January 24, 2010 - 1:21am — Latte
I usually start each of my tales with me waking up, or in the middle of doing something fun. Am I right? Well, Today I shall begin my story with what happened last night, the memories will haunt me forever..
I slammed my hooves into the earth coming to a stop. My head turned around frantically. It was night, and something was wrong with the forest. Everyone was missing. My not-so-excellent deer sight tried to see through the bushes for incoming predators, but I could see nothing. The sound of a pelt brushing against a branch. I bolted, my hooves carrying me across the ground like a hare. Adrenaleine pumped through my body , the only thing spurring me on. The trees rushed past and I realised my instincts had taken me to the big oak tree. It was the only place I usually felt safe. I ducked in under it and huddled up in my usual spot, peering through the cracks.
A low growl sounded from outside and the beasts began to circle my hiding spot. I scented the air and I could tell there were three of them. From my spot I could only see massive club like paws walking past the crack. If I didn't get out, they would kill me! I waited for the paws to go past again. And began to time myself.
One....Two....THREE!!
I shot out from the under the tree and charged into the forest, the beasts giving chase. I could hear their snarling splitting the usual silence of the night air. Their huge paws thudded on the ground behind me.
This is the bit where you expect me to trip over, or get snagged on a branch or vine.
But I didn't.
They caught up!
I could feel the hot breathe of the beasts on my haunches, then the thudding stopped and for one moment I thought they had gone. Then there was a stabbing pain in my back, claws ripping through my fur, piercing my skin, the pain shuddered through my whole body, but i twisted round and kicked out with my front hooves. It hit the beast SMACK in the eye.
Now I could see them. We were all standing in a wide meadow.
January 23, 2010 - 12:52pm — Latte
It was early in the morning and me, Serenity and Latte were trotting over to the ruins to see my old friend. The birds were singing their morning songs, their calls echoed through the forest waking up the deer. I inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers their petals were opening to the sun, reaching out for its rays.
" So, What does your friend look like? " Serenity asked.
" He looks like one of those dead deer,he usually sleeps on a tomb in the ruins " I replied.
Serenity's eyes shot open with horror, " Dead...deer? "
" Well, his pelt, mask and antlers are what looks like, off a dead deer , but I assure you he isn't a brain eating zombie "
We arrived at the ruins, I saw my friend laying on the platform just to the left of the ruins. He shook his matted fur and got up slowly, stretching his legs. The sun glinted off the bones that were visible deep in his fur making him look horrifying. He noticed me and turned to face me, his hollow eyes turned in our direction so I ran over. Latte and Serenity kept their distance, too shy to come and investigate.
" Hi there! " I said As soon as I reached him, My friend bowed and I bowed back.
" Hello there young one, I see you have been named by the gods at last " His masked face seemed to study my pictogram " Sparx, eh? What a peculiar name.. "
" Why is it peculiar? " I asked, his answer was cut off by a loud shriek from the air. Startled, I looked up.
Darting through the trees above us was a huge raven, the streams of sunlight glinted off its glossy black wings as he circled, then dived onto the platform. It brought its wings infront of it as it landed so it didn't fall over. Then suddenly the air was filled with a popping sound and in the raven's place stood a stag!
White bones that had been patterned onto its black fur made the skeleton of a deer, the front of it was a strange green and blue pattern. The stag had the same skull mask as my friend and short little antlers.
" Hey there!
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