None So Vile 23: Children of Empire
The deer wailed, suddenly despondent. alabaster shoved the dying wolf away and pushed to his feet, his body filled with nothing but hatred. the deer looked from the fallen 'brother' up to alabaster, brows furrowed as he raised his rapier defiantly.
My Little Huntress (WIFWOLF)
\>i grunt in discontent then follow her command, trudging through the snow towards the deer \>we approach and i survey the kill \>one clean shot through the heart, this deer never stood a chance \>eleanor sits by the head, looking over the buck's antlers
Chapter 3: Perilous Pursuit
“i have an arrangement with the owner of the royal stag. i perform a few times a week there in exchange for a percentage of that night's profits. but it's a competitive gig.
Wild Rose Country - Chapter 10
I rolled over, the coarse deer hair rough against my skin. i sighed and stared emptily into the darkness.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 40
One of them was holding out a bowl of deer blood and clay while the others dipped their fingers and scribbled symbols on each other's bodies.
A man with a stag's head (part 3/?)
I finished crying in Harry's Occult and Sundry. Harry handed me a box of tissues. “For clients parting with or acquiring heirlooms or having spiritual experiences," he explained with his head turned to the side so I could discreetly eject what I...
Chapter 1: A Discordant Melody
Senu stepped down from the stage of the royal stag, trying not to let his disappointment show.
Fox
The deer had been grazing for a time extremely recent too because the pellets of deer shit i found by a half eaten shrub were still warm! following the signs i slowed as i neared a hill, cautiously i began my assent.
Scales and Honor- Swirling Storm: Chapter 8
His eyes found a collection of deer that were gathered in one of the many clearings in the forest. "i was thinking that deer would make a fine meal this morning." he wiped his snout with a single pass of his pink tongue, already tasting his future meal.
Monster
Wolves would have ripped the deer piece by piece as he laid helpless. it would have been an act of mercy for him to kill the deer swiftly, if he could not be saved. the mouse would lie still as the coils caressed her.
And she's known quite well by all
Even dale; he watched the stag, one morning, take fifteen full minutes to attempt his porridge before giving up.
Warrior's Blood, Chapter 3: Council
He sniffed at the first of the two dead deer, then held it down with his front claws and started eating.