The Stag Creative Writing

A huge stag, glowing with the cold, silvery-white light of the night, stands panting and exhausted. He hears something, and quickly bounds away. A minute later, a hunting party, their way lit up by multicolored lanterns and witch lights, comes tearing through the dark Forrest after the stag. They were a wild lot on half wild horses with hounds more than a quarter wolf. The hounds were howling and barking up a storm. The horses hooves were pounding and they neighed and screamed. The hunters and huntresses were dressed in hunting clothes of strange and vibrantly colored fabrics. Theire gorgeous faces full of wind and fierce joy. They shouted and laughed and sounded their horns like they would live forever.
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As long as they don't kill him this time everything will be alright. Driven to the top of a hill, surrounded and exhausted, but now he knows that they will kill him again. He becomes frantic and terrified, killing some of the dogs and stabbing one of the hunters horses and slashing a huntress. The hunts leader once again draws his bow and shoots the stag for the last time. The stag stands still for a moment, then cries out to his Friend in creature speech. The shining, beautiful being falls, his light dying away as the first light of the new dawn shines over the horizon and touches his just darkened body. There is a feeling like your breath was taken from your lungs or like something precious has shattered, although no one breathed and no one moved, not the animals or the humans or the wind; not even the earth seemed to move.
The hunt is surprised and disappointed that their fun is dead so they turn and go back to their camp in a valley clearing for the day not thinking too much more about the stag. They sing and dance, sleep and feast, drink and talk. They enjoy themselves by laughing at old jokes and recounting the best of the nights chases and kills as the sun rises and falls in the …show more content…
They are cut down almost instantly; silver arrows finding throats and heads and hearts. Their grovelling rewarded by a swift death. The others who listened to her command and sprinted away first, lept upon their horses and sped away. Those who were too slow find their horses dead or maimed and themselves dead soon after. Pandemonium ensues in the camp. Fire catches to a tent after someone knocks over a lantern in their haste and the fire spreads, leaping and devouring one thing after another. Every dog, every hawk, every horse, every human is screaming, thrashing, desperate to get away from the goddess's wrath. One by one, they all die, by arrow or knife they all fall. Once the camp is empty of life, she calls for her chariot pulled by stags and she Hunts the Hunters. She speeds through the sky, often hitting straight through the human and horse head. Most never even knew they died, but with some, she made sure of it. Every human that personally killed her friend was stabbed through the heart by her personally. Hunted down, chased, exhausted and afraid like her own dear stag until she delivered the final