Home Research PapersUrisk deep in his drawn, gaunt face. “Yes, Doctor.”

Urisk deep in his drawn, gaunt face. “Yes, Doctor.”

Urisk was described as having the lower half of a goat and the
upper half of a man, was known to haunt pools of water and waterfalls near the
Scottish Highlands, and chronicled as being lonely, seeking out human
companionship; The unusual nature of his physical appearance frightened away
anyone he would try to interact with. Despite being famous for helping farmers
tend to their fields, he was also known to frighten humans by following them
through the dark and lonely places of the world, but few knew that he did neither
of these two things. For, if he wasn´t sitting by lonely pools, waiting for
passers-by in the hope of friendship, he could be found at Saint Mary´s
hospital, with his therapist. You have to feel sorry for him. The therapist
that is…

Saint Mary’s Hospital in Waterbury, CT;

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Dr. Andre leaned back in his leather armchair, eyes moving
across the page in his notepad.

“Master Urisk is it?”

Urisk took in a deep breath, rubbing his large pointed ears
and furrowing his hairless brows set deep in his drawn, gaunt face.

“Yes, Doctor.”

Andre looked up from his notepad, and gestured to a small
children´s toy, not quite dissimilar from a wood truck, resting on the floor.

“Let´s discuss your childhood, shall we?”

Urisk wringed his hands together, sitting up from his
resting position on the couch, seeming as if he wished to leave, and with good
reason, that is. As a childling he was always the last picked by playground
football captains, shunned by the other children due to his concerningly thin
hair.

“Do not leave yet, we´ve barely begun the session, Master.”
Dr. Andre spoke urgently, moving his hands frantically, as if afraid. He was
used to therapying fae, but usually these were of a more humane looking nature.

“I shall continue the session, but I wish for you to look
at me during its entire duration.” Urisk felt a pang of disgust while he said
this. The doctor shunned him for his peculiar appearance, just like all others,
apparently unable of looking at Urisk for more than half an hour.  

“Of course, it is only appropriate I do so,” Andre spoke
carefully, aware of the thin thread he was hanging on to, “but do tell, why is
it you wished to leave?”

“I had no desire of leaving, merely flustered by the question,
that´s all. You see doctor, as a child, despite my athletic prowess I was
always left out because of my looks, and well, that memory caused my anger to
swell.”

Urisk left out the part where he felt pain at being left
out, he may be fae, but he was a fae child at some point too, and children feel
emotions much more delicately than adults do. It was at this early stage too,
that Urisk began to lose his hair, except for his beard.

“Does this mean you do not like the experiences you had as
a child?”

Dr. Andre began to take notes, as usual, noting the fact
that Urisk dislikes his childhood memories, forgetting for a moment that he was
supposed to stare at Urisk for the entirety of the session. Mayhap Urisk will
forget or won´t notice at all that the good doctor deviated his eyes.

“As a matter of fact, yes; but this feeling is not
restricted to childhood experiences, I become angry still.”

The doctor´s hands began to shake slightly as he stared
into the eyes of Urisk. Afraid of asking the question he was supposed to ask:

“Angry still at what, if I may ask?”

Dr. Andre´s voice was trembling slightly and he began to
stand up cautiously while he asked the little question, trying to hide his
movements from Urisk.

“If only you would listen to me — I’m really quite a
simple being,”

Urisk stood up and began to pace around his couch, looking
directly into the doctor´s eyes.

“Well, you are known as being humble and lonely.”

The doctor laughed nervously, trying to comment without
putting himself in any further danger. Unaware to the fact that he was already
in very much danger.

“Humble, what a lovely description of me, but lonely?
Oh, that word. Why in the world would I be lonely? Perhaps my looks…”

Urisk put himself directly in front of the door, allowing
no one inside, or out. He felt despondent because of repeated rejection, only
stronger in hope that some soul may take to him, even if only in sympathy.
Can´t the man see that what makes Urisk angry still is the fact that he looked
away? Doesn´t the doctor realize that he made an awful mistake in looking away?

“Yo-u-uu-r loo-k-ks?” Dr. Andre was no longer
trembling slightly; he was now stuttering and shaking uncontrollably.

“Indeed, my looks, those same looks that you find so
repulsive that you had to look away,” Urik was snarling while he grabbed
the doctor by the neck, lifting him up the floor whilst choking him. “And
the last looks you will see before you die.”

 

He holds an air of longing; the chance of
finding a soul mate is a far away goal. Ready, willing and able, the Urisk
would make a loyal and trustworhty companion, if not so misunderstood.

Humble and lonely, the Urisk is not
despondent because of repeated rejection, only stronger in hope that some soul
may take to him, even if only in sympathy. He holds an air of longing; the
infrequency of such kithain means the chance of finding a soul mate is a far
away goal. Ready, willing and able, the Urisk would make a loyal and
trustworhty companion, if not so misunderstood.

 

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