April 2, 2010 - 2:59am — Latte
The doe lay on her side, her eyes were shut and her breathing was loud and slowing. There were scratches across her torso, thick red blood trickled from them, seeping across the grass like a river. The blood stained her once beautiful white pelt turning it a brown-ish colour. There was a large wound across her face that had been opened up, if she were to survive, this would leave her face scarred and deformed. Her eyes shot open, beautiful hazel eyes filled with pain and with fear. She cried out in her agony, her ears flickering about her.
A voice had entered her mind, it taunted her, whispered fears into her mind forcing the weakness and life from her. Then the shadows from the trees crept out. they moved across the ground and formed into creatures of The Darkness, their bleached white eyes gleamed with evil.
" P-please, no more! " whimpered the poor doe, her little heart pounding against her ribs.
The creatures advanced, hooked fangs and claws bared no mercy in their soul.
The darkness consumed her, tore her soul from her body, The Darkness spread....
But there in the distance a brave stag stood. A flicker of hope. A flame in the darkness.
He shone like the Sun, his eyes like fire. He threw back his head, let out his brave call.
" I have come for The Darkness. Deer of the forest, run for your lives, The Darkness is coming he will spare none. "
He put his head down, his antlers a sheild and with hooves of iron and a heart of pure gold he charged across the turf ....
The Darkness...
and
The Light...
Gagh more inspiration.
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