It was dawn in the forest. The sky was a pinkish orange, littered with small wispy clouds, that were so typical of the early morning.

It was a peaceful scene. Birds chirped in the trees, and the crickets sang their last few songs, many of the forest’s deer were starting to wake from there slumber to go about their daily routine, all except one.

A small black doe had lain awake all the night before. As the sun slowly made its way into the sky, it illuminated her face and made it obvious she had spent her night in tears.

Tears were a common sight on her cold but beautiful face. Night Shade lay flat on her side in the dewy grass, her swollen belly rose up and down gently with each breath she took.

Her ears flicked back and fourth taking in every little sound in the forest as she tried to rest her tired body. The doe was approaching her fifth month of pregnancy and she was beginning to have difficulties.

She was not new to this. She had birthed one fawn before. He was born perfectly healthy and despite the normal pains of birth she had made it through his as easy as one could hope for considering the circumstances.

His name was Sariel. He grew to be a handsome young stag. He grew a bit too fast for her, but she was very proud of him and for awhile it seemed he would be the only fawn she would ever have.

Night had two problems when it came to bearing a fawn.
One she was uncharacteristically small for her breed, a major flaw in her genetics and two the father of both fawns was a demon.

Night's small size would have made bearing a normal fawn difficult, but a demon's fawn was harder on her. They proved more demanding.

During her first pregnancy she was driven to eat things unnatural to her diet to sustain the fawn that grew within her.

She took up hunting small game such as rabbits and squirrels and even the occasional frog. These things were beneficial to the fawn but not her.

Being a normal deer, her body was not made to process nutrients from such things and because her priority was her fawn. She would often forget to eat for herself.

This second time had proved no different, she had the same meat cravings, but her past experience had made her a bit better about remembering to eat for herself ,though she was still falling more and more underweight.

Night was an underweight doe before she became pregnant. She had always been that way, another major flaw.


The odds were against her and her second fawn.

It was becoming more and more apparent to her with each passing day.

The doe was weak, and prone to fainting spells, when she would become too upset or angry, sometimes they just happened at random.

Most does this far into their pregnancy would be thinking happy thoughts such as.”I wonder if it’s a stag or doe.” Or “Whose eyes will my fawn have.”

Not Night. Her thoughts were a battle field of emotions. She knew that her fawn would no doubt be born alive, but she also had no doubts that she could not carry it to term.

It would be premature, but how much was too much? Is the question that plagued her mind.

She felt that if her fawn didn’t survive it was strictly her fault, her fault that she wasn’t strong enough, her fault that this could very well kill her and leave the fawn motherless..if the fawn lived at all to need a mother.

The small doe was an emotional mess. She had wanted another fawn so badly and was thrilled when she found out she was with fawn again, but now she was just sick.

The fawn did have two things going for it. That gave her a little hope. It was in fact a half-breed demon, so it would be stronger than average and two….it had not been born…..yet.







so there is what has been going on with Night lately. I feel bad that i have neglected writing for this deer outside of rp's..pff but i'm not a writer so..yea enjoy if possible


also of course the months are not rl months /shot