Tentivly, I stood and stretched my legs, equal amount of pain and relief sq=wirling through my blood stream and fluttering like nervous butterflies in the pit of my stomach before settling down in contentmint. Gathering up the shattered tendrils of bravery, I prepared to leave my cave. Finnally, I took a big breath, a last look at the comfortable accomadations that hid me from sight, and leaped out into the new day. Two things happend at once. For a split second, black and white lights spun and flashed as sunlight burned my gze into a side ways view of painful red between blinking. All of this happend right before I rammed into something tall and sturdy, and about as hard as your average rock. Ouch. Unfortunetly, it was not a rock. It was not a fawn. Or a doe. it was a stag. A really big, rilly strong, really pissed off stag. Oops. i stumbled back, alarmed, bowing ( well it looked more like overexageratedflinching. Crap. This was just not my day.

Stormbringer is the name of my fawn, and I am sorry, (Thank you for your complements) but I am unwilling to change it. It has been the original name of my doe, and I have featured it in multiple rp sites, for over three years now. But for the most part, I call her Storm, not Stormbringer.

Oh, okay. Ah well, thank you anyway.

As I bowed vigorously, I tried to glimpse the face of the stag, in between the dipping of my head. What I saw sent a shiver down my spine. It covered my skin with a soft layer of fear and an icy chill of dread and despair. From its black hooves up, it was dressed in a night dark pelt with small maligent tendrils of deep maroon spilling from the crest of its spine, down its back, and in squiggly lines down its side. At the neck, a large, hollow skull sprouted from its throat, masking its features beneath. But just at the edge of the skull mask, I saw the a stark white face beneath, and when the Stag turned to look into my eyes, All I could see was the blood trickling down the interlining of its face, past the black pits of its eyes. Then I saw the stag smile. And I swear, I have never seen any thing scarier in all my life, or since. At first I thought it was going to bellow angrily at me, or try and eat me.
(What?? There are cannibal deer! I think . . .) But it did something much worse. It stood there, with its rows of white teeth, all sharpened to a point and drenched in a red mixture of blood and sweat and terror. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I stumbled away, off into the forest as fast as my legs could carry me. Away, away, from something only words can partial describe. When I had run as far I could, I collapsed, my energy spent, but my fear still new as a spring bird. I had only a second to think before I fell into a deep sleep: I am completely, and utterly lost.

Cool, I like his picture. Usually my Stormbringer is a bit darker then my fawn, but I was feeling unoriginal, and just went with my familar name. ^^