HOME | DD

Description
Year 744 of the New Age - Blackwood bordering Silverthorne, Autumn -
Oh, how could she have been that thoughtless? In her fury she just had run and not noticed she had long passed the Blackwood border. Oh, it was all her mother’s fault!

Carefully the tall, buckskin doe walked through the dark forest, she was not sure whom she was more scarred of: A wolf finding her or one of these devious Blackwood stags she had been warned of so many times. Ever since she had been a filly her mother and aunts and actually all fawnlings she had known had scared her and the other fawns with tales about the Blackwoods. Told them about how they would come and steal them away at night and then they would keep them and force them to groom their shaggy fur and brush their messy manes. Blackwoods were hideous, huge and ugly, they all had bad teeth and lopsided antlers that looked like the fangs of a cave lion. Some had even told her they couldn’t talk, but would just grunt and roar their orders at the does they had kidnapped and if you didn’t obey, they would force you to clean their nasty, stinking hooves!

Ohhh, what had she been thinking coming here?

There was a crack in a bush nearby, making her give a mighty start. Her dark eyes huge, she stared at the bush in front of her, her heart racing, god, that would be the end! She would forever be the slave of an ugly, stinking Blackwood!

When eventually a rabbit came hopping out from underneath the bush, stared at her and quickly turned around, hopping off again. She chuckled, silly girl, getting scared of a rabbit.

Shaking her head she turned to walk on, however she bumped straight into something that appeared solid as a tree! She couldn’t remember a tree having stood ahead of her and when she turned, her heart skipped more than one beat at the sight in front of her!

“Hello, beautiful.” He said, a lopsided smile on his lips. She couldn’t speak, she barely could breathe! The stag was huge! The largest stag she had ever seen! Sure, she had been told Blackwoods were large, she had also once seen wounded soldiers return from a fight with Blackwoods, but she never had thought them to be this tall! He wasn’t just tall, he also was dark, a big rack on his head, the rims strangely sharp, like blades.

“It’s dangerous out here. A pretty backside such as your’s might easily end up eaten.” He said again. She merely gapped at the huge stag for another moment. Wait. He wasn’t really ugly or stinking or hideous. He was dark and not golden, but he still was, well, he was by far not as monstrous as she had imagined.

“Please don’t eat me.” She eventually whimpered, “And don’t kidnap me to your cave and make me polish your stinking hooves, not that I think they stink. Oh please, don’t eat me.”

He looked at her and then, to her great surprise, he laughed:

“Why should I eat you? I’m just a fawnling, I don’t eat other fawnlings and besides that, I doubt I could make any doe polish my hooves, if it’s not some fancy fetish of her’s.” he smirked at her, his dark eyes meeting her’s. Deep, dark eyes. Dark like the Blackwood. Dark like the night sky. Dark, so incredibly dark. She didn’t know why, but she all of the sudden began feeling slightly light-headed.

“You’re so strong, how could a doe ever deny you, your wishes?” she asked.

“Because she doesn’t want to? Sweetheart, I don’t know how it works in Silverthorne, but here the does only do what they decide to do.” He told, knowing very well how things worked in Silverthorne, knowing well this young doe probably had run from her parents, who had wanted to get her a stag for the rut.

“Really? My parents wanted to decide on my stag. He is golden, he would be a great fortune. But I don’t want him.” She spoke.

“Yeah? Well, here you wouldn’t have to take him. You could do whatever you please and nobody would tell you what to do.” He smiled, while she was lost in his eyes. These eyes. They weren’t anything special, but the same time, she never had seen such eyes.

“What I want?” she mumbled.

“Whatever you want. Would you want me? I am strong and I treat does with respect. You are to decide, beautiful.” He said smoothly.

“Yes. I do.” She whispered and followed him, as he headed on. Doing just what she wanted, didn’t she?

---

Jus, young Hagen charming a pretty Silverthorne lady to come with him, by subconsciously using some of his posession magic on her.

