Such fear! such panic! surely angels felt less upon falling to earth!
He did not know what had happened, he had tripped over the small doe, and soon enough she had been upon him.
But, he had thought her to be such a gentle creature!

No time to think.
Cloven hooves of gold tore into the grass, the earth, sending it up in his wake as he flew over the ground, not fast enough, it would never be fast enough.
His chest heaved.

Blood trickled down one of his legs gently, but he did not limp, not yet.

the graveyard, the graveyard, the twin gods, would they tear his life from him as soon as they had given it?
No time to think.

No time.

No time.

He turned to face the doe, a rash decision, lowering his antlers though they were useless fighting tools, more for show than anything else.

Hunger filled her mind. this was the wrong time to have been passing by Aeis. Three days of not eating a single soul had gotten to her.

This Blood lust was overwhelming.

it clouded her mind her judgement. she didn't even noticed whom it was she had been chasing. she could only see red. Butterfly antlers morphed to sharp spikes as she grinned wickedly. when he lowered her antlers she knew it was to late for him it was over he was done.

she charged at him those antlers blaring straight for his flank. she wanted blood and she would have it.

The stag reared, no use as she came by, and he came down upon open ground uselessly, once bright hooves dusty, useless, even if he did hit her, why, what would the point be?

all the same he turned his head, snapping blindly, gods help him!

His breath came in gasps as he snapped, tensing himself, preparing to run once again, he could not fight this, he could not outrun this.

But in the name of the gods, he would die where he wished!

once more he struck out with his teeth, aiming for one of her back legs

She yelped like a stricken dog when he bit into her leg cause her to trip. she reared again striking him. grazing his side again with those spears jutting from her head. her pelt stained with blood. she backed off and spun around pacing like a Lioness about to make its final kill

He turned to flee, hooves eating the ground, tripping, bleeding, ribs showing through the gash in his side.

'please, let me just'

a grief stricken cry left him tripping over a small grave, tumbling over the earth, a precious, delicate antler snapping painfully, mask fluttering from his face

dancing gently upon the soft hand of the wind, catching upon the grave's jutting cross.
He came to a stop, back pressed against the cold stone

He gazed up, eyes like dieing embers.
He let his head rest against the comforting stone he had bowed to, laid before, tended to, all his life,

the stone that would mark his grave.

'all songs come to a fine'

Aeis smiled " forgive me for this. its not personal Dear its just life" she said crying out in pain her ankle and leg had been torn into quite nicely she smiled a fanged grin and approached him impaling those spikes through his side. she grinned wickedly as his blood poured down her skull. staining that white pelt red.

" you will make for a fine meal" she cackled wickedly like a psychotic Loon. this was not the Aeis that everyone had come to know and love. This hunger had consumed her sanity and will. she drew back her antlers and nuzzled at his neck preparing for her final Blow.

The composer's eyes widened, then closed, a smile tugging at his lips.

"no offense t-taken...of course...M'lady"

he sighed, going limp, small red streams coating his fur.
The wind called gently, birds singing praises to the sky, in the distance, deer called, hooves clicked gently upon the earth.

But no longer could the composer's heartbeat, find a place in the chorus.

Aeis Looked down at the body before she had fed from his corpse not a single sign of remorse waved through the doe. until. Tainted red eyes mellowed out to grey. she looked down to the composer's body. "..n-no....Master chopin....p-please d-don't be...What have I done" she cried running off from the murder scene.

" Forgive me..."

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

So this has been planned since...

forever, since I made Chopin so don't think it's a spur of the moment thing.
No I'm not leaving don't freak.

And if you're going to yell and capslock, remember;
I've planned this since I joined

and he was depressing for me to play.
like, literally, every time I tried to play him I had to force myself to, you probably think it's strange, and maybe it is, but it's true, emotional. harm.

I'll reuse his picto so don't yowl at me for picto....wasting...

all art/stories/etc given to me with him is saved onto my comp, I love it, so don't think it was wasted!
that's all.

-This story was RP'd by Nezz and myself, all content with Aeis is (c) her-