Oh dear, a deer!
10-08-2016, 12:55 PM
Now that they were allowed outside, Fable took this opportunity to go out and explore. He wanted to do his best to make their father proud and to try and capture the attention of his mother. She didn’t seem to do very much these days, and it made the young boy feel like he wasn’t good enough. So his task for today was to catch her something yummy, maybe that would make her happy! He thought about getting the help from one of his brothers, but he needed to do this all on his own. He was gonna show them just how brave and strong he was! Surly that would get Ma’s attention. The pup left the den early that morning, springing up before anyone was awake. He was gonna catch something so big that it would feed them all! Yup, he would do it all by himself! With a skip and a hop he took off into the plains, looking for the herd of deer that he had seen the other day. They were pretty skinny, and there were only like two of them or something. That meant that he could totally do this, probably even with one paw behind his back. Quickly the white marked boy found them, his blue and yellow eyes on the fawn that was still pretty small. Oo, it was fun sized! That was the one he wanted. As unskilled as he was, he still learned a thing or two; or so he thought. Without a second thought he charged headlong for the fawn, nearly tripping over his massive paws. He thought that this would be a breeze, his grey and white tail flagged out right behind him. But as soon as he got close, the large doe ran to her baby’s side, rearing up on her hind legs. Her hooves reached for Fable’s head, causing the pup to drop to the ground and flatten his body against the earth. But the mother wasn’t done, hunger had made her weak but she was going to fight for her fawn. The puppy yipped as her hooves landed on either side of his body, making him stand and twist around, racing back towards the den. His tail tucked, a large puppy howl leaving his jaws. "I SOWWIE MOMMA DEER I SOWWIE!" Fable hollered over his shoulder, panting as he raced away from the quick and agile prey animal. The hunter had become the hunted, it would seem. That was it, he would never do anything to make his parents proud. He ran and ran, his legs screaming at him to stop. But the deer was still after him, her hot breath tickling his rump. Eyes wide, the puppy yapped as he dodged to the left. How much longer could he run without falling on his face? Walk, "Talk" Think |