Blackhoof's story
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Take Care, she said.

Stay close she said, don’t die she said. She never actually said it to the fawn. But in her eyes she meant it. Her eyes golden, he voice sweet, and the Stag stern and protective. They would constantly say that this is our child to the wind, this is our hope. And the wind would cry a shrill and say this is my bidding, to kill. The fawn was there hope for a new world. To find the does that headed to the mountains to escape the creatures.

This is our hope, they said, this is our wish. They traveled, keeping the fawn close while the thought about the does and the children and stags among the mountain. “Darling,” the doe asked.

“Yes,” He looked at her.

“Will…he make it,” she gasped for air.

The stag stared at her, then at the staggering fawn. “He may look weak…but he is strong. If he is like me and you he is strong.”

They walked on, cold an hopeful. On the way they came across other deer caring they young to the mountain on a different route. Every gaze was like a sign of warning or death. Night had came upon the traveling pare, and there fawn. The doe sat with her fawn, the fawns’ eyes wide and curious.

The stag stood over them watching carefully. A yell came from the night’s air. The fears where coming. You could stand against them if strong, but nothing could stop them from taking or killing. “My precious doe, I fear,” the Stag said sadly.

“No, you are weak, you won’t be taken, stand strong, and I will see you,” she cried.
“My son,” the stag shook his head.

“Stop! Do not speak this way! You will not be going,” The doe stared up at him. There gazes firm. They cuddled each other worryingly. The fears where around them. Like fog amongst the hills they circled around the bottom of there feet. Eyes red with pleasure, as they yelped and cried amongst them.

“Your slipping,” The doe cried, the stags warmth was leaving. “Wait, no don’t take him!”

They laughed at her, for if she left the fawn the fawn would be swallowed hole. She cried pleading and wanting his warmth. Then she saw his face pear amongst the shadows infront of her face. Black lines like string rapt around his face slowly “Take care, take care, take care, and take care.” --->3