This is a gift to a friend of mine named Nala_91 from IT/FH, who plays a lioness in the game.

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She moved slowly, silently. Her body was in the shadows, she was well trained. He didn't see her, at least not yet.

The deer raised his head for a moment. What did he hear? Nothing...it was nothing...He continued eating, his ears still perked, his mind still slightly alert.

Nala considered all the possibilities. Would she charge directly and kill him without a chance to run, or would he spot her. Would she lead him toward the river where he'd slow down and be easier to capture there? If he ran, she would give chase, but she didn't know his speed. The deer was heavier, bulkier, than most others.

He's easy prey..., she thought to herself, and continued moving. She decided she would charge at him, he would be too slow for her.

Closer...closer...

Her heart was pounding so loud she thought he could hear it. She made sure she wouldn't step on anything that would give her away - she had to maneuver around twigs lying on the ground that would snap if she stepped on them. She was so close that his stench was much thicker. She gagged just slightly, the deer must have eaten something that made him smell worse than she thought.

He raised his head again. She kept still. Did he hear her? Should she spring at him now? Let him lower his head one more time, let him lower his guard...

The deer slowly lowered his head and ate one more strand of grass.

Nala pounced on him. She was much, much closer than he realized, her fur camouflaged her well in the surroundings. He wasn't expecting the lioness' attack, and without a chance to run he was tackled.

The lioness wrapped her mouth around his neck. The deer closed his eyes, letting out a surprised sigh.

"Tag.", Nala said under her breath.

"You're good.", Quad replied.

I was wondering if 1 if any1 could make me amini adult deer. and if so how long would it last.

I see the tiny four-petaled flowers growing in the grass, collectively creating blankets of pale violet.
I see the little red berries on the bushes, blending red and green together like natural artwork.
I see the black berries hang down from tree limbs like grapes, safe until the day they choose to drop.
I see small trees covered in closed buds, ready to burst into color and bring forth floral beauty.
I see the newborn pinecones upon the taller trees, still growing to be the tree they dream to be.
I see Winter losing it's deathly grasp, and the very first signs of Spring's growing life.
I see myself, one who has planted the seeds upon the dead land, and now I see the first sprouts.