Back to the beginning but not so long ago. Anothers begining

Born of strength was I
Made of purity, power, and pride
Made when no others could be made.
My destiny chosen
My eyes coloured rosen
I am the saviour of all
I shall be the purser of evil.
The great and the good
I shall be a living god.

My mother birthed me on a sun lit day in a great field of grass. She was made to stand as all deer should. My father told me of her weakness and how his guards held her up. How she cried with joy he said at my birth. I was born pure white a mark of my purity. I was taken from my mother who was left laid still in the grass. I was carried in the mouth of a pale stag across the grass to a row of hinds, My new eyes near blinded by the light unable to focus on the things around me. The hinds washed my damp frame with rough tongues and showed me how to feed from each and everyone of them. I was pushed from one to the other. Once fed I felt full and content the hinds stood to attention. Waiting. I felt the ground under my small hooves tremble and looked around. I found myself staring up to a face of a great white god. His magnificent, rack like a golden crown. The light seemed too radiant from him. There was a strange smell about him, yet not unpleasant to my young nose, sweet, sticky like wild flowers. I knew him in an instant. Father.
The next few months I was shared between the hinds. My legs grew strong fast for i was taught to stand tall and only lay down to rest when most needed. “A noble master must be strong and carry himself properly at all times not matter what age he is” The hinds would say to me. My father only came to inspect me a few times. He would walk around me and push at me. On occasion I was kicked and roared at to see how i responded. I stood still as told to by the hinds before the first inspection, I held back the tears and braced my frame.

It's been a while. I had never guess how much time had passed. everyday growing stronger. Everyday working towards my goal. Winters flew past, I had almost forgotten about my mother. My mind fixed on my training. My antlers were now showing and though I did not have a full crown the two points were sharp.

The day came one frost covered morning. I was to be tested, It seems so long ago even now. They called it the test of darkness. I was given no warning. For all my training was preparing me for this. Risk and Mortis has explained that the whole herd stags and hinds would hunt for me. The hunt would start before the sun rose. Their aim, to kill me. My job was to stay alive until the sun set and the test was over. I stood resting in the dusky forest not asleep but drifting when they came. Stags and hinds racing through the shadows at me. Outnumbered I turned and ran. But not in panic I paced myself as Mortis had taught me. I turned and headed towards higher ground where the rocks broke through the earth and tree roots made ledges. I no longer felt the branches batter and slash my form. These things did not matter, I had to focus on the task ahead.. I let my ears fall back allowing me to gage the herds distance. Not yet......I would need them closer….

I ran on and soon came to the place I was looking for to turn the tables. A face of rock, old as the wood and taller than the trees. Covered with ferns, and mosses, Pitted with cracks and bat caves. The test was of brains and not so much brawn I would only pass if I lived and to live was possible if the plan worked. I stood waiting for the first Deer to break through the foliage infront of me. I stood holding my ground making as if to fight.

NOW! I spun around my back legs powering me upwards as I lept I sprinted up bounding over jutting rocks I leaped like a mountain goat along juts of the rock. Not daring to look down as I scales the face of rock. Some followed others filtered to the sides.

Winter had come and with its power taken away the sun, taken life it's self from some. More often than not the strong did not live, but only the cunning the smart and the risk takers. Winters endless grip seemed to penetrate in to even the darkest hearts rendering them weak.

I no longer relied on Mortis for protection. I was able to fight off the Fox, the badger. I knew how to dodge the serpents strike and when the wolf came, I knew what way to run and how to keep a clear head. When 2 wolves attacked I stood by Mortis side and fought them. One escaped and one did not. I no longer despised the smell of blood, I relished it. Yet I was not evil. I was only surviving. I was eating to live now through the cold no matter how terrible the plants tasted.
I was out on border patrol with a new mentor, His name was Risk, He was named after his first deed during his initiation test. This was something I was soon to face. I was stronger now. But the test would only begin when my antlers started to show. We had been up before the dawn moving as shadows through our territory to its borders then circumnavigating the shadows land, checking for strange smells slots and sounds.
I was still new to the land and was relying on Risk to guide me whilst I tried to memorise the land.

