Bloodied head, muzzle, against snow shaded fur, hearts singing in their perches like sick birds.
tangle of lean legs, blood and moss and fur and limbs.
((, contains interactions between Vilnius and Sweetheart that only TFO will truly appreciate) because she was there for their ~interactions~ the first time /shot/...long title is long))
The fickle wind tugged at the low laying ferns, as if distressed by how they were bloodied and stained.
The Prince of Hearts payed it no mind, merely turning his ears slowly, catching the far off noises of other deer, their calls and beating hooves, their beating hearts.
