“You know who I am.”
The larger stag held an air of haughtiness, confirmed by the complacent grin below his dark feathered mask. He hadn’t changed in the slightest.
The other deer said nothing, but took a step backwards. His own mask felt hot and uncomfortable against his face, and his legs were weak.
“What’s the matter now, oh brother? You’re not still a gutless coward, are you?” The smirk on his lips broadened. Again, the brown stag took no action other than averting his gaze towards the devoid and silent trees.
“Come on, then,” Masque said coldly, tilting his head to jab a sharp golden prong against the deep brown fur of the other deer’s neck, “find your voice, sweetheart.”
Fighting to keep a calm tone, the younger stag responded quietly.
“Why are you here?” With such a lack of inflection, it came out as more of a statement. Snickering, Masque relinquished the pointed ribbon-like tip from its threatening poise.
“Well darling, if you think I’ve been looking for you, then I must admit you’re sadly mistaken.”





Writingfail. This is an excerpt from a short story I have going. But it fails hard. Dx I need to stick to digital art. :B