I had been in these woods for several days now, I knew where everything was and I was sure there was NO danger whatsoever. It was a warm day and the sun beat down making me feel hot and bothered under my fur so I went looking for some water, the pond had already been infested with stags so I went galloping off to the waterfall, it was beautiful, the dozens of poppies scattered around it, they reached toward the sun.. whilst the calming sound of the blue waters trickling down into the stream made it a peaceful place to drink. I slowly lowered my mouth to the water and quenched my thirst when I was aware of a shadow looming over me...I slowly turned and cried out! I bolted straight into the waterfall and let it gush down onto me, over my fur and trickle down my face.
What I had seen was....Well i couldn't be sure...Maybe if I just looked -or peaked?
I peered through the transparent waters and saw it. It was a stag, and it was terrifying, but also amazing. Its wolf-like grey fur was matted in clumps that dangled below its belly, on its sides and hooves part of the skin and flesh has been torn out by some kind of beast, showing its white bones in the light. Its horns were red and fleshy and it was wearing a mask which was...the skull of a deer.
I was sure it was going to eat me but I had to be brave, I had to.
I took a long breathe....and charged at the stag. It took one look at me through its hollow eyes..then fell over laughing. I couldn't understand...then I looked at myself. My fur had turned bright red! I too, fell over laughing and the stag came over to me. If he wasn't so tall I could of looked into his glowing pictogram and read his name. His figure loomed over me and he bent down and nuzzled me carefully with the tip of his mask then he turned and ran, And I ran with him. We galloped through the woods, over the slopes, through the fields of flowers until we came to the ruins. The ruins looke as if it were once a church standing tall and bold but now it was crumbling around the edges and was streaked with moss and ivy in the brickwork. Old graves of humans surrounded the whole scence. At one grave, flies buzzed around it longing for the rotting flesh inside. It sent a shudder down my spine but the 'dead' stag didn't flinch, He settled down and I curled up under his antlers. We sat there for a while, then he tucked his head into his chest and 'poof!' he was gone...