Beautiful
terrible
Nightmares.

The doe ran silently, in an attempt to outrun the terrors that her mind created for her, dodging amongst trees, flying through the gaps between them, more open than they seemed, oh but how small they seemed.

Leap, jump, bound, escape.
She was met, in her leap, with great tines of flesh and but for a moment she would have sworn it was another illusion conjured by he subconsious, what else could it be?

She realized then, that it was not, for the forest was at peace again, no more shadowy terrors from nowhere.

"you are lucky you missed them...the hearts..."

She jumped, scrabbling down, blood covering her downy fur.

"what kind of terror is so important that you are blind"

She tilted her head in wonder, curiosity, the stag before her merely shook his great bloodied head.
"how your heart cries, what kind of fears has it felt?"

Again the doe paused.
"many things" she answered slowly

"so you do have a voice" he rumbled, standing, turning to walk.

"come"

She paused, watching him, the gore, bloodied hoofprints.
And she followed.

"Fear begets more fear, running merely drives your foes forward, a wolf will not give chase if its prey does not flee"

"I wasn't running from a wolf I---"

"you are running only from yourself"

She cocked her ears back, following him down to the shadowy ferns of his throne, laying down.

"you have now walked alongside death itself and shown it to its throne, perhaps you shall think before fleeing from yourself in the future"

The doe gave him a quizzical look.
"I don't, understand, they are real, really they look so real!"

The stag ignored her, ears tipped forward, as if she were not even there.

She settled herself down, watching, watching, always watching.

What ever had he meant...

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