the woods in the Feywild. Another failed attempt at engaging with the other fairy children of the nearby village, another tearful return home, hiding herself upon the ledge of the high green stain glass window of the living room, huddled beneath a blanket.
There’s a light flitter of wing beats before she hears an exaggerated toothy 'whistle', followed by “ Looks like our little bug is chrysalis’ing again, I wonder what she’ll come out like this time.” “I’m not coming out...” Beets responds, with a sniff under her hood of blankets.
“Oh? And why might that be little bug?” Says the soft warm voice of Gramps, as he shuffles up to sit cross legged beside her.
“No one likes me, they all call me names…I-I’m not like them.." There's a pause. "I hate being...Different…” says the huddled form of Beets.
“We’ll now”, says Gramps thoughtfully, “Do you really think being different is such a bad thing? Why, wouldn’t it be boring if on ya birthday all ya presents were the same, you’d get bored of them in a flit! ‘Cept maybe one, one …Special gift” he ventures, and then stops, waiting patiently till the small somber face of the small fairy child turns to look at him with a sniff. “You Beets. You’re our gift, mine and your Pa's, just as your mama told me before she left. And your unique wrappings’n’all, are what make you special, never forgot that hm?”
The small fairy girl sniffs again, rubbing an arm across her eyes, before eventually, emerging from the blankets, crawling over to curl up in the waiting lap of her loving grandpa in the emerald glow of the window.
Beets blinks and the warm green comforting light of the memory is gone, as if swept away into the night. She glances back to the dark form perched beside her, before taking a dep breath to steady herself, before she spins her whole body on the tiles to face it. “Okay you want to talk? Let’s talk!" She starts quickly, as if the speed will help her hold her nerve. "But you’re answering my buggin’questions! What do you mean ‘failed gift?’
“Oh and now you want me to answer questions too? Perhaps I should take your request to heart and just leave you alone.”
“Well I took care of you the last time you showed up with Marto, which I’m still buggin’angry about you creep! Yet you’ve obviously come crawling back for some flittin’reason.” Beets retorts with a scowl.
“So you want me here? Or no? Doesn’t seem to be consistency here Beets. Choose one or the other.”
“I don’t flittin’know!! Beets cries out, flitting into the air exasperatedly. “All know is, I breath in some creepo’mummy dust, then my chest really buggin’hurts and I black out! Next flittin’thing, I know got this dark buggin’droning in my head and some freaky monster buggin’trying to burst outta me when ever I tried to flittin’sleep! And then-it tried to make me buggin’attack Marto-when he tried to help..me…” She stops in her airborne tirade to look down at the shadowy figure. “That was buggin’ you wasn’t it? Even then?”
“Nope.” Responds the shadow.
“Well,not really. It’s complex”
“Huh? Really? Care to start explaining then-Bogar? If that really flittin'is your name!” Beets says as she lands arms crossed back on the roof, eyeing the shadow suspiciously.
"Nope, not yet. Maybe in a while. I think there's something I should show you first. Give it time though, I need to find where it is first.” Says the shadow.
“Hmph!” Beets rolls her eyes. "Not gonna find much sitting up here talking to me..."
"Heh, thought I'd just give you some time to realise I'm not trying to fight you. I'm on your side Beets, trust me."
Says the fading voice in the night, as the shadow begins to dissipate...
"Trust you?!" Scoffs Beets,"I'd sooner buggin-“, Cutting off as she realises the shadowy form is growing looser.
"H-HEY! Where are you going?! I haven't flittin'finished talking with you!"Beets tries to flit forward and grab hold of the shadow, but her hands grasp empty air. As if there was nothing there to begin with...
"Bogar?...Bogar?!" Beets shouts into the shadows of the rooftops surrounding her, and yet they remain resolutely still and silent, for the remainder of the night.
