Author's Note: Call it a bit of a teaser for 'Lost' (the story based within this AU). It's an attempt at a third person story; something that I'm not entirely comfortable with doing. But, I felt like this story would be best told with this particular POV.
Don't worry, the actual story is coming soon. I just need to finish De-Evo and begin its sequel before I can do it.
Also, I don't know if ya'll know this. But, I've got a Tumblr now. It's Themightywolftiger. I'm posting traditional art to it and stuff regarding AUs. I'll still post drawings here; however, I feel like people will like these drawings more there...
Enjoy.
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WOooOOOooOooOooosh! WOoOOoOooOoooOoOOOooosh!
A cold, icy wind raced across the desolate land. Snow was coming down in sheets as a lone, icy blue form trudged forward but without a destination.
Who was he?
He's not even sure at this point in time.
His memories had been fogged like the landscape around him. Sadly, even if he could get the memories back, it would only be a matter of time before the fog returned with the next snowstorm. And while the man's memories were failing him, his body could adjust to the cold... But for how long?
The blond deer hybrid didn't have an answer. He just knew to keep walking forward and hopefully he'll find some sort of answer...
The man's tail twitched as he looked up towards the gray sky. A weak sound escaped from him as he watched as the current storm came to a stop.
Is it over?
The man thought to himself as his ears twitched.
The deer hybrid's ears twitched as he unfolded his arms and reached a hand towards the sky. When he confirmed that the snow had stopped, he looked around and wandered over to a dead tree that had lost most of its branches.
" Urk!" The man's legs quivered as he leaned against the tree before collapsing into the snow. The man's ears lowered as he dug into his pockets and brought out a thing of bread. A low rumble escape from his stomach as he bit into the barely warm piece of cooked dough.
Once the man finished his piece of bread, he crossed his arms over his chest. A quiet yawn escaped from him as he leaned his head against the tree. The man's eyes slowly closed as his breathing stilled as he tried to get some sleep.
" Martyn?"
The man's eyes instantly snapped open at the concerned voice. Immediately, he struggled to his hooves as his ears pivoted about. He knew that voice.... He loved that voice.....
" N-Netty?" The man, Martyn, questioned as his heart began to race.
Netty was here.... Netty was alive....
" N-Netty?!" Martyn raised his voice, " N-Netty! WHERE ARE YOU?!" he called out as his body began to shake. Martyn kept looking around until he spotted the distance silhouette of his wife.
" NETTY!" Martyn cried out as he forced himself to run. Martyn's frozen legs unthawed as each hoofstep dug into the snow-covered ground.
With each desperate stride from Martyn, the wind tried time and time again to push him back.
" NETTY!" Martyn cried out again as the wind dug into his body; Each strike now feeling like daggers digging into his skin. Martyn's body was quivering as his icy form morphed back to his normal one.
" NETTY PLEASE! IT'S ME!" The deer hybrid cried out as the wind tried to deafen him.
WOooOOoOOoOooOooOOooOooOooOOOOOsh!
The snow clung to Martyn's body and began to slow him down. The hybrid's tail was thrashing as his body began to quiver.
Pop!
Martyn's leg suddenly buckled alongside the sickening pop.
THUD!
Martyn slammed face first into the snow and gasped in pain. The hybrid's body was shaking as he pulled his face out of the snow.
A slow smile formed on Martyn's face as Netty slowly turned around. The sugar glider's ears twitched as her tail swished.
" Oh Ear to the Listeners....."
Martyn's ears lowered as his eyes widened.
No...
A coy smile formed on Netty's face as her eyes opened to reveal blank, glowing, and purple eyes.
" Such a fool to believe that your wife was within arm's reach...." The Watcher wearing Netty's face laughed. Martyn's ears lowered as he began to shake with rage or terror (it was hard to determine which).
" W-What have you done with her? With me?" Martyn questioned as he tried to force himself to stand. The hybrid's body was shaking as his popped leg refused to move.
The Watcher rolled their eyes and crossed their arms behind their back. With a swish of their tail, they walked over to Martyn and kneeled down in front of him.
A low purr escaped from the being as they touched the bottom of Martyn's fuzzy chin to raise his head upwards.
" Your wife is safe within her own prison... You? Well, it doesn't matter what we've done to you..." The Watcher motioned towards the sky. Martyn was forced to look upwards as the snow began to fall.
" The snow will continue to fall.... and the illusions shall continue...." The Watcher let go of Martyn's chin causing his head to fall back into the snow. Martyn glanced up at the Watcher and weakly forced out a growl.
As the snow continued to drift downwards, the Watcher snapped their fingers as giant, purple wings stretched out to their full wingspan. A soft, eerie chuckle escaped from them.
" I'll see you next time the storm clears, Martyn..." The Watcher purred as their voice shifted back to sounding like Netty. Martyn could only muster a whimper as his eyes closed and his mind returned to the fog.
