Another crappy chapter from me. Hopefully it provides more entertainment than the last one though, so enjoy. The links to the other chapters will be found on my 'Story Links' blog entry, along with any time I want to call up people for more characters.

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Once again another night, as still as the one of the murder, had finally dawned upon the mysterious Forest. Small black bats fluttered in swarms from tree to tree, seeking sanctuary from the sudden sound of cloven hooves which filled the air. Together, Lieka and Twenty-One were slowly trotting side-by-side, ears standing high and eyes sharp. If this monster was out tonight, they would need to be ready to spring in a split second. Still, hanging around behind them and taking advantage of the tree cover, Ada quietly followed the pair as they searched. Dressed in her usual deer mask and stumpy doe antlers, her burgendy pelt provided suitable camoflague too, despite the odd markings which resembled a butterfly so closely.

The young doe watched closely and listened intently to the conversation.
"Where should we start looking?"
"Let's plan a route and go from there."
As quiet as her small feet could make her, Ada remained constantly alert as the pair discussed out a path where they could search. For what, the young doe didn't understand, but nevertheless she was more than willing to follow the pair rather than hanging around on her own in the darkness. Her fear of the shadows between the trees was too much for her to bear by herself, especially when the sound of the word "murderer" came drifting to her ears from Lieka's lips.

"If the murderer is a deer.." The Queen spoke, turning her grey eyes onto Twenty-One, ".. What can we do to stop them in future? Would he be prosecuted and put to death as punishment?" Her voice carried worry; nothing like this had ever been dealt with in the Forest before, and with any hope it wouldn't happen ever again after the suspect was caught.

CHAPTER THREE

Two months had passed since Orphrite died. Still, the herd hadn’t found anyone to take his place. Before his sudden death, they thought Nimlin would make a fair chance, but because of her impulsive action that was out of the question. Her so called mission had failed, the position of does only got worse. Because Nimlin was one of the better does, the stags thought the other ones would be too impulsive and reckless to serve in their little army.
Even though most does accepted their position, Nimlin wasn’t pleased. Even Fenqua started to think about their decision, which wasn’t fair at all. She believed gender didn’t matter in this case. Abilities mattered, intelligence mattered. And not only stags possessed this, next to the fact that not even all stags possessed it. Qualities were divided amongst does and stags, Fenqua believed. She wondered if she could somehow prove it…

During these months, Fenqua had grown a lot and the white spots on her fawn pelt started to disappear. Her face was starting to look much older and wiser. Even though she had never been clumsy, her movements became more graceful. Also, Nimlin had started their training again, hoping that Fenqua would restore the doe’s pride. She had become harsher during these months and her training had only become harder. Fenqua was guessing that Nimlin chased her in order to increase her speed, so she would be the fastest doe in the herd. Or maybe even the fastest deer. Due to her training, Fenqua had no time to look for Skokey and this concerned her. She still had the feeling he was in danger, but Nimlin just wouldn’t leave her alone until she was exhausted and had to sleep. Otherwise, she wouldn’t survive the next day.

Damn, I'm writing like mad! I already finished chapter two, I never wrote a story this fast. More danger in this one. And you'll finally find out who Fenqua's friend is, although that didn't take to long. It kinda connects two stories on TEF with each other ^^

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CHAPTER TWO

‘AWAY FROM THE EDGE!’ A strong, black stag with huge antlers shouted. He was running in circles around a group of panicking deer, preventing anyone to wander of. His emerald green eyes scanned the group, to see if everyone was there. He was missing one of the younger stags, but he had already been away for weeks, so it wouldn’t be clever looking for him now the herd was in danger. The black stag stopped in front of the herd and bellowed loudly to get their attention. Immediately the deer stopped panicking and looked at him.
‘Listen up everyone, there is no need to create a chaos here. We’re going to stay calm and leave this place together. There is no need to panic if we all stay together and away from the edge of the woods.’
A fiery doe stepped forward and bowed politely, meaning she wanted to ask him a question.
‘Go ahead Nimlin, you don’t have to bow for me.’ The stag answered with a slightly irritated voice.
‘Sir, I was just wondering what we’re up against. You’re saying we have to leave our territory and stay away from the edge. But I think me and the other deer would like to know what the threat is. And if it’s worth fleeing for.’ After hearing this, other deer nodded and the crowd started to shout things like: ‘Yeah, tell us!’ or ‘Why don’t we fight?’