The ground melted around his cloven hooves. The wind howled over his ears, he scowled at the gods. They cursed him! They betrayed him.
The glitter of the pond ahead, a ligfht in the darkness of the forest, a midpoint for travelers or lost fawns. This night of nights, the hallowed tree's sung no sweet tune to his ears, nor did his pictogram glow brightly for all to see. His mission was dark as the showdow that loomed below his body.
The firefly's that lived around the pond's graceful willow tree's, they were gone. The koi fish that danced so gracefully through the clear water's of the pond, gone. Sleeping calmly. Only the Gods knew truely what thoughts this stag had. His plot for this night.
Passing the tall birch tree's, snoring of many deer could be heard, they slept peacefully, their dreams filled with magic, not shadowed by nightmares. Leeon's head was only full on a thought, a simple thought.
Only a few months ago did he betray himself, the God's betrayed him, he stood up against the Demon Gazelle. He was punished. Blood was shed on that great stone bridge, a place where no evil could swallow. His blood now matted in with the moss that grew there. His mind was eveloped with a thought
His hooves reached the muddy edge, the pond glitter with a perfect picture of the moon. Leeon's eyes welled at the sight. He was born under this moon, the moon was his friend, his family. Everything. To see what he was doing, he could not stand it.
Stepping back, he waited until clouds covered the moon, the eyes of the Gods were no long upon his pelt. Walking back to the edge, he eyes for a certain somthing. There, a broken tree, it's splinttered trunk still firmly planted in the water.
Arriving where he began, by the shallow waters, did he fall.
