The deer of the Endless Forest cowered beneath the bushes and trees around them, does huddled their fawns closer to them hushing them to be silent as she listened.
All the deer of the forest shared the same fear, it was time for Death to claim yet another life.
There was a loud bang and a stag let out a call of alarm, darting from his hiding place and out into the open. Death heard. Death saw.
The chase began.
The huge monstorous stag gave chase to the small one. Its hooves thundered along the ground trembling the bones of fawns and the jaw of its skull mask rattled with each almighty bound. Death was nearing its victim. The frightened stag rushed around the corner, pursued by Death. Then there was a cry of pain and a sickening squelching sound of antlers plunging deep into flesh.
Thick red blood spilled upon the grass around the dead stag, its face frozen in a horrorfied scream.

Not far off Death was standing on a rock. The moonlight parted from the trees and shone down on him, casting an eerie glow. Even if you were far away you could pick out every detail.
His hooves were as black as coal and had spikes jutting from around the ankle. His pelt was black but torn in some places , revealing pink flesh and white bones. His back was covered in a long cloak of many different colours that flowed down to his knees and partly covered that huge bushy black tail. If you looked even closer you could see that the colours making up the cloak were different deer pelts: some green and scaly, some black and white like an orca's pattern, some torn, some scarred and some stained with red blood. They were stitched together with some invisible lining, blending together as one design.
Around his throat Death wore a necklace, a bit of chewed up rope with deer hooves hanging off of it. One was small as a fawns and one was as big as a stag's; all of them were cracked and bloody. The antlers that jutted from his head sprawled in the air like a tree's branches, each point was knife-sharp, but not all of the points were visible. Chunks of flesh hung off some parts of the antlers, the blood trickling down the bone white branches onto the black fur of Death's head. On other parts the antlers punctured through the center of the masks as they hung there. One was a doll's face. The blood of the deer who was wearing it covered the cracks where the antlers punctured through...
The mask that covered Death's face was no ordinary mask. It was a skull, but not of a deer. Of a human. As Death threw back his head the teeth in the jaws chattered together, that eerie sound filled the night air and pierced the forest deer's hearts with fear...