This is a story that I wrote for and their character Ïary Pirukendlokte

The full image of the character can be found here https://www.furaffinity.net/full/28455791/

I wrote this some weeks ago, when the character was first shown to me. She is so cool, I had to write something!

This story is set in a human earth in a "middle ages" kinda time. There are not normally anthro beings in this world.

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The Forest Has Eyes And Arrows
Written by VAEU

We moved here not long ago.  It has been maybe a month now.  Life is a bit of a mess as of late, and having to build a cottage in the middle of nowhere, hasn't helped tensions between myself and my family.  My day has been slow, and I’m caught in a relentless loop of boredom and restlessness.  Deciding that there is nothing for me at home right now, I head out to explore the surrounding area.  

Having never wandered more than a hundred paces from home, everything is new to explore. Picking a direction, I set out for the nearby forest.

After an uneventful walk down an overgrown path, I arrive at the forests edge. I noticed a few faded hoof marks in the path along the way, and I wonder if I might see any local deer as I explore.  Now surrounded by tall, fully grown trees, I can’t seem to find any defined pathway.  Strange, seeing as the trail I just followed to get here was once fairly well used.  Deciding to forge onward, I progress deeper into the thick maze of green that lays ahead of me.  Every step feels awkward and graceless, deadfall and loose twigs crunching under foot.  Sighing at my lack of stealth, I’m thankful theres nobody out here but my family.  Nobody has lived out this way in ages, due to myths and fairy-tales warning of dark spirits watching over the land.  Those story's are hundreds of years old however, and very likely fuelled by the overconsumption of mead.  So my family decided to move out here and live off the land, far from the politics of society.

As I crunch further ahead, I eventually come upon a gently flowing stream.  The water is clean, and I have developed quite the thirst, so I crouch on the rocky banks to take a drink.  Just as I submerge my hands in the cool water, I hear a rock shift, a short way upstream.  Glancing up in surprise, I am elated to see that my suspicions were true.  There are deer in these woods after all.  All I can see is a partial silhouette over the crest of a small hill.  It looks like a buck, with a gracefully smooth face, and a well defined rack of antlers.

In my moment of focus on the interesting creature not far away, I accidentally overbalance the rock I had been kneeling on, and unceremoniously tumble into the stream.  Shallow as it may be, It still takes me a moment to get up from the waters I had fallen in, and by then, my new ‘friend’ is long gone.  

Despite being soaking wet, I still really don’t want to go home.  With the hopes I might find a clearing to sun-dry my clothes in, I move farther into the woods, past the stream.   Before long, I happen across an open meadow, in its centre, a cluster of smooth rocks.  Upon closer inspection, I notice that the smallest of the rocks has a series of strange runes etched in its surface.

Intrigued, I move to touch it.  As my hand draws near, It is as though the rock itself is emitting heat, or something...  A pulsating warmth.  Truly fascinated, I go to pick it up.  ‘Hefting’ is the wrong word for picking the stone up, as it is incredibly light...  Just then, my blood turns cold in and instant, as an all too familiar sound rings out from the tree line.  

The thrum of a longbow has the chance to echo faintly, before the soft hiss of an arrow fills the air.  Someone is shooting at me!  The sharp broad-head tip of the arrow, slices through the flesh on the top of my forearm, causing me to flinch in pain and drop the strange stone I had lifted from the earth.  Without thinking, I take off running, away from where the shot came from.  Much to my dismay, more are loosed in my direction, at a rate suggesting that there is more than one shooter.

I thank the gods when I am not found by another arrow, as I make it back into the dense forrest.  The archers who were shooting at me must have been terrible shots... or perhaps they were just trying to scare me off?  Why are there people out here?  Let alone ones that shoot first and ask questions later?

Knowing I am not in the clear, I keep running, stumbling, crunching through the forrest, in a wide arc to try and get home.  I come across the stream again, where I saw the deer earlier, and jump over it at a narrow point.  Snapping a glance over my shoulder, I am given pause for a moment.  There's the buck that I saw earlier!  Why has it not run away from me with all the noise I am making?

I am soon greeted with even greater confusion.  The stag, mostly enveloped in low lying shrubbery, rises from its place, taller, and taller.  It stands up on its hind legs, as though it were a man!  He moves forth from his place in the shadows, and it is made plain.  It is not a buck that stands before me, but some form of strange human-like doe.  At least, it appears female.  Her antlers are not more than a crown of twigs.  

Entranced by the strange nature of the encounter, I completely forget about my attackers and take a long look at her.  She is clad in a dark green cloak, and has layers of ornate handcrafted clothing and armour underneath.  Her eyes meet mine with an intensity I have never known, glaring into my very soul.  And she is holding... holding-  a bow!  She wields a majestic longbow, and a full quiver of arrows!  Gods!  Is she my attacker?  Not a band of men with bows out for my blood, but just one archer?  

My eyes flick between the bow, and the gash on my arm, its bleeding not even close to clotting.  She notices this, and as my eyes meet hers once more, her scowl darkens.  Over her shoulder she pulls an arrow from her quiver and has it knocked on the string before I could blink.  Mesmerized and in shock, I watch her level her stance and raise the bow.  Her arrow aimed at me, heart pounding in my ears, all I can do is watch in panic as she draws the bow back, and anchors the tip of her finger against her cheek.

We stand like that for a second.  Her, with an arrow aimed at my heart, and myself, quaking in my boots, unable to move.

The moment of tense silence is broken by the sound of a large fly buzzing, three dozen paces away.  As it hovers above a still pool at the edge of the stream, she flicks her gaze to it, then back to me, and then back to the fly.  Taking the hint, I force myself to look away from her, and stare at the insect that had intruded during such a tense moment.  Knowing I was watching the bug, floating erratically across the stream, she turns, and puts an arrow through it.  The very arrow she had intended to put in my chest.  The fly died before it hit the water.  Snapping my gaze back to her in shock and fear, I notice her smile.  A smile that never reaches her eyes.

Still glaring daggers into my soul, she motions for me to leave, with a gentle shooing motion.  Still locked in fear, I remain.  Clearly irritated by this, she reaches for a new arrow.

Understanding the gesture, my eyes widen.  Galvanized into motion, I finish my run home.

—

When my family asks what had happened to my arm, I lie, and tell them that I cut myself on a sharp branch while running from wolves.  I’m not sure I believe what I saw that day.  Why would my family?  Because of my lie, they stay clear of the forrest, fearing the ‘ravenous wolves’ I told them about.  But sometimes, when nobody is looking, I walk through the woods alone.  I can feel her watching me every time, but I never tried to find the strange stones again, and I believe that is the only reason I am still alive.



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This is a story that I wrote for and their character Ïary Pirukendlokte

She can be found here https://www.furaffinity.net/full/28455791/