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September 22, 2015 - 12:36am — Companion

"I see. Blood... needs to be shed in order to create life. Does that mean, in the death of your opponent, you, Victorious, have become responsible for upholding the balance? If there were one less drop of blood shed than there were babes made, would the balance be upset?"

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September 22, 2015 - 1:07am — thelittleraven

"The intention is not to

"The intention is not to kill. Never, ever to kill. Not for the honourable nor sane, anyway." The Knight pauses. "Perhaps I cannot speak for all, but for me it is mere sport. I lock tines with another and we test each other, it's a grown deer's game. Some take it to the extremes."

A bugle interrupts the next quiet.

"It is... a strange time of year. Something beyond our control compels us to do things we would not otherwise do."

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September 22, 2015 - 2:59am — Companion

A pause. Thought, then reply:

A pause. Thought, then reply: "You are compelled to compete... Not ever to kill, though harm seems clear. There is blood here and there on the falling leaves from this sport." Another pause, as if chewing on the words. "What happens to the lesser sportsman in your grown deer's game?"

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-Companion

September 22, 2015 - 3:27am — thelittleraven

"Not to harm, either. You're

"Not to harm, either. You're meant not to hurt your opponent." She seems a bit frustrated. "Accidents happen. He who 'loses' is let off freelyand with dignity, if they fought well. They lose any judges they may have had, however."

A shrug. "It isn't such an ordeal. Some take it to extremes, however. That is unfortunately the fault of the individual."

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September 22, 2015 - 1:17pm — Companion

"Not to harm, yet you use

"Not to harm, yet you use your antlers and they bleed. You put your back into bettering your opponent by pointing your sharpest parts at him." A statement, or was it a question? It was hard to tell.

"A shame, to lose your chance at breeding."

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-Companion