When he woke, he felt the chill of a million beads of water dotting his fur. Groaning, he dragged himself to his feet, the cold having settled in his bones and made him sluggish. Slow and turgid, he shook - flinging dew about into the mist.
He could not see it, of course, his black helm hid the forest from view, but he felt the air pressure - like a cloud had come and settled down on the forest floor.
His ears swiveled, catching a faint sound. "Who's there?"
No reply.
A long, thin, cold sound reached him - the chilling cry of a skulled deer. He shuddered, but chalked it up to the usual forest sounds. He shouldn't be afraid just because some half-rotted stag wouldn't lie down and stay dead.
But then, he heard another sound - a sound that shook him to the core.
The howl of a wolf.
Deep inside him, his deer instincts screamed. Every muscle tensed for flight; he lowered his antlers, as though the hideous beast might be standing inches before him.
For a moment all he could hear was the sound of his own breathing. Head held low, he could smell the loam beneath him as rotted, breaking down into mulch, into food for the forest's plants. He shook his head a little, trying not to think about food.
Then, he heard a twig break.
That was it. Every synapse fired - his front legs shot out without permission, and he pivoted mightily on his hind legs, charging off in the opposite direction -
Which happened to be right into the trunk of an unforgiving tree.
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Gar's in the forest, experiencing his first fog. If you want to play with him you might have to wake him up first :| Also, I'm having picto issues whenever I resize my window, so apologies if I don't recognize you.
Oops. D: Sorry nevermind.