A darkened figure lay against the bases of the underlying roots of the Old Oak. His breathing was heavy, his vision blurred and his heart beating so wildly that his wounds deposited the thick, tar-like substance at the same tempo. He tried to stable himself many times during the previous day, but had failed. He tried again, his legs shaking underneath his weight, but he had virtually no strength left in him and he failed yet again. He couldn't even speak too well, as his words came out in mutters and blurts. 
i logged on and actually found someone to play around with giving each other random antlers, pelts, and masks and i finally got the stuff i wanted i will upload a picture latter of my deer! See yall in The Endless Forest! 
