Drunk Deer の小説・ストーリー

Suddenly, it turns his head to the left and runs. He stops next to an area with tall grass and approaches little by little, very slowly, keeping the body hidden from the prey that was grazing carefree. When he's at a considerable and safe distance, it launches the attack. Frightened, the deer reverses its position, and does not realize that it's running into the river. The water slows down his movements, and Ice lunges at him and sinks his sharp teeth into his neck. The animal struggles, but is dragged to the riverbank, and then deeper into the forest, near Ryan's backpack.

Joana never believed that she would have this much fun going hunting with Derick and drinking from the dead body of a wild animal. At first, she refused to let her mouth touch its raw skin, telling him to pour the blood into the bowl for her before she would agree to drink. But as she saw the blood was rushing out from the deer, she felt it call to her. She didn’t know what came over her as she dragged it away from his claws and began to drink from it. She couldn’t believe it, but it felt better than drinking from the bowl as this was coming right from the source, still flowing, still fresh, it felt like heaven to her mouth. She didn’t stop until she finished it, she didn’t mind Derick who w

Whatever took the deer didn’t want to be found, and yet here we were, chasing a ghost. After several minutes, we reached a clearing near a cliff that jutted out from the earth like a jagged tooth. That’s when I saw the deer or what was left of it. Chunks of the deer's flesh were scattered around the scene like some gruesome ritual. Kate froze beside me. “What the hell? I hope this isn't some witch shit ritual, Ravenna,” she muttered, lowering her gun slightly. "Why would a witch do something like this with a deer?" I asked, my tone low.

In the center was an iron cage containing a family of deer – both the buck and the doe were injured, while the fawn remained unharmed. "These three deer were attacked by a predator. The buck has a severe tear on its back, the doe has a serious bite wound on her hind leg. According to the usual circumstances, the blue potion wouldn't be able to heal them. Now is the perfect time to test the effects of the potions we each made," Dr. Wells explained.

Kiran poured our drinks and we clinked our glasses together in a toast. “Are you scared yet?” Malachi asked me. “About what?” “A girl. All those boys out there,” he said and I got that look in my eyes and Kiran started to laugh. “That’s it. I’m moving. All those dead bodies buried in the forest. He’ll make Seward famous for disappearing teen boys at the height of their hormones,” Kiran said. “It won’t be that bad,” I said and Malachi laughed. “You should have seen Kiran at seventeen,” he said and Kiran choked on his drink.

Running to see how things are going I see a lot of fighting. The river I see dead animals. Oh no, I stop and start to go down to the river. Getting closer I see dead fishes, dead deer, and dead rabbits. What happened to them? Sniffing, I sniff the deer, poison. I sniff hard and rub my paw on my snout. Who poisoned deer? Nobody can eat the deer, what of rabbits? I go and same thing, poisoned, I go to fishes. Why are they poisoned? Sniffing I smell no poison.

advised Kriss as he ambled past, his hands firmly clasping the impressive rack of his stag. She did so cautiously, half-afraid the deer could sense she had hunted their brethren in the past, since they seemed so magical and wise. However, Allandralee remained still as she settled and hugged her neck. Then she walked over to stand beside Hadro, bringing North to Eamon’s side once more. “They’re a mated pair, and the alphas of this herd of deer.” “I didn’t know deer had alpha pairs,” said Marek. “These deer are special,” said Eamon.

They watched in silence for a few minutes, marveling at the beauty of the creatures. Suddenly, one of the deer looked up and spotted them. It took off, and the others followed in a flurry of movement. Darell suggested they try to follow them, to see if they could catch up. The three of them set off at a run, darting through the trees and laughing uncontrollably. