This is an old story I found in my deviantart account. I thought I'd post it since it involves deer, although it has to do with my old First Person Shooter community. I wrote this a long time before I became a TEF member.
The hunter is my character from the FPS community, who originally kills deer but has a change of heart after what happens in this story.
A few more things...
AOD - "Angels of Death", an organization Chris is part of.
Doom - Doomhammer, a friend of Chris'
Quad - QuadRaptor, Chris' nickname (not Quad, the deer from TEF)
Anyway, enjoy!
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"Change your thoughts and you change your world."
- Norman Vincent Peale
A loud shriek pierced the silence of the woods. She couldn't help herself from letting it out, but it was by far the worst pain she had ever felt. The Doe was generally very clever, and could often spot traps set by hunters and avoid them easily. But this time, she paid too much attention to one trap that she did not see the second trap that waited to sink its teeth into her leg.
She held her voice wisely, trying not to make too much noise as she didn't want to give away where she was. The pain increased dramatically every time she struggled, and the trap's teeth burrowed deeper into her skin. Blood was already seeping out and running down her leg and covering the metal teeth. She wanted help - some other deer to come and free her if they knew how, or if all else, to accompany her when she could endure the pain no longer. But alas, she was alone and terrified.