Cursed Yoshi
Chapter 99 = The Feral Way
Disclaimer: All characters here are of my own
invention, but the original idea of Yoshies, Birdos, etcetera, are copyright of
Nintendo, and I make no money from writing this.
32nd of Eira, CD
2156; Somewhere in the Crelata Forests
The rest of the journey had
gone without problems, the group stopping midway to take a break and bury the
bodies of the fallen they had carried from the battle. Eventually finding a
clearing, Darkmark watched as they unpacked all the tents and supplies with
such speed and precision that anyone could tell they had done it many, many
times before.
Darkmark offered his help a
few times but was politely refused, eventually joining the sentries watching
the perimeter as the less important things were unpacked and spread out. A
hunting party was dispatched and came back with fruit and meat for the
settlement, but the whole time he was there Darkmark felt like he was being
watched. Not that he was terribly surprised; a non-feral with wings and shining
red eyes tended to stand out in a group of ferals.
As the food was prepared or
cooked and handed out, the ferals thanked Karshina before eating, with some of
them sticking around to talk, some mourning the losses of their friends or
family, and others heading off to do their own thing, the children staying near
the area where the food was to get extra or play with their friends.
Eating mostly from his own
supplies, when Darkmark stood up from the gathering of ferals who were still
eating and turned to leave he was accosted by the sky-blue feral he rescued
earlier, and dragged almost literally into a nearby tent.
“What is it?” Darkmark asked,
wondering if she was injured.
She let go of his arm and
stood before him, looking into his eyes. “I… I never got to thank you properly
for saving me earlier.”
“Really, it’s alright…” he
began.
She cut him off by wrapping
her arms around him and kissing him firmly, trying to pull him onto the
cushions on the floor but not able to overcome his strength, as he resisted her
affections enough to push her away…
Marcus gave a muffled command, before putting his hands on Shiala’s chest and gently but firmly pushing her away from him. Still keeping her at arms’ length, he sighed and said, “It’s too soon… I don’t want to just yet, you know?”
Darkmark forced the memory
out of his head. “Please, don’t…”
“Why not?” She insisted,
gently pulling his hands off of her. “If you hadn’t helped me, I would have
died… I should repay you for that.”
“I have… bad memories.” He
said sadly. “I knew another feral, but she… she was murdered.”
Blood splashed
down Shiala’s front and onto the ground, and her body began to sag as her
consciousness started to make the permanent slip into the oblivion that was
death…
“Death is nothing new to me,
or to any of us.” She replied, moving a hand up and stroking Darkmark’s cheek
as she saw him turn away slightly, his features turning into a grimace of
sadness mixed with hatred. “You saw it… we healed the wounded, picked up the
bodies, and moved on for our own survival… yes, we carried the bodies, but we
buried them after awhile and said farewell and kept going… that’s just how it
is.”
“My hands are stained with blood, and the darkness is coming for me… so many deaths I have had to avenge… so many lives I have taken… I know what I must do, but whether I can do it when the time comes, I do not know…”
“It’s… I don’t… I can’t think
that way.” Darkmark mumbled. “I… I guess I’m still naïve like that.”
“You know it’s a problem,
though…” she whispered softly to him, putting her arms around him again. “Some
way or another you have to change the way you think, you have to move on, to
accept what others offer you…”
“Like this. Doesn’t this feel good? If you feel good or happy, you can forget easier. But if you get depressed and feel down, then you’ll dwell on the past. I believe that’s one of Manny’s proverbs; ‘Those who live in the past are unprepared for the future’.”
“I think I can help you get over her. If you’re happier, then you can move on easier, right?”
“What you’re saying is right.” Darkmark whispered
back, closing his eyes and trying to ward away the memories flooding back to
him. “I know it is. But I… I can’t…”
“You have to try anyway.” She said in a low tone,
moving up close to him once more. “Don’t say you can’t if you’ve never tried…
of course you’ll never be happy if you don’t look for happiness… and if you
don’t let people make you happy…”
Darkmark opened his eyes and looked at her. She had
to be a bit older than he was, but was still the typical feral – strong and
powerful, yet caring to her friends. “Why… why are you doing this?” He asked.
“Why are you trying so hard to help me?”
“Because you helped me. You saved my life.” Came the
reply. “I don’t have much to offer you… just my words, and my body… but you’re
troubled. To think that someone who helped me is so troubled bothers me as
well, and if I can do anything to relieve that…”
She felt no opposition this time as she pulled him
down onto the cushions, rolling up on top of him and whispering into his
ear-hole. “Anything… if it’ll relieve your mind, if it’ll make you happy… if
only for a little while…”
Darkmark put his arms around her body, closing his
eyes again. The warmth of her comforted him a little, but… he hardly knew her.
He didn’t even know her name. But then again, it was the feral way… and if it
would make him happy, there was nothing to lose. Whatever he might be, Saviour
or Dark God, Fabled One or just Traveller, he still needed to be happy…
He felt her lips at his again, and he offered no
resistance, lost in thoughts and memories and pleasurable feelings and moral
conflicts, trying to decide what to do…
Have I fallen so far as to resort to this for pleasure? For happiness?
But it gives me enjoyment and nothing is wrong with it…
But it is empty… empty pleasure… but pleasure nonetheless.
Is this really the only way I can achieve happiness?
No… but it is readily available, you can take it right now…nothing is wrong with it… it harms nobody…quite the opposite…
It won’t make me happy.
But I don’t know
that…
As her hands danced across his skin, deftly removing
his equipment, he sank back into the cushions and submitted himself to her, for
a single night forcing away all his troubles and problems and forsaking his
worries for simple, fleshly pleasures…
Forgive me,
Shiala… he thought absently
at one point, sometimes I just want happiness.
To be continued…