"I always knew Friendship would bring me not but tragedy"

His muzzle is red.

his teeth are red.

copper and salt.

he retches, vomits blood, coughs up a peice of unidentifiable organ, he'll regrow it.

"Jorogumo" his nose presses into stone, it's so cold, so cold, he can't stand it.

like ice growing on his heart.

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"how ever will I live, I can't go on I miss you so" he retched up blood upon the foot of the god's statue.

His leg worked uselessly against the ground, tearing moss, earth, ripping it apart.

Why?

his first friend.
She had come to his aid when no others would, stood beside him while wounds healed.

Sat together by the idol on hot days.

Raced through the forest, she had let him get ahead, she stood to defend him.

Why?

The fawn squirmed within his belly.

Cringe and relax, he looked down, around, so open here, too open, too many enemies that might take him in his current state, he could smell everything, and blood, his blood, so much of it.

a leg moved.

"I must go...may we meet again in another life...godmother of my child"

on shaky legs he left for the birch, where he would curl amongst the golden grass, hidden, to let his sorrows take him.