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[CrimsonMoon]

The forest was still except fr the long hanging moss that reached down from the twisted and ancient trees like cob webs. A thin drizzle soaking everything with a fine yet bone chilling mist. In the soft ground, tracks of a large stag signal its path through the ancient forest... This city of old spirits..

[Етеяиiту]

{which city is it in}

[CrimsonMoon]

Lets just say.... Caerlon}

[Етеяиiту]

Ok.}

As the stag made its way through the forest it would fine a clearing surrounded by huge weeping willow trees, and within that clearing stood a girl, a beautiful girl. One that the sun radiated off of like a goddess and one that stood as a proper person. But this girl, she was humble and kind and had a mysterious little creature on her shoulder. Her long black hair draped down her back and over her shoulders. Her stunning green eyes had a mixture of blue. And her perfectly curved body was just right in all the right places.

She looked up to the sky and smiled her eyes. Shimmering and her hair blowing slightly in the wind. She had on a black crop top with a fishnet midriff and black shorts, along with a long black no sleeved jacked which trailed down to the top of her combat boots.

[CrimsonMoon]

The stag halted on the soft moss almost wenty feet from thegirl, towering nearly eight feet in the air not including its enormous antlers. Its large eyes stared at her for a moment and it snorts, shaking its large head

[Етеяиiту]

She turned around to look at the stag. She smiled at it and the large fluff ball of an animal scurried down her body and over to it. It's white tail twitched and it sniffed its hoof its small pink nose twitching, her ears folded back as the white animal rubbed against its leg. Marciline smiled and held her hand out to the stag friendly like. She waited for a response as the white furball ran back to her.

[CrimsonMoon]

The stag stairs at her for a moment before taking a step foreward, hesitating, than turning its back again, beginning to plod away

[Етеяиiту]

She sighed and had a sad look "stag?" She called to the. Animal knowing they could understand her.

[CrimsonMoon]

It halts and glances back at er, snorting as if saying," Yes?"

[Етеяиiту]

She smiled "could you come here?" She asked holding her hand out again with a hopeful look.

[CrimsonMoon]

The stag inclines it head a bit then makes a heavy snorting noise. Quietly plodding back to her when it towers over her, blinking down at her with an eben gaze

[Етеяиiту]

She smiled at it and looked up at it holding her hand out to touch its face "you are a handsome stag" she whispered.

[CrimsonMoon]

It snorts and nuzzles her hand in return, pawig the ground obviously agreeing with her

[Етеяиiту]

She smiled and rubbed her hand along its face gently petting it. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to its forehead before turning and smiling back at the stag "it was nice to meet you dear stag i hope to see you again here" she said and began walking away

[CrimsonMoon]

" And I you, Little girl," A gentle voice rumbles behind her, but by the time she could look back to see who had spoken, the stag had disappeared

[Етеяиiту]

She smiled and smirked "another trick of my mind" she thought aloud shaking her head

[CrimsonMoon]

- T i m e . S k i p -

The next time she entered te clearing, the moss had been torn up as if men with swords had tried to dig up the roots of the trees. The air smelled of old soil turned onto its belly and sap... The blood of the trees...

[Етеяиiту]

She fell to her knees looking around putting her head in her hands and peeking through her fingers a flabbergasted and horrified look to her face "no..no....no" she murmured then rushed to a tree which had been cut into and she pressed her hand to the bark. She whimpered no as a soft green light emanated from her hand as the tree began to come back together, the soil reforming around it along with all of the moss. Blood began to drip down her side and leg a very large and deep gash appearing on her side.

[CrimsonMoon]

A soft muzzle nuzzles the back of her neck," Stop...." A low voice rumbles

[Етеяиiту]

"No this clearing its my life its everything to me" she said tears dripping from her eyes as the wound got deeper and the trees got smaller.