Oh dear, a deer!
10-20-2016, 01:45 PM
He was racing away as fast as he could, huffing and puffing. This was the fastest he had ever run, and for so long! Fear kept him moving, but his legs were tired and he wanted to stop. He was about to just give up when Knight barreled passed him and faced off the momma deer. Fable skid to a stop, his sides heaving as he tried to catch his breath. With eyes wide, he turned to watch the deer rear upwards and stop, appraising the two of them. Was it enough to scare her away? He was apparently wrong when he saw the deer rear up again, her hooves flailing in the air. She was about to come down by Knight, and with a gasp he dove at his brother's flank and aimed to headbutt him away. Using up the last of his energy, he just laid there with his flanks moving rapidly up and down, his tongue pressed against the earth. The doe nailed her hooves down close enough to the large pup to make him yelp, but then that was it. Apparently two puppies were good enough to send her on her way. Fable watched her for a few moments, seeing her meet up with her baby and run back to the rest of the herd. Well, there went hunting! It was bounding away with its tail held high, a white butt flashed in his direction. He would have huffed if he had enough air in his lungs to do so, the fawn was mocking him! Stupid deer, he was gonna find it later and eat it all up! That would show it! Turning to his patchy brother, he offered him an open mouth smile as he still fought to catch his breath. After a few more pants he rose up to his paws, legs quivering under him as he tried to support his own weight. "You are... da bwavest... woof eva..." he pushed out, before his back legs gave out. With a thud he landed on his butt, drool dripping off his salmon coloured tongue. A sudden fear entered the boy, what if he could never catch his breath? What if he had run too fast and now his breathing things were just going to quit on him? Oh no! Well... he would, he would... What could he do? Eying his smaller brother with his brows knit, he sought advice from him. He had never felt this tired and achy before, what if he was really hurt? The fear made his yellow and blue eyes grow misty, a garbled whine leaving his throat. Was he gonna die? Walk, "Talk" Think |