Reincarnation had a sense of humor---or at least Aerith did--- Sephiroth had decided. In fact, she was just downright cruel. Even he would never have wished this on anyone... except Hojo. Fine! So maybe in his past life he had been a momma's boy and a homocidal maniac with a wing and a great big sword. So what if he had killed countless people, that was NOTHING compared to this! The sheer indignity of this punishment was just too much!
Sephiroth hid behind a large bush and tried to calm his breathing. He had been running almost non-stop and was utterly winded. He thought wryly that this was probably the best work-out he had ever had even since his previous life as the Silver General of Shinra.
His nostrils flared slighty, catching the musky odor of his pursuers, and he felt himself shrink, unconsiously pinning his large ears back along a slender silvery neck. His knees were trembling, his tail twitching nervously.
Suddenly the three stags came bounding into view over a hill, snorting and shaking their antlers with the customary confidence and excitment that falls upon all creatures during the fall months. The silver doe knew he didn't have a chance as the three made straight for his hiding place, honing in on his location better than any missile.
" Sepheeeeee!!!!" Zack, the smaller black one sang, the odd spiky fur on his head bouncing in the breeze.
" I'm a wonderful poet.' chimed the red one, ' why don't you let me sing you a few verses?"
The larger black one said nothing, but raked the surrounding foliage with his antlers, drawing attention to their impressive tines. Angeal had never been one for too many words.
Sephiroth shot out of the bushes with a frightened mewl, " STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
The three stags raced after him, taking the creek in a single bound as they followed their quarry, calling out for him in pleading voices. They just wanted to 'talk' after all.
Sephiroth ran as though his life depended on it, or rather, his virginity. This was his first time in Heat and he wasn't liking the results. The three fun loving fawns he had grown up with had suddenly turned 'predator' on him, as had every other male in the forest! He vaugly remembered something like this happening to the small blonde doe, Cloud, but he hadn't paid much attention at the time. His breath was coming in panting, rasping breaths and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he wouldn't be able to run anylonger. Apparently his former playmates had sensed that too because they had picked up their pace and were closing in rapidly.
Curse Aerith! What had he ever done to deserve this!