(Note this will be added to and amended as the story goes on.)



Years ago the world was inflicted with two souls who's only purpose was to bring pain and suffering through death and distruction.
These souls where differnet from others of the balance for they did not follow the laws of existance.

The laws of existance said that for every birth there must be a death. Both souls were to be of equal wieght and power. So this way an old stag may die defending a new fawn.

The exception to the rule were the trees .They where allowed to grow and die at there own pace. for all lfe need them. So great forests covered the lands and all was at peace within themselves.

Until the two new dark souls came.

Down quickly they are comming! Pray we are not seen, hope they can not smell us.
Cinisloupenes gallopes passed on silent paws, his form made of ash yet solid. Ember eyes glowing with the trill of running, the ground burning beneath him. Etermusletum glided alongside, his form changing and bending A black bottomless shadow. Anything he touched turned black and witherd. So they mark their path.
Stay low and run.
Open your wing now and fly clear of them quickly away to the south.


Far to the south is large forest of mixed trees. It's open forest where the sun shines through the canopy higlighting the leaf strewn floor. Near the center of the forest was a pile of ruins from a time forgoten. Hand cut stone and piles of rock the remains scattered around ravaged by time. here and there a gapping hole where a celler may once have been. This is the home to a stag like creature...... If you look closer you might see him asleep by an old worn gravestone. Unlike the stags we know this stag has ram like horns on his head, curled slighly and strong looking. He's a young looking stag not yet in him prime. His coat is a dark colour a velvet like texture light rippling through it as a slight breezes blows by Smell the brezze that fresh earthy smell of the wood the old smell of time .

Listen in the distance can you hear them as the sound of swaying branches suround us a small bleat carries.... There! "maaaarr!" the sound comes and fades on the breeze. Some ones making a noise. We should see if they need anything. We will let sleeping beasts lie for now.....


Traveling through the trees we soon find the sorce of the noise. It's a deer fawn. It's playing with a large rabbit. Oh my what a brave little one ! and what a game. the rabbit s going to make it's self dizzy running in circles but oh how that fawns jumping over it "maaaarr!" aaaa the bleat is in victory for a successful jump. no wonder it's making so much noise.

!Casplat!! "wwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
Oh dear . well i mean Oh Deer! Here comes it's mum. I bet she's not supprised at the end result of the game. I think the rabbits knocked out though can you see his back legs twitching? Poor thing he's goning to be a hot cross bunny i bet when he comes round. Oh good the fawns up. laying spreadegeled is not a good look. Whats that. Oh yes his mothers calmed him down nicely nothing like having your nose licked to make things better.
Let us follow them for a bit. Mother and fawn make their journey North through the forest. how warm it feels in those spots of sunshine. I love the coulours of the leaves dont you. watch out for those tree roots they make a wonderful patern cross crossing over the ground. but are not good for ankles. Mind you looking at that doe she just seems so delicate as she places each foot. Her little girl, yes it's a girls looking tired. It looks like they are going to the bramble thicket over there. Lets have a rest too. We have travel far today.


Wake up! quick cant you feel it. look we can see our breath! its' so cold. It's still dark.... wheres the moon where are the stars? I cant see anything much.
"Thud"
Yes I heard it. It's the doe look can you see there! shes stood up staring at something. wheres the fawn? You can see it where? oh under her. whats scarring them.
The dark it's moving........ its....

Part 2 http://endlessforest.org/community/near-ruins-warning-graphic-gore