September 6, 2010 - 4:26pm — kroovacoontail
Wow, i've never made a journal before... what to put in it? Well, i'll start with when I woke up, I suppose... Hmm...
Um, I woke up next to a tree by the riverbank. It was quite peaceful there, no fawns were up yet, surprisingly. I stood up gracefully and trotted to the edge of the pond, where I waded for some time... nibbling on pond grasses is one of my favorite pasttimes. After quenching the morning thirst, I pricked my ears to hear if Dag or anyone else was up. Nothing... nothing except the small tingling of Virgil's voice hitting the back of my eardrum. Recognizing it, I trotted in that direction until I came upon him, resting contentedly under a birch tree. I called his name softly, trying not to startle this perfect trance. Eventually, he stood up, and we frolicked and romped about for a little bit. It was all good fun, but afterwards we rested under the tree, and soon fell asleep...
I woke up later in the day to a harsh, windy snort in my ear. I looked up to see a large stag--one with plated, blood red antlers, a torn pelt, and a viciously scary skull mask. He reared up on two feet, ready to smash my head open. I rolled out of the way-- Virgil had gone while I was still sleeping. His hooves hit the ground with such a thud that the trees dropped leaves at the sound. My heart was thudding in my chest as he advanced, rearing up before charging. I ducked to the side, throwing myself to the right just as he went zooming by, the wind whistling through his mask. I looked around frantically, but there was nobody there to help me. Snorting and rearing, the stag changed me once more, but, like a deer caught in the headlights, I could not will my body to move, and he crashed into me head on. Cursing under my breath at the pain coming from my shoulder and neck, I roared deeply and charged him without thinking.
As I came into contact with him, I curled my front legs under my chest so that I could reach the extent of my back legs' power. He doubled over, but not for long. Standing up and rearing, he charged me again; I did the same. We smashed into eachother, and the pain dripping throughout my spine endured that of a train wreck. My small antlers were no match for his! I wasn't even half his size...
Roaring, he landed a good kick to my foreleg, and I raced around behind him, nipping at his heels. If there was one thing he didn't have, it was speed. The antlers slowed him down, thank the Twin Gods. The stag lifted his back foot in surprise, and delivered a kick to my face. Backing away, I let out a desperate call for help... nobody seemed to hear me. The stag, seeing all my disadvantages, stomped toward me, then charged with his antlers lowered like a snow-pusher. Without anywhere to run, I charged him again, knowing this was probably the end of me. Just as our antlers made contact, a crack rippled throughout the forest, silencing even the chirping birds. The stag's left antler had broken off! He lowered his ears and ran away, leaning slightly to the right.
He could have killed me, too! If it weren't for my stubby antlers, I would have been road kill...
...Thank the Twin Gods."
We enjoyed the play with you
Thanks for hanging out. ^^
No problem, it was fun!