The defecating leaves left a lingering and distinctive scent in the air. One which appealed to David. Leftenent David T. Mills of the Queen's regiment lumbered through the thick, South Canadian woods. He thought to himself, why did he join with the military. He had no real skills with the bullets or blades they had armed him with. He could have had a nice life with Nancy, chopping wood and making syrup for he and his Brother's company. A quiet life, simple and serene. No. Rather, she hooked up with the one she had been betrothed to for three years. He figured that the reasonable thing to do was vent his pent up frustrations on the invading Americans.
David's train of thought was sharply snapped. He spun around in a daze of panic. Was it the Americans. Was it another member of the battalion? Was it a fox? Foxes were common in these parts. David's attention was moves upwards. The birds had disappeared. Silence became a looming presence. The bushes behind him rustled and jarred. David pulled a pistol out of his holster and gripped it with his panic strewn hand. A Yank, he thought. David summoned his courage and began to move towards the bushes. His steps seemed to echo throughout the forest as his leather bound feet moves cautiously over the leafy terrain. He felt an omnimous warmth each time he stepped into a lit area of the woods. His brow was drenched with sweat. Damned August, were the only things he said to himself to avert the terror of potential death looming before him.
Words began to be choked out of his gullet. "Show yourself!", he managed in a mediocre bellow.
The bush exploded before him in a shower of green. David fell back and let off one shot that hit only the sky as the beast in the bush bust towards him in a blast of inhuman strength and fury. David felt a searing pain in his left ankle as he twisted himself on to his right side. The beast's hooves clipped and clopped over several flat rocks before stopping. David forced his sight to return to normal. He gazed out through the forest towards his adversary. What he saw was a sight for very sore eyes. A long, slender yet powerful body cropped with brown fur and speckled with white spots. Atop it's slight, benevolent, head were a pair of small, hard stubs. David breathed a much needed sigh of relief while the fawn turned and left to it's future. David, having forgotten his ankle, stood and cried out in pain. He oriented himself so his back was leaned up against a tall maple whose leaves shrouded David from the sweltering heat.
David began to hop his way through the woods all the while feeling uneasy. What scared the fawn, where did all the birds go? Such thoughts became constant in David's mind.
He came to a sudden halt at the sound of something above him. A malevolent growl. Much like the purr of a magnificently massive cat. David felt eyes on him. Dangerously intelligent eyes. David, having dropped his pistol in the leaves, pulled out the bayonet from his rifle. He began to march on his good foot towards the sound of running water.
The world was whisked away from David as he felt a cold, powerful grasp around his good ankle. The forest floor quickly became the sky over his head and vice verca for the canopy of the woods. "Help!!!", screamed David at the peak of his lungs' powers. But he cried to no avail. The combination of David's outstretched left leg and the force of the tug on his right forced David to spin towards his attacker. What he saw chilled him to his bone. A pair of bright green eyed leered at him right before a screaming, whirling circle of bronze metal screeched though David's neck and embedded itself in the soil beneath him. His terror stricken, severed head thudded against the sticks and stones which broke nothing but it's fall from life.
David's train of thought was sharply snapped. He spun around in a daze of panic. Was it the Americans. Was it another member of the battalion? Was it a fox? Foxes were common in these parts. David's attention was moves upwards. The birds had disappeared. Silence became a looming presence. The bushes behind him rustled and jarred. David pulled a pistol out of his holster and gripped it with his panic strewn hand. A Yank, he thought. David summoned his courage and began to move towards the bushes. His steps seemed to echo throughout the forest as his leather bound feet moves cautiously over the leafy terrain. He felt an omnimous warmth each time he stepped into a lit area of the woods. His brow was drenched with sweat. Damned August, were the only things he said to himself to avert the terror of potential death looming before him.
Words began to be choked out of his gullet. "Show yourself!", he managed in a mediocre bellow.
The bush exploded before him in a shower of green. David fell back and let off one shot that hit only the sky as the beast in the bush bust towards him in a blast of inhuman strength and fury. David felt a searing pain in his left ankle as he twisted himself on to his right side. The beast's hooves clipped and clopped over several flat rocks before stopping. David forced his sight to return to normal. He gazed out through the forest towards his adversary. What he saw was a sight for very sore eyes. A long, slender yet powerful body cropped with brown fur and speckled with white spots. Atop it's slight, benevolent, head were a pair of small, hard stubs. David breathed a much needed sigh of relief while the fawn turned and left to it's future. David, having forgotten his ankle, stood and cried out in pain. He oriented himself so his back was leaned up against a tall maple whose leaves shrouded David from the sweltering heat.
David began to hop his way through the woods all the while feeling uneasy. What scared the fawn, where did all the birds go? Such thoughts became constant in David's mind.
He came to a sudden halt at the sound of something above him. A malevolent growl. Much like the purr of a magnificently massive cat. David felt eyes on him. Dangerously intelligent eyes. David, having dropped his pistol in the leaves, pulled out the bayonet from his rifle. He began to march on his good foot towards the sound of running water.
The world was whisked away from David as he felt a cold, powerful grasp around his good ankle. The forest floor quickly became the sky over his head and vice verca for the canopy of the woods. "Help!!!", screamed David at the peak of his lungs' powers. But he cried to no avail. The combination of David's outstretched left leg and the force of the tug on his right forced David to spin towards his attacker. What he saw chilled him to his bone. A pair of bright green eyed leered at him right before a screaming, whirling circle of bronze metal screeched though David's neck and embedded itself in the soil beneath him. His terror stricken, severed head thudded against the sticks and stones which broke nothing but it's fall from life.