It’s late in Daring Heights. Night has fallen swiftly, turning the town below into a pool inky black silhouettes held within the walls beneath the thick black cloud cover above. Till, with a sudden shift the clouds part. Allowing the glowing form of moon to emerge behind their smothering black hulks, it's light weakly shining down upon the dark scene below. Someone watching could almost say it looked, as if it were struggling. Breaking through the dark surface of the night. As if taking deep gasping breaths. The moons light like manages to pick out a few features from below.The tower of a sharp spire here, the sheen of a window left ajar there,But no figures, not a single inhabitant. The streets below are empty. Silent. A chill window blows , strange and sudden in the lull of this previous warm summer's day. Its long fingers reaching through the streets, in amongst their many the twist and turns as if, searching for something. All at once, a single leaf is plucked from amongst the foliage of tall tree in front of the tavern of The Three Headed Ettin, its awakened, and yet now gently slumbering owner River non the wise. The breeze carries the captured it up to the roof top, twirling past the gaze of the young fairy that sits perched atop, as it's begins its forced journey skyward.
Beets shivers from the wind as it touches her skin, more instinctively than anything, as it been a long time since she has felt the cold out here with the ring of warming twisted round her finger. She is tired from the day's events, and yet... She was tired before the day began too. She hasn't been sleeping right. Her mind awash with thoughts. Memories...It...Him... "Well you've got nothing to worry about now," She murmurs to herself as she watches the leaf perform its upward acrobatics."That dragon and fella that ate and controlled those people are gone. And that night you thought you saw him on the town outlands turned out to be nothin’ more that some creepy ghouls...None of them where him." And yet..she remembered, with a prickling on her neck What about that time in the Anglebark forest, when she's cruelly taunted, and then chomped that twin's head off? When she has latched herself on top his served stump of a neck. And drank, his blood. "N-nnn-NO!" Beets said, angrily shaking her head. "T-that was..an acciden-It-It' wasn't him! Stop thinking about him! He's gone..." She chides herself. She turns her gaze skyward, up to the pale form of moon. Sitting up here, amongst the rooftops, under it's gaze, she'd always felt safe, Like it was watching over her as she slept. Keeping her safe. Yet..as she watched, the clouds shifted. Their forms smearing into one another, smothering the moon's comforting light from view, plunging the night yet again, into darkness. "Oh bug." Cursed Beets.
There is a sound of claw on slate, and then a voice from behind. That all too familiar voice. “Hello Beets, it seems you’ve been avoiding your dear old pal. How’s about you sit right there and we have a chat hey?”
Beets breath freezes in her throat. The comfortable warmth usually held within her body by her ring of warming has gone, as if she suddenly had been plunged into the icy depths of a deep pool. Like the pond she had last heard the drowning raging echoes of the voice that had haunted her mind the last few weeks.
There is a sense of movement, a feeling of a shape sitting next to Beets, although there is nothing but shadow when she looks. “You fear me. But of course you do, it’s your nature to, it’s who you are. You are fear of me and I am hatred of you. Two sides of a coin, two sides of a ravine. But I know everything about you, and you know nothing about me. If only you knew who you were Beets, you’d be so much easier for me to talk to. There is so much I could tell you, but you refuse to accept me. Why?”
“Y-you’re not real…You’re n-not me…I..I-I’m not listening...” Beets says in a soft shuddering voice, slowly shaking her head from side to side. Her gaze wide and fearful as she makes herself stare fixedly ahead. Her beetle wings betraying the fear building up inside her, as they quiver with the odd irratic insect ‘vrrrrb!”
“On that at least you’re right. I’m not you Beets, I never will be, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t intrinsically linked. One last gift to the world, shame it failed…”
“Failed gift?..” Says the fairy, her voice still quiet but slightly steadier, the flit of curiosity overtaking over the fear that holds her body, her eyes moving over to the shape of darkness beside her. “W-what do you mean?”
“And why are you suddenly interested in what I have to say hey? Thought I was the big bad you needed to crush and suppress from telling you things?”
