#remisa bulton

[notoriousvisionary]

Songs for Fantrolls: Remisa Bulton

Missing-Evanescence- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBSehQYRP5E

You are the Moon- The Hush Sound- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpUP0jjicqY

House of Cards- Zeromancer- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObBp599gjDs

 A Rose for Epona- Eluveitie- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1lXdLus2WI

Alesia- Eluveitie- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wspAlDjSjAA

[notoriousvisionary]

Fantroll Story: Remisa Bulton's Life

Chapter One: The Beginning

         I was always sure I’d lived perfectly, almost live as if I were in a dream because it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I tried to look on the bright side of things, but then I realized that we were in reality and life’s not a dream.

        My name is Remisa Bulton, I am currently 8 sweeps old but my story really began when I was 4 sweeps old,  I loved drawing, singing, and writing, and I still do but, I havent been able to write or draw or sing for a while now. I decided to walk through the woods near my hive where I resided. My shoulder length black, wavy hair blew in a slightly cold breeze as I sat in the forest. My pointed teeth digging slightly into my lower lip as I drew pictures of me and my lusus in the mud. Beautiful flowers were blooming in this time, so the forest looked so pleasant. Maybe i'd pick some for Deer mom, It was so peaceful and quiet. But soon that peace would come to an end.

        It had all happened so fast, I was full of joy and happiness, picking flowers for my lusus in the forests of my land, when I felt myself being tugged by the collar of the back of my shirt and flung into the air. I looked back to see my lusus flinging me onto her back as she ran through the woods, her hooves tapping hard against the ground.

          I gripped to her white, soft fur, unknowing of where we were going or why. I heard a distant scream, then another, and then another. I began to worry, but we stopped at my hive, my Deer lusus looking around frantically. I hurried inside, packing a few important things and running back to meet her outside. I knew we had to go; there was an atmosphere around this place screaming it to me. I heard shuffling in the trees and jumped back onto Deer moms back, as she quickly began galloping through the brush faster.

          I remember hearing the sound of gunshots, disturbing laughter, and screams growing louder from behind us, flames began to engulf the forest. I was young, only four sweeps to be exact; I didn’t understand at first what was going on but soon I would.

          I heard the sound of the gun firing near by, then heard the cry from my lusus, the brown blood spilling out from her neck as she spun around, flinging me off her back and falling on top of me. I cried out, her heavy body covering my waist down. I heard another shot and her body twitch on top of mine. I tried to move out from underneath her, but I was far too weak. Her blood pooled around her and onto my clothes and skin.  I cried out again, scratching at the dirt covered ground. I heard chuckling from behind me, but I didn’t want to know who it was. I closed my eyes, trying to climb out from underneath my dying lusus. I felt her body twitch atop of mine again, and I began to weep. This day had started out fine but now this!  I felt my hair being tugged and a kick to my face, I slowly opened one eye, to see three faces hovering above me, covered in shades of lowbloods blood…

         “Look at this  shitblood, how pitiful she looks”

         “Ha man, so disgusting, she should be happy that were ridding her land of these pathetic lowbloods.”

          I tried to hold back my tears, but it was hard not to cry when your Lusus had just been shot and you were going to die soon. I feel another kick to my face, my nose now gushing blood.

          “Look at that disgusting filth you bleed!” another one shouted, stepping on my head, forcing my face down into the blood soaked earth. He laughs, repeatedly kicking my head. I groan, flailing my arms and grabbing onto his ankle.

          “Oh the little one has some fight in her I see” one of them cooed.

            I screamed, digging my nails into his skin, he pulled his leg back shouting nonsense at me as he grabbed my hair pulling me out from underneath my probably dead lusus and tossing me hard onto the ground again. “What should we do to this little brat!?” he called out to the other two, they mumbled something and then I felt my dirt covered, bloody face being pulled up to look into the deep blue eyes of one of the trolls.

              “So little one, how do you feel, having your lusus killed, and being beaten an inch from your life, and the feeling of death sinking in too every morsel of your despicable being?” He gripped onto my long horns that sprouted out of the sides of my head and curved around at the top. He dug his sharp yellow nails into them, sending pings of pain into my head and I screamed louder. I opened one eye, looking up at him, a gun in a holster on his arm, he must’ve been the one who shot my lusus, he was to blame…I shook involuntarily in his grip, tears welling in my eyes, my nose still gushing progressively less blood.

        “You shot her, didn’t you?” I tried to sound brave, but it came out more like a squeak.

        The blueblood chuckled and gripped my horns harder, pulling my face towards his, “Yeah, and?” the others chuckled with him and I could feel a chill going down my spine. I let my hand wander the ground looking for anything I could use as a weapon. It ran over dirt and small plants, leaves, and a few small twigs, but finally I felt a stick under my hands, not one of those flimsy, insubstantial twigs. Nevertheless, a thick sturdy stick, I gripped it in my palms, trying to look natural. The blueblood continued laughing, leaning in even closer, “Don’t worry girly, we will end your life slowly and painfully like we did to all the others!”

        I gnashed my teeth together, I couldn’t stand it anymore, if I was going to die, I would fight to the end. I swung my hand hard, jabbing the stick into his eye, sending him squealing back as he flailed his arms about, blue blood spurting from around where the stick had gone in deep. He smacked me in the face, dragging one of his nails across my left eye, sending my own shade to run and splatter across my face, one of the others ran to help him, and the other ran towards me.

