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Orderic| Stag |Renegade (Blessed roamer/herbalist)

early summer 774

Glenwood, Glenmore

It was wierd. He was dead, it couldn’t be anything else, but… Why he felt so sick ? Why he had the feeling he would throw up at any moment? And why, WHY his head was jumping against something at the same time strong and soft? Was it how death was supposed to be? He didn’t know, but it wasn’t really what he expected.
Then, as he opened the eyes, he could see he wasn’t on the ground. Under him, a round shoulder, a leg entering in and out his field of view. It wasn’t better. He felt his last meal turn around in his stomach… it wasn’t a lot, but still enough to annoy him. His nostrils caught a scent, his ears the sound of a breathe, of steps. No. he wasn’t on the ground, he was on the back of a fawnling.
Jumping, he tried to giggle, to free himself, but he was weak… so weak ! A soft, hoarse voice replied : “Don’t move. You’re badly injured, any movement can make it worse.” He already knew this voice ! He turned the head, just enough to catch a glimpse of a heavy rack covered of leaves. “You… Why…?” He didn’t recognize his voice. It was so faint !
“I refused to kill you the last time. I’ll not let you die now.”
Without stopping to walk the large stag turned the head. He didn’t have to look at the way, he knew the forest, he could feel it. He was the forest. “You are lucky. The branch hit a rib, and slipped under your shoulder. I managed to remove the branch and stop the blood to flow, but you need a healer. You lost far too much blood.”

Saintsaulieu wasn’t able to handle the softness of the brown eyes. “But… why… You don’t know me…”Orderic shook his heavy head in a sound of the breeze in the foliage. “I know you, little Lord. I know any of you. The forest talked about you.” He chuckled, it always amusing him to impress a little. And easy too. “I just heard you talk alone near the pond. I don’t know Knox, but I know his daughter. And… I think you need her, right? Maybe more than you think.”
Saint said nothing. Yes… Maybe he needed help after all. Closing the eyes, exhausted, he let the path of the stack rock his sleep. In a whisper, he just said before sleep totally : “Good bye, my dear. I love you…”

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