I don't have a name for him yet, but this is a test story of a new character

Color used is #B1FB17

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The stag was helplessly at Iugulare's mercy. He tried to fight her alone, but the stoat was too quick for him, and even so, his antlers would not damage her viral body. He wore himself out trying to track her, and when he began to stumble, she took the opportunity to strike. The stoat bounded onto him, her paws gripping his shoulders, and at once she sunk her fangs into the side of his neck. He cried out, trying to shake her off, but nothing seemed to work. The stag lost his footing and toppled to the ground, shivering and struggling as the infection began to envelop him.

Pleased, the stoat released her grip. The damage had been done, it was only a matter of time before he would become another minion. She wasted no more time with him, and ran off.

He cried out for help. He was starting to lose his focus, the black infection was seeping down his body. The wound on his neck was not very deep, but it was enough for the virus to enter into his bloodstream. He was hallucinating, his legs going into shock, his breaths short and labored.

In the corner of his eye, he saw something approach. A snake had found him, he could see the black and yellow on it's body, though it was a blur to him. He closed his eyes, already expecting death to come.

The snake flicked his tongue, tasting the infection on him. "Rest, friend. Rest...", he spoke quietly, and quickly slithered onto the stag. He lay directly onto the infection on the stag, and spoke into his ear, "You have been badly hurt. There is something causing these attacks, I have not yet to find it, but I have helped those I have found. Some...some were too late...but you are not. Rest, it will be taken away soon."

The infection seemed to be attracted to the snake's body. The stag grimaced, the flowing virus retracted from his body and began to latch onto the snake. It passed through what the stag thought was skin, but sound soon realize that it was not a living creature, but...had strange, soft skin that the infection could pass through easily.

When the stag was cleansed, he stood, the puncture wounds on his neck began to bleed but would heal soon. He looked down to the snake, his vision starting to come back, and slowly he bowed his head, "Thank you...thank you for saving me..."

The snake gave a nod, and turned to slither away. His breathing was different than before, and he began to cough up some of the infection, which hit the ground and fizzed away. The stag saw one of his eyes was closed, or...not even there. There were deep cuts over the eye socket that had been stitched closed. I cannot save them all...but I will save as many as I can..., he thought to himself.

The snake was soon gone, and the stag went on his way, to rest by the Pond and heal. He never asked the snake his name...