Why was he here?

The stag swallowed, loudly, a shudder running through him.

What would Rowan think?

He turned his head slowly, then back, a quick glance at the bloody stag at his side.

A strange sense of interest, a deep sense of disgust, why did he dare sit, stand, lay beside the stag, this horrible prince?

He gagged as the other Hart shifted, the scent of rot and decay washing over him.

Curiosity may have killed the cat.

But satisfaction brought her back.

He watched, eyes of gold set upon the prince as he surveyed the world from his place in the ferns.
And when he got near the Prince of hearts would stand and move to lay near him.

He had to wonder, much as he...disliked, not trusting his...friends...if the stag's intentions were as innocent and friendly as he thought.

After all, seeing a deer with pulsing hunks of muscle in their tines would set anyone off, now wouldn't it?

He shook his head, batting the flies that constantly followed the other around away from his ears.

But didn't everyone have their odd put offs?

he supposed some were just more clear than others.

And maybe it was best that the stag beside him showed his true nature up front, unlike some who would hide it.

"You seem ill"

The butterfly stag jumped at the voice, laughing awkwardly.

"don't we all?"

Vilnius arched a brow.

"...such a strange deer you are, Darcy" he mumbled.

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