Warm rays of brilliant sunshine beamed merrily over the expanse of land, their golden fingers stretching and straining through the thick canopy of leaves that laden the forest of the area. Animals of all shapes and sizes were busying themselves with the collecting of food or arranging their woodland homes, taking advantage of the lovely temperature that they had been blessed with. One particular soul, though, found the day to be best suited for napping instead of finding anything productive to occupy herself with; Esmerée lacked the enthusiasm that others had during the hours of daylight. Instead, she flourished among the darkness of night, dwelling in the shadows and inhabiting the hidden views.
The dainty doe was curled up with her forelegs tucked beneath her feminine form, hind limbs pulled in close to her side. While her pale blue oculars fluttered shut, either rather large ear swiveled constantly atop her cranium; even while she rests, she never allows her guard to lower for even one moment, and with good reason.
Heavy footfalls resounded in a rhythmic manner, the pace itself giving away that this was a predator of some sort. Upon the realization that she was being hunted, she - unlike most others would in her situation - remained exactly like she was, a smirk coming to weave its way across her maw. The placement of paws continuously grew louder with each steady breath she inhaled, the steps seeming to quicken until there, in the open, stood a largely-built wolf. Two yellow orbs beamed hungrily into her pelt, its muscles tensing and relaxing under a coat of gray. Its lips pulled back into a snarl, and just as it began to take a step forward, Esmerée opened her piercing eyes and matched its gaze, holding the look until a faint whimper was emitted from within the canine's vocals. The tiny hind easily brought herself to her hooves, never dropping the stare for a heartbeat; she moved closer and closer to the hunter, each step making the charcoal-furred creature sink lower to the ground in submission. The spell she was composing was something wild, dangerous - it was unpredictable, and could completely fall apart at any moment, leaving her face-to-face with a feral being out for blood. Her determination kept it strong, though, and as she walked confidently forth, she felt the bond growing in strength. Once the little deer was directly in front of the animal that had been preying on her, it was quite obvious that it was almost her size, and clearly much heavier. She smiled wickedly down upon this life, lowering her faintly-dished skull so that she could match it nose-to-nose, the brief action completely sealing their tie; its soul was now utterly attached to hers. "Hello, my little servituer," came the soft, almost motherly voice of Esmerée, her devious grin ever-growing as she felt her gain of power increase.
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A little information of what's going on; Esmerée is a black magic doe who very much lives up to the term 'witch'. She dabs and plays in most forms of magic, but is most commonly seen casting darker-intentioned spells and practicing her necromancy. She's manipulative, cunning, self-absorbed, and ambitious. While she may be powerful, she is also extremely small, which is to her advantage in most situations, seeing as the strength in magics that she wields is very much unexpected coming from a doe her size.
Further stories of this nature will be posted in regards to Esmerée's travels and adventures. Keep an eye out! ;D