        I was quick, jumping up and sprinting into the woods, but it was not soon, before I felt a hard grip on my horns again, pulling me up into the air. I looked into the indigo irises of the taller troll. I was practically mad by now, just doing anything to stay alive. The picture of my dying lusus and my land burning to ashes running through my mind didn’t help either. I scratched his face with my claws, digging them as deep as I could, my fingertips dripping with indigo blood. I never thought I would kill anyone higher then me on the hemospectrum, or anyone for that matter at all.

       He dropped me and reached for his face, grabbing an ax from a holster on his back with his other hand. I reached into my pack, grabbing the tiny lance I had gotten from my lusus not to long ago. It was small but was sharp and could still do a lot of damage. I screamed as he ran at me, and I dodged his blows, swinging the lance into the flesh of his back, sending more blood onto the ground. He fell back onto the earth and I jumped a top him. “This is for Deer mom and my land!” I shouted, stabbing him repeatedly and randomly until he stopped moving and I was covered in his shade. I collapsed and cried again, for what felt like forever. Soon I was set on killing the last one, I ran back towards the opening in the forest my lusus was laying, the other troll and the one I had stabbed in the eye were sitting nearby.

        I stepped into view, confidence bubbling inside me, but not only confidence, but also rage. The troll I hadn’t stabbed stepped towards me, his sharp teeth digging into his lip. I ran towards him first, making the first move. I head butted his gut, pushing him to the ground; he smacked me in the back a few times, digging his nails into my shoulders. I was quick, stabbing my lance through his neck, sending cobalt blood onto my arms and shirt. His eyes rolled back quickly and his body went limp.

           I stared at the last troll that had attacked me, dried blue blood covering his eye. I grinned, he sat up, pulling his gun out of his holster and aiming it at me. “So little one, come to finish me off. I cannot believe a runt like you killed two higher blooded trolls then yourself. It’s kind of revolting!” He laughed, standing up slowly and moving towards me. I took a step back, shaking slightly. He ran towards me, smacking my face with the side of his gun, I swing around to see him reach out for me, he grabs me by the hair and drags me across the ground. My blood leaves a trail across the dirt, only a bit lighter shade than the soil. The sky began to turn darker and dark clouds began to darken it more. A storm was brewing, it always seemed like they were in this land. I threw dirt in his face and he stepped back, I kicked back into his leg three times before I heard it snap beneath my foot and then heard his whimper as he fell to the ground. I climbed on top of his chest, bringing my lance to his other eye.

           “Don’t worry, I will end your life slowly and painfully like I did to all the others!” I cooed, stabbing the lance through his other eye and through his brain, blue blood gushing from the wound, and his body going flaccid. The rain began to start up and the sky became black, my legs let go of feeling, my eyes dark and itching from crying, tears streaming down my face as the rain did to. My nails dug into the ground, as my mind was racing on the fact that I was all alone in the rain pouring outside, covered in the blood of those I had just killed.

          I sat next to the dead body of my lusus, digging my bloodied and beaten face into her blood covered white fur. I wept for at least an hour, before I heard more shuffling around me, then a loud chuckle near by.

          I slowly turned my face to look at the tall, blood and rain soaked troll. He must have been an indigo blood by the purple iris’s he had and the clown paint he wore. Not to mention the bloodied clubs he carried, he smiled wide moving towards me, I flinched, as he got closer to me, and let out a whimper. “Did you do this wriggler?” he asked as he kept moving towards me. I nodded and he laughed again, “NEVER WOULD OF GUESSED YOU’D HAVE THAT IN YOU!” I jumped at the fluctuation in his tone. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him, he looked at the cuts and bruises on my face and then at the blue and indigo shaded blood staining my clothes.

        “You could be useful,” he mumbled, “a cute little wriggler like you could be very useful indeed.” I flinched at the words he was muttering. I closed my eyes as if everything would vanish. He gripped my hair; I could feel his eyes glaring down at me. “Do you want to live or DIE little one!?”

          I opened my eyes wide, living or dying. After what had happened, it was a very tough decision. However, as I was only four sweeps old, I of course chose life, and to this day, I regret picking that choice. Everyday I wonder if choosing life was really worth the pain I go through as his slave. I could have avoided the many scars that indigo scum has dug into my body. The mental pain I have gone through, and the physical pain as well. The humiliation, and the disgust and hate I have felt towards myself.

[notoriousvisionary]

A Poem For My Fantroll

Remisa Bulton:

Leaves begin to wither and tare, arms outstretched long and bare

Trying to find the warmth of day, since the land is gone, there is no play

Sad and cold, we wait for spring

Waiting to hear the life around us ring

But my land is dead, my people too

The lies, The hatred, the truth…

I stay caged and left forever alone

The king, the princess, the slave atones

Abuse, cruelty, neglect, and humiliation

Disgrace, shame, mischief, Exploitation

A fire, a shot, engulfed my life

The path ahead full of pain and strife

My friends and their joyful lies, Ignoring my  distressing cries

I weep, my blood, my scars, my pain

They laugh, Their blood high, greedy and with less strain

I try to run just to be caught and beat

A brown bloodied body, just a bag of bones and meat

Always asking, “Why’d this happen to me”