★ The White Hart
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10-11-2022, 08:04 AM
The white stag disappears into the deep gloom of the cave, leaving only his scent behind to guide you. It is strange. Not like a deer at all but more citrus and ozone, like lightning struck lemons. But you know instinctively that it is the scent you seek. It leads you down, down, down into the dark, until you can no longer see your muzzle before your eyes let alone the white hart, or your allies. Allies? Or opponents? The bell like chime of the white stag's hooves on stone are fading as it flees you. To move forth recklessly risks a plunge into a crevasse or worse, but the hart's scent leads onwards, tantalizing.
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