The small flit of curiosity in Beets’s mind suddenly changes, as she realises it’s a memory. A memory triggered by one of Bogar’s words. Gift. It grows in size, like a butterfly spreading its wings for the first time as the details return, till the full wingspread memory fills her mind. An image of her home, the wooden cottage she grew up in on the edge of the woods in the Feywild. Another failed attempt at engaging with the other fairy children of the nearby village, another tearful return home, hiding herself upon the ledge of the high green stain glass window of the living room, huddled beneath a blanket.
There’s a light flitter of wing beats before she hears an exaggerated toothy 'whistle', followed by “ Looks like our little bug is chrysalis’ing again, I wonder what she’ll come out like this time.” “I’m not coming out...” Beets responds, with a sniff under her hood of blankets.
“Oh? And why might that be little bug?” Says the soft warm voice of Gramps, as he shuffles up to sit cross legged beside her.
“No one likes me, they all call me names…I-I’m not like them.." There's a pause. "I hate being...Different…” says the huddled form of Beets.
“We’ll now”, says Gramps thoughtfully, “Do you really think being different is such a bad thing? Why, wouldn’t it be boring if on ya birthday all ya presents were the same, you’d get bored of them in a flit! ‘Cept maybe one, one …Special gift” he ventures, and then stops, waiting patiently till the small somber face of the small fairy child turns to look at him with a sniff. “You Beets. You’re our gift, mine and your Pa's, just as your mama told me before she left. And your unique wrappings’n’all, are what make you special, never forgot that hm?”
The small fairy girl sniffs again, rubbing an arm across her eyes, before eventually, emerging from the blankets, crawling over to curl up in the waiting lap of her loving grandpa in the emerald glow of the window.
Beets blinks and the warm green comforting light of the memory is gone, as if swept away into the night. She glances back to the dark form perched beside her, before taking a dep breath to steady herself, before she spins her whole body on the tiles to face it. “Okay you want to talk? Let’s talk!" She starts quickly, as if the speed will help her hold her nerve. "But you’re answering my buggin’questions! What do you mean ‘failed gift?’
“Oh and now you want me to answer questions too? Perhaps I should take your request to heart and just leave you alone.”
“Well I took care of you the last time you showed up with Marto, which I’m still buggin’angry about you creep! Yet you’ve obviously come crawling back for some flittin’reason.” Beets retorts with a scowl.
“So you want me here? Or no? Doesn’t seem to be consistency here Beets. Choose one or the other.”
“I don’t flittin’know!! Beets cries out, flitting into the air exasperatedly. “All know is, I breath in some creepo’mummy dust, then my chest really buggin’hurts and I black out! Next flittin’thing, I know got this dark buggin’droning in my head and some freaky monster buggin’trying to burst outta me when ever I tried to flittin’sleep! And then-it tried to make me buggin’attack Marto-when he tried to help..me…” She stops in her airborne tirade to look down at the shadowy figure. “That was buggin’ you wasn’t it? Even then?”
“Nope.” Responds the shadow.
“Well,not really. It’s complex”
“Huh? Really? Care to start explaining then-Bogar? If that really flittin'is your name!” Beets says as she lands arms crossed back on the roof, eyeing the shadow suspiciously.
"Nope, not yet. Maybe in a while. I think there's something I should show you first. Give it time though, I need to find where it is first.” Says the shadow.
“Hmph!” Beets rolls her eyes. "Not gonna find much sitting up here talking to me..."
"Heh, thought I'd just give you some time to realise I'm not trying to fight you. I'm on your side Beets, trust me."
Says the fading voice in the night, as the shadow begins to dissipate...
"Trust you?!" Scoffs Beets,"I'd sooner buggin-“, Cutting off as she realises the shadowy form is growing looser.
"H-HEY! Where are you going?! I haven't flittin'finished talking with you!"Beets tries to flit forward and grab hold of the shadow, but her hands grasp empty air. As if there was nothing there to begin with...
"Bogar?...Bogar?!" Beets shouts into the shadows of the rooftops surrounding her, and yet they remain resolutely still and silent, for the remainder of the night.