Whatever I want.
+1 magic - art
+1 magic - lit - 400-999 words

Description
Year 744 of the New Age - Blackwood bordering Silverthorne, Autumn -
Oh, how could she have been that thoughtless? In her fury she just had run and not noticed she had long passed the Blackwood border. Oh, it was all her mother’s fault!

Carefully the tall, buckskin doe walked through the dark forest, she was not sure whom she was more scarred of: A wolf finding her or one of these devious Blackwood stags she had been warned of so many times. Ever since she had been a filly her mother and aunts and actually all fawnlings she had known had scared her and the other fawns with tales about the Blackwoods. Told them about how they would come and steal them away at night and then they would keep them and force them to groom their shaggy fur and brush their messy manes. Blackwoods were hideous, huge and ugly, they all had bad teeth and lopsided antlers that looked like the fangs of a cave lion. Some had even told her they couldn’t talk, but would just grunt and roar their orders at the does they had kidnapped and if you didn’t obey, they would force you to clean their nasty, stinking hooves!

Ohhh, what had she been thinking coming here?

There was a crack in a bush nearby, making her give a mighty start. Her dark eyes huge, she stared at the bush in front of her, her heart racing, god, that would be the end! She would forever be the slave of an ugly, stinking Blackwood!

When eventually a rabbit came hopping out from underneath the bush, stared at her and quickly turned around, hopping off again. She chuckled, silly girl, getting scared of a rabbit.

Shaking her head she turned to walk on, however she bumped straight into something that appeared solid as a tree! She couldn’t remember a tree having stood ahead of her and when she turned, her heart skipped more than one beat at the sight in front of her!

“Hello, beautiful.” He said, a lopsided smile on his lips. She couldn’t speak, she barely could breathe! The stag was huge! The largest stag she had ever seen! Sure, she had been told Blackwoods were large, she had also once seen wounded soldiers return from a fight with Blackwoods, but she never had thought them to be this tall! He wasn’t just tall, he also was dark, a big rack on his head, the rims strangely sharp, like blades.

“It’s dangerous out here. A pretty backside such as your’s might easily end up eaten.” He said again. She merely gapped at the huge stag for another moment. Wait. He wasn’t really ugly or stinking or hideous. He was dark and not golden, but he still was, well, he was by far not as monstrous as she had imagined.

“Please don’t eat me.” She eventually whimpered, “And don’t kidnap me to your cave and make me polish your stinking hooves, not that I think they stink. Oh please, don’t eat me.”

He looked at her and then, to her great surprise, he laughed:

“Why should I eat you? I’m just a fawnling, I don’t eat other fawnlings and besides that, I doubt I could make any doe polish my hooves, if it’s not some fancy fetish of her’s.” he smirked at her, his dark eyes meeting her’s. Deep, dark eyes. Dark like the Blackwood. Dark like the night sky. Dark, so incredibly dark. She didn’t know why, but she all of the sudden began feeling slightly light-headed.

“You’re so strong, how could a doe ever deny you, your wishes?” she asked.

“Because she doesn’t want to? Sweetheart, I don’t know how it works in Silverthorne, but here the does only do what they decide to do.” He told, knowing very well how things worked in Silverthorne, knowing well this young doe probably had run from her parents, who had wanted to get her a stag for the rut.

“Really? My parents wanted to decide on my stag. He is golden, he would be a great fortune. But I don’t want him.” She spoke.

“Yeah? Well, here you wouldn’t have to take him. You could do whatever you please and nobody would tell you what to do.” He smiled, while she was lost in his eyes. These eyes. They weren’t anything special, but the same time, she never had seen such eyes.

“What I want?” she mumbled.

“Whatever you want. Would you want me? I am strong and I treat does with respect. You are to decide, beautiful.” He said smoothly.

“Yes. I do.” She whispered and followed him, as he headed on. Doing just what she wanted, didn’t she?

---

Jus, young Hagen charming a pretty Silverthorne lady to come with him, by subconsciously using some of his posession magic on her.

Whatever I want.
+1 magic - art
+1 magic - lit - 400-999 words