Curiousity Killed the Goat

by Selterboy

Henri is a goat living in a small clearing inside of a forest. One day, Henri lets his curiosity get the best of him and he makes a risky decision that will show the true extent of his friendship with his best, and possibly ex friend Ryon, and his relationship with another goat, Meg. Rated T for a small amount of spilled blood.

1. Curiousity

I don't own One Stormy Night's characters, story, or locations in any way, shape, or form. Please don't sue me.

Chapter One

Curiosity

"What if all the roles were reversed?"

I sit up from the ground, looking at Ryon. "What do you mean? We eat wolves?"

"What if we did?"

I laughed at the question. "Goats aren't built for eating meat. And if we tried, the herd could find out… it could make the others think that we'll start eating goats…"

"We would just have to keep it a secret!"

I got a bit scared about that sentence. "Ryon…"

We both went silent for a few minutes before beginning the walk back to the clearing.

Me and Ryon didn't talk on the way back. With the silence I had time to ponder the question, the question I too have asked myself. We could eat meat if we wanted to. Though the herd would send us away...

The next morning me and Ryon went back to our usual bush, deep in the forest so no other goat could find it, hidden behind poison berry bushes.

"Ryon, I couldn't sleep last night." I said angrily.

"Because of my question?" Ryon giggles.

"I've thought about things like that, never considered it as something I'd do… before."

"Before?" Ryon said, sounding shocked by my statement.

"I thought you considered it too, isn't that why you tried to plant the seed?"

"Plant the seed? I only spoke my thoughts!"

"Ryon relax, I'll only eat maybe… one or two mice?"

"Henri..."

I heard a rustle in some nearby bushes, I was joking before about it… but…

"I think there's one now!" I jump into the rustling bush.

"Henri! This… stop! You better be…" Ryon stopped for a few moments. "I'll get the elder!"

I had only planned to jump in a berry bush and rub some juice on my face to pretend like I ate a mouse. But when I saw a mouse trapped by the tail under my hoof, thoughts of how my blood tasted when I trip and bite my tongue... made me think of the question, we can My breathing grows heavy as I lower my head toward the trapped mouse, opening my mouth and preparing.

I ate that mouse. I tasted the blood of another today, and when I was done I stared at it, the gore littering the ground around the corpse. The blood in and on my mouth and hooves, dripping off my chin. I want to say I hated eating that mouse, but I... I liked it. It tasted quite similar to my own blood, to... goat blood. "No." I say to myself, "Don't you dare think about eating goats." I push the thought out of my mind.

Quickly rubbing away the blood I got on myself, licking the blood off my lips to savor the taste once more, I jump back out of the bush. "The mouse got away." I said, patting Ryon (who was now laying down) on the back. He looked up at me, sighed, and stood up.

"D-don't do that Henri!"

"Why are you so scared? You're the first to mention eating meat!"

Ryon didn't answer.

We continued walking down the path to our secret bush. Just before we got there, Ryon asks "You ate whatever made the noise in the bush, didn't you?"

"I was only kidding Ryon."

"If you did, I won't go down with you when the herd finds out about it."

"We will just have to keep it a secret."

Ryon angrily sighed.