She couldn't run forever. Not with all that extra weight. This would be easy.

Although simply watching her run was enough of a thrill. If it wasn't for the baby weight, she would probably be the most beautiful doe he had ever chased down. And these were his exact thoughts for approximately one or two seconds.

"Oh wait... I can't see. Nevermind."

She was finally starting to tire. Every so often she would slow down, look behind her, and start a sprint again, only to slow once more. He could run for so much longer. He was barely breaking a sweat. He could hear her slowing and getting closer to him. Her labored breathing was music to his ears. Of all the panicked deer he had listened to, none was so sweet as her. He knew she was special. He didn't know exactly why, but he knew it.

She tripped. It was over. He caught up and stood over her. A vile dark tongue flicked over teeth, exposed by peeled back, decaying lips. His mouth had been forever locked in a grotesque smile, paired with dark, empty eye sockets. She looked at that nightmarish face in fatigued despair.

"Why are you doing this?" She panted. "You said you would leave me alone!"

"Eh?" He tilted his head. "Don't know what you're talking about, dear."

"Please, try to remember me! I'm-- I'm Cin!"

Somehow his fixed smile seemed to grow worse. "And I'm Hungry."

"Gods no--" She tried to crawl away, too panicked to try to stand again without slipping or flailing. "Please, stop..."

"Ha ha! Keep pleading, dear. Maybe someone will hear you." He stepped closer to her, closing the space between them. "Since you appear to know me, I'll try to be merciful."

Before she could reply, he sunk his teeth into her flesh. By now, he had brought this down to a science. Breaking the skin and digging in at just the right angle to tear it off, without ripping off any other tissue. She screamed. It was deafening. He loved it. He ignored the several kicks to his lower legs. Those didn't mean much to him. Her strength was already dimmed, and it was fading even more as she was skinned alive.

This had always been his favorite part. Every deer was different on the outside, but they all looked the same on the inside. There was only one difference after you took the outer appearance away, and that was the taste. Every deer had a different flavor, you just had to take away the wrapper. He could already tell, just by the blood seeping from her exposed flesh, that she would be sweet. Her name was Cin, after all. It made him think of cinnamon.

Her spirit finally gave in. Her head fell to the ground limply. By the time her heart finally stopped, half of her skin had been torn away. He was surprisingly quick about it. Usually he liked to take his time and keep them alive as long as possible. This is what he meant by "merciful."

He didn't spare much time looking over her. He simply started to devour her, every little bit he could. Muscles, tendons, organs, he even cracked open the larger bones for their marrow. Soon there was little left of her. Just a destroyed skeleton and a large pile of skin and fur. Now that he had been satisfied, although he knew it was very temporary, he started to lick up any remaining blood. It was like dessert for him. It was only then that he found something he didn't notice before.

There was a trail of blood leading away from the lower half of her body.

Either he didn't know that she was pregnant, or he had forgotten. But he recognized that stench, that cocktail of bodily fluids. He sniffed it out, following slowly. Had she been so close to giving birth? That wasn't possible. A heavily laden doe could never run that fast or that long. She must have been close, though. There was a substantial amount of fat around her stomach, and he felt what would be a noticeable bulge while skinning her.

He continued sniffing out the trail, being cautious not to accidentally step on the source. It didn't crawl too far. Maybe a good ten feet away from its mother, which was still fairly remarkable for an undeveloped fawn. The fact that it survived at all amazed him. He had eaten does that were in full term, and the fawn still didn't live. But maybe he had made a mistake with those does. He was still new at skinning at the time.

He carefully stepped around the fawn, sniffing out where exactly it was. Then he started to nuzzle it gently with what would have been his nose. He simply wanted to know how old it really was. But then he jerked his head back in surprise.

"... Ha ha! Didn't see that coming."

From what he could understand, this fawn was barely a fawn at all. He poked about it again. Well, it had legs at least. They seemed to be shaped perfectly fine. But the body was... not a body. Not a fawn body, anyway. It was just a lump. He couldn't tell much from smell, it was still covered in blood and afterbirth. He decided to satisfy his curiosity, and started to lick the thing clean.

