August 21, 2013 - 7:32pm — Eyestrike
Updated and amend story, Please note I have dyslexia and there will be mistakes.
Part 1
Conceived from a trick was I.
Lord of my mother’s lord and master,
But another rival, fit and faster.
Born of a trick was I.
My mother and the other hinds were split around by Masters tines, some were blooded and others fell never to rise. The Masters lust knew no bounds. Mother said it was a living hell. Now whilst her seasons master, a big and bold Master fort his rival’s young and old, within the shadows another stag did creep, full of cunning, dark and sleek. Mother said she never knew what happened till he'd seen her through and vanished like no deer should be able to, but the deed was done the seed was sown, But how now had the master known?
My mother’s season master big and bold, now proven to the other stags checked his hinds, to find the fertile holy sent. Now when he laid his head upon my mother’s frame breathing deeply. He knew it not the same. He roared and bellowed, stamped and reared. Things that make a great stag feared. But my mother stood there, she shook her head and walked out of the group as a hind can do once no longer in season. Her master of that season told her one true thing that he would never take her in to his harem again. She was in truth glad of this, for he was a cruel one.
So the times moved on, the land grew and died and soon it was her time.So in to the woods she strode to the place of her own birth. She told me I was a big fawn even then and unlike others she was forced to lay down to birth me. I remember my first sensation of air cold sharp and so strong, then feeling it travel in to my body and with a cough life flowed in to me. My mother cleaned me, eating the afterbirth to stop any sent of me drifting. She helped me to my confusion of feet I seemed to have 4 to get in order. She showed me how to feed. The first taste of her rich milk trickled down my throat and warmed me filling me with strength.