Some random writings that were inspired from last night |D

She pursued the strange deer, they would pay for trying to attack the innocent fawns. She was already emotionally charged from missing out on time with Lorak after Cal appeared and hung around. Cirrus chased after the orange and silver deer, they seemed strange to her they didnt act like normal deer, for starters they were trying to eat their own kind. Once again they had stopped to find another victim. She charged up and reared infront of them kicking out her front hooves at their skulled faces, connecting with a loud crack. The orange stag backing down under the echoing blow.
Cirrus stood over the fawn, who appeared clueless to what was happening. But the stags growled back and charged forward. She lowered her now antlered head to defend herself, giving them a face full of many sharp white prongs. Thanks to forest magic she could remove her usual stubs and swap them for intimidating antlers. However they were not deterred, one coming from the side and lunging at her. She took the blow hard and swayed but tried to stand her ground. The attack finally made the fawn flee deep into the forest. She sighed in relief but was met with a charge from the Silver deer in the chest, she felt the prongs pierce her chest and glide through her skin and fur, she was thrown backwards and gave a cry of pain. The two stags stood over her, looming. She struggled to stand, winded from the blow. She wondered why they weren't attacking her. They appeared to say something to one another before bolting. She felt a surge of anger and adrenalin and tore off after the deer.
She felt the presence of another joining in her pursuit, she turned her head and recognised the dark pelt, skull mask and strange Day of the Dead antlers, though this time instead of chasing her they seemed to understand what was happening. On this rare occassion she was glad Pride was there. The pattern of attack and chase continued on, she and Pride would keep defending fawns that were sleeping, parrying and swapping blows.
Soon they were joined by a large black stag with enormous red antlers and another with her brother's pelt. Gehirn and Cutlass. There were also a few others she didnt recognise.
She was now wearing down, her adrenalin rushes dissappearing and replaced with fatigue. She was covered in blood from cuts and bruises. It seemed the two strange, growling stags were giving up, their attacks coming to a halt and they were now just fleeing from the small herd of deer. Cirrus gave a weary cry of victory and stopped running with the group and watched them vanish into the trees. She found herself taking pained breaths, and she staggered to her place of quiet at the ruins and collapsed near a familiar gravestone. Gradually her body began to ache and pain took over, her breathing shallow and fast and her warm blood dripped onto the ground arond her. She wished he was here, she didnt know where he'd gone after she'd left him with Cal. She felt a brief twinge of anger. She had just wanted to see him, alone. But no she had been there and buzzed around them. She began to feel tears well in her eyes, unsure if it was because of the great pain she was in, or emotional pain. She gave a final, weak, saddened cry before slipping into unconsciousness.



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Adopted from Valenth

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