As we approached a small brook we began to hear a strange sound and in our feet we felt vibrations in a sort of rhythm from up ahead. Risk turned to a holly bush to his left and asked it "How long has this been going on"
My ears pricked forward as I caught the whispered reply " Not for long. Shall I report it?" Risk looked back to the path. “No stand your ground but should you hear my bark then do not hesitate in flight". With that we began forward again, I could feel the deer’s eyes watching my back. Deer like that were choose for their skill as spies and no one knew where they were unless they wanted you to know.

Brother... I have... a brother

Oh how my heart skipped a beat. Brother. Maybe not a mother or a father but still family a brother! I now skipped by his side as he walked through the forest, I felt new He walked on melding with the shadows, silent as the breeze. I chipped and jumped. I felt such happiness. I had suffered so long struggled for so long and now I would be safe.

"ENOUGH!! YOU FOOL!"

I skidded to a halt and turned to the voice. My new found brother now stamped the ground & bucked. "Enough this is not how to act! You have a proud bloodline show some honour to it and conduct yourself properly" I lowered my head and mumbled” I’m sorry I did not.."
"WHAT! You did not know, don’t talk scat like that and don't mumble. Now fall in line with my slots and follow me ... NOW!

With my head low I stepped behind him silent. My eyes looking at his slots ahead, my feet trying to stay in line. As we traveled I turned and looked around seeing new plants and smelling new smells. This type of forest was new to me almost like another world. I turned away from my brother and went to smell a nearby tree. It’s smell almost warm and sweet so strange. I sniffed more when a sound reached my ears I heard a snort behind me turning to see my brother starting to stamp the ground “For deaths sake can’t you do one thing I say now walk before I drive you will my antlers!

It seemed forever that we walked, he would not let me rest until I was near collapse. I was made to dig a hole to pass waste in to. Soon my hooves were swollen and I began to limp.I stopped and sank to my knees panting. I asked in a weak voice “please brother at least tell me your name"
He did not answer me but instead kicked me in to standing and once again I walked... I began to wonder what I had gotten myself in to.....

Night drew in and we traveled still. My thoughts went back to times before.

The feeling of warmth on my nose brought me round. A dash of sunlight had penetrated deep through the trees and scrub to me. I embraced its glow and warmth with my eyes. Slowly I moved my ears around listening for the smallest sound. All I heard was silence.....deep deep silence. I struggled to my feet as quietly as possible not knowing what might be listening, my sides burned where the plants thorns has slashed me. I licked the cuts as best as I could remembering mother advice to keep cuts clean. At first the cuts bled more but soon they began to dry. The pain seemed to go to a dull throb. The taste of blood filled my mouth, what for a pool of cool clear water to wash the taste from my mouth. Instead a nibbled at some bramble leaves though they were not very nice either. I sniffed the air, there was a slight whiff of decay.... yes that was what it was called decay. I knew this was old. For an instant the images of the doe in the glade entered my mind, I banished them with a shake of my head. Tears though still filled my eyes.

So with my nerves shaking I stepped from my safe place in to the forest. My journey was slow. I was not going to be caught unawares. Yet the feeling of being followed had begun to nag at my mind. It was not the monster, but something as dangerous yet not mad. I stopped and stared in to the gloom of the trees. ... Nothing but shadows.

The sound of running water came to me, I followed it feeling that a drink my calm me and wash my mouth out of the taste of blood.. Drinking was not that important to me as most of my fluids came from my food, So when I drank I would drink deep and continue on. I soon noticed other deer slots on the ground as it became softer. I decided to skirt round and use the bushes to help break up my shape. I soon saw the water a small creek winding through the trees. A strange new smell entered my nose. The smell of water & earth and something else.

I'm running
running so fast
So hard
Got to keep running, The monster it's coming.
Must hide, must not let him find me.. He gaining. Oh why was I so foolish........

Blinks


I had laid by the side of the twitching hind hoping to offer her some comfort and warmth. Her eyes never opened, all she seemed to do was twitch and shake. I hoped if she woke she would not drive me off. Not being of her blood. I hoped she might know mother or know where to find her. I laid there yet felt no warmth from her. Only the buzzing sound of her breath. I must have dozed by her side my fatigue over took me and I slept for the whole day. Dusks shadows sped across the land. Then it happened.

