As this story unfolds, with Yorres catching up to Baal, as well as Walter I would be honored to have the privilage of including it here, continuing my writings about the events with the dead fawn.
More to come. Turns out there will be 3 parts to this story instead of two.
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Virgil leapt with his muscular legs, over the fawn and aimed his thick, solid antlers at the very vulerable side of the massive stag. Baal turned his horrified gaze from the fawn to Virgil, who landed his horns into the soft flesh of the stag. He roared, sending waves of thunder past the trees of the forest and sending every awake being into fear.
There were no words from the two.
Their eyes spoke everything.
Hate, confusion, anger...
Loathing.

No matter how deep each wound was, nor how much blood poured from each of them, they didn't make a sound. Their minds were not concious of the pain their bodies were experiencing...
The fawn cried for them to stop, yet it could not speak. It tried to walk between them, their antlers crashing and their hooves smashing into the ground and into flesh, but its body was no longer a part of it, and no solid mass met another. The fawn was air, a goul, a ghost... it could no stop the actions of the living. Did it have to see more death...? It ran frantically inside and out of both the fighting stags, but their eyes were locked in an unescapable stare. The sky could have been falling, and the world ending with it, and they would have fought to the end. The little fawn's eyes radiated every word she felt for her own soul.
Saddness, acceptance, fear, love...

Please...
Ephra kicked at Baal, who with one turn of his neck, sent her to the ground. beneath his crying mask deep heavs of brething could be heard. Virgil was sent into a frenzy, he ran in fron of the fallen Ephra.

"What an act of foolish selflessness Virgil. I admire your love for her." Virgil's piercing green eyes were aflame with hate and blind anger. His antlers were coated with blood, and both of the stags were bleading heavily.

The fawn stepped forward.

Baal finally broke the chain of hateful staring as he turned to see the little thing. His ears immediatly went back, but he did not fight. Virgil loosened his tense posture. Ephra stood, and Virgil helped her, whilst keeping a weary eye on the monster.

"Leave me. Why won't you die?!" His hoof fell through her head. She coninued to walk forward. He backed up. Ephra and Virgil watched intently, but made no move to step forward. This was the fawn's time.

Baal ran. Mud and stone kicking up behind him, falling through the little fawn. She ran effortlessly to catch up with him. He saw her again, her perfect little body. He had crushed it! Broken it! Left it to die... How was she here?

He tumbled into the trench where the stream followed to the pond. The crying idol's eyes washing the blood from his body. He cowered as she watched him lovingly from above.
She shook her head grimly, and bowed to him.
"What do you want?!!" He screamed kicking up water from the trench. It fell through her. She would not be beaten. Could not. He collapsed, and she walked down the hill. He shuttered as she rubbed his fur with her face. she could hear it.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

"You forgive me?" The fawn backed up and nodded solwly. "But why...?" The memories of his hooves coming down upon her soft shell of a body... her breath leaving her and the blood that remained. How could that deed be forgiven? By her of all.

She bowed, and stared lovingly and acceptingly into his eyes.
He took in a breath and slept.
He had been forgiven...

The fawn raced to whenre Virgil and Ephra were. She was not wounded, but badly shaken up. Virgil stomped. "What do you want from us?!" The fawn nuzzled him, and he backed up, still confused at this being. She had brought the monster here. She was why Ephra had been hurt. She was the reason Ephra was sick. The fawn cowered, and motioned to Ephra who stepped forward. The fawn bowed its head, nuzzled her, and faded into nothingness and the two were left alone.