As soon as his tongue touched the little thing's flesh, it let out a muted coo. So it didn't have a mouth, but it did have a voice. He gently licked away the filth. He noted, by the sounds and taste, that its flesh was extremely fragile. Whenever he licked just a bit too hard, the skin would break and start to bleed. This newborn body would have to toughen up before it could go anywhere.

After cleaning a good amount, he could tell much better what it looked like. The body was a mass of flesh, almost like a giant tumor. It had countless amounts of little veins just underneath the first layer of skin. It had no face, but somehow it could breathe. It was the oddest thing he had ever come across.

Instead of eating it, he simply smiled wider. "Why, you're nothing but a cyst. A teratoma. Just a cancerous little child." He heard it coo back at him. "Don't worry, I won't do to you what I did to your mother. I don't much like diseased flesh."

He sniffed at it, gaining a much better idea of what its natural scent would be now that it was clean. He could hear that it was trying to stand, and after a few minutes, finally succeeded.

"My my, aren't you strong! You're a tiny little thing and you're already standing." He felt it nuzzle at his leg. "Ha ha... You're quite odd, you know. Almost adorable in a sense. Squishy little tumor. I think I'll keep you." He lowered his head and sniffed to see if it damaged its skin by standing or nuzzling. It had, but only slightly.

"You're going to need some callouses, baby boil. Every little movement makes you bleed." He licked the wound gently. "You don't taste very good, you know. How could something so bitter come from a doe so sweet?" He raised his head again and listened around. "Listen, my little pustule. We need to leave. You wouldn't want Daddy to be beaten up by a bigger deer, would you? Come now, let's try to walk. It's really not that hard. Here..."

He stepped behind the fawn and gently nudge its body forward. It took a few clumsy steps before falling. He heard a somewhat louder, but still muffled cry.

"Oh, you poor thing. Well, I can teach you when we're safe. Let me see..."

He picked the little lump up with incredible care. He managed to find a spot that had fewer veins, and used it as a sort of scruff to grab with his teeth. The fawn was very light, and he could easily run away back to where he hid. He reached the ruins, slowed to a trot, and made his way towards the steps. And down they went, after removing a stone blocking the path downward. He gently lowered the fawn until it was lying safely on the ground, and then put the stone back in it's place.

If the fawn could see, it would probably be overwhelmed by the size of the place. A whole mass of underground corridors and tunnels were dug underneath most of the forest. The only source of light were several small holes in the ceiling, letting in sunlight. If any deer somehow discovered this place, they would both find another way out. There were several entrances that no other deer seemed to know about, all over the forest.

"Here we are, home sweet home. Are you alright? I hope I didn't hurt you too much." He sniffed about the fawn again, and once again it was bleeding slightly. "Well, we can toughen you up down here, where it's safe. There are plenty of fun places to run around."

He sat next to it, although sitting right next to the stairs made him uneasy. Any deer who caught sight of him going down those supposedly sealed off stairs and never coming back up would suspect something. He was amazed nobody followed him down at this point. He tried to distract himself. This fawn was a long way from walking.

"You need a name..." He looked up in thought, letting one ear limp slightly to the side. "Ha, I think I'll name you after your mother. But let's put a spin on it. I'll name you Sin."

The thing cooed inquisitively.

"Well I won't just call you that. I'll give you nicknames too. Like... Nubby. Or Bombom. Like abomination? But Sin seems like a good formal name. I don't know. What do you think?"

It let out a short squeak.

"Good boy! Or... girl. What are you, anyway?" He sniffed about for a second or two before suddenly giving up. "I'll say you're a boy. I really can't tell what's under all that mess."

Sin nuzzled up to his newfound father.

His smile grew more hideous once more. "I am The Hungry. And you're my little Sin." He nodded. "This looks like the beginning of a lovely friendship."

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LOL Hey guys. I don't even know. Just giving you a little look inside one of my new deer. I wanted this to be kinda serious but it ended up just being weird at the end. Hungry's too much of an insane goofball!
There should be more to write about as far as Hungry is concerned. But for now, enjoy this really gorey nonsense.