I woke with a start to a sharp sound and looked up. My breath froze in my lungs. Stood over the hind above me was the monster. Glowing in the darkness its crown seemed bigger than before. It’s eyes glowing red, teeth bared, its stench filled my nose. It rose on its hind legs and brought its front legs crashing down. I rolled back as the cloven hooves slammed in to the hind I had laid by. The sound of bone snapping was so loud, It echoed in the woods and then silence. His hooves had smashed through her. Now her body started to buck and dance, and from it poured, maggots and other creatures, writhing in a bloody mass. Flies poured from the doe’s mouth in to an angry swarm their macabre feast having being disturbed. The air became putrid choking and festering. I gaged and choked trying to not breathe in the rotting stench coming from the hind.

I leapt to my feet as the monster struggled to free its front legs from the doe’s rib cage. It seemed to have become trapped in her. Its front drenched in gore, it seemed to rain blood around me as it thrashed around trying to break free from the hind...... I ran.

Mothers gone.......

She’s not by my side
No pulse, no breath, and no warmth by my side.................. Mother?

Perhaps she's still feeding and walking out on the grassy plain.
I shall wait...............

Wait I have, another bright cycle has passed, my stomach hurts and my mouth is dry. The sharp bush offers nothing to me. Oh where is mother.

Today is the day I stand tall I must stand alone, my legs are shaking, my head feels weak, The world around me seems to be spinning. I must find her somehow. I must.
I had no concept of time, it felt as if I was walking in an everlasting dream. I went down paths I found hoping to be lead to my mother. I could just pick up her faint sent, Yet there were so many other smells I just hoped I was following the right one.
Now there’s green grass under my hooves, I must eat it like mother. Yuck! I hope the taste improves. It is course on my plate, my fawn’s teeth struggling to tear it.
I eat and I eat and my legs walk me on. I looked up and the woods I hid with her are gone. I am in a great open area covered in grasses of all different types, how strange it is to have legs that walk with barley a feeling. My head feels better and the shaking gone. Yet now I am lost. Far in the distance new shapes have appeared a new line of trees and shelter. They look familiar. I sped up eating less as I went.

I sniffed the air, new smells coming to me now and once I found I sharp bush, I decided to sheltered within as darkness and shadows raced over the land. And the dark cycle began a fresh. So I slept. I was woken by sound sharp in the night screams, barks and other strange sounds. I would need to learn them well. I remembered what mother had said, and relaxed for an active hunter would not give it’s presence away with noise.

No sun rose that morning the clouds were thick and dark. I stretched and left the sharp plant. Taking to the grass silently as not to bring attention to myself.

Updated and amend story, Please note I have dyslexia and there will be mistakes.

Part 1
Conceived from a trick was I.
Lord of my mother’s lord and master,
But another rival, fit and faster.
Born of a trick was I.

My mother and the other hinds were split around by Masters tines, some were blooded and others fell never to rise. The Masters lust knew no bounds. Mother said it was a living hell. Now whilst her seasons master, a big and bold Master fort his rival’s young and old, within the shadows another stag did creep, full of cunning, dark and sleek. Mother said she never knew what happened till he'd seen her through and vanished like no deer should be able to, but the deed was done the seed was sown, But how now had the master known?

My mother’s season master big and bold, now proven to the other stags checked his hinds, to find the fertile holy sent. Now when he laid his head upon my mother’s frame breathing deeply. He knew it not the same. He roared and bellowed, stamped and reared. Things that make a great stag feared. But my mother stood there, she shook her head and walked out of the group as a hind can do once no longer in season. Her master of that season told her one true thing that he would never take her in to his harem again. She was in truth glad of this, for he was a cruel one.

So the times moved on, the land grew and died and soon it was her time.So in to the woods she strode to the place of her own birth. She told me I was a big fawn even then and unlike others she was forced to lay down to birth me. I remember my first sensation of air cold sharp and so strong, then feeling it travel in to my body and with a cough life flowed in to me. My mother cleaned me, eating the afterbirth to stop any sent of me drifting. She helped me to my confusion of feet I seemed to have 4 to get in order. She showed me how to feed. The first taste of her rich milk trickled down my throat and warmed me filling me with strength.

Name Of Deer EyeStrike (Male)
Breed - Mule Deer

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In summer a lighter pelt in winter darker.
Green eyes

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