Frostbite [Short Random Ft. Isis]

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A cold voice echoed in the does head. 'It didn't have to be this way....' she retorted to herself. The leaves that surrounded her face masked a somber frown as she lay still between two towering birch trees. Yet no one was in sight. They were probably all off down at the pond, enjoying themselves.

Yet Isis had fell into a deep wrath of depression. Even she didn't know why, but it was there, twinging deeper into her heart by the minute. The doe had become ill, and frail. She longed to run about in the night, but found it impossible to gain the will to stand.

A frog ambled by, stopping to look curiously at the deer, then continueing on his way. Isis looked up to watch him go, she wanted to follow him, and jump around by his side. But the aura of the dark forest condemed her to stay still as she was. Was it a memory that made her this way? A memory of the forest as it had been this way before? She thought for a moment, before drifting off to sleep.

She dreamed...dreamt of a time so much like this before. She was running with someone, someone dear to her, she could tell. They frolicked for some time, stopping to gaze at the butterflies who serenlely fluttered upon the purple lilacs. The creature came closer to Isis, it's hooves carving prints into the soft dirt of the forest. It opened it's mouth to speak, but before a word could slip from the deer's mouth, Isis awoke.

The dream, it had been so familiar. The place...the deer. She racked her brain to try and remember, but sadly failed. The mystery friend would have to wait, for Isis knew she would one day remember of it's sweet, caring warmth it had set off to her. Something she hadn't felt in so long, something she longed to feel again...

Moments later a figure appeared in the forest, nearing into her slowly. The shadowed creature appeared ghostly, with a glowing aura around his perfectly angled body. Isis willed herself to stand, her legs quivered as her dark hooves graced the moist earth. "Hello...." she called out, but she was left with no reply. The shadow lurched nearer, now yards away. The doe could make out his soft, glistening eyes, looking deep into her soul.

Isis took a wary step forward, and the dark figure fled, dissapearing into the misty fog overhead. She hadn't the strength to carry on after him. Instantly the feel of comfort changed to dispair. Why had he ran from her? She lowered her head to look at the ground. An indintion had formed from where she had slept for days. Isis huffed, trudging forward slowly. The ache in her legs was dwindeling her courage to continue forward, but she knew she could die from staying in one place for too long.

Soon after searching for nothing, hoofbeats filled her head. They were coming close, too close for the does comfort. She turned fast as her body would allow, and her eyes fell wide. Before her stood a large stag, steam being emmited from his skull mask as he breathed. His antlers were lowered, and he was nearing the female's flank...the forest went black.

Isis awoke in a feild of simply stunnning lilacs, the rain pouring above her. 'Where am I?' she thought, turning her head up to look around. She felt a painful sting in her side, where a gash was matted over with crimson. It wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been, but Isis still wondered furiously as to who the attacker was. Was it the gentle male that had approached her earlier? She hoped not.

The doe stood, licking her wound for a few breif moments. She needed to get away from the statuesque place she had found herself in. She staggered away, hoping to find the Old Oak and find herself once again in the dreadful saddness that had overcome her...

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Kinda random, and I couldnt think of anything towards the end. Isis has been drawn into a extended period of saddness for past reasons. I dont know how long it will last. The attack didn't really happen in forest, but she will indeed have wounds. c: AhahahaI fail. Eh, I just like to write random things sometimes when I get bored, sorry if you hate it. Commmeeeennt and tell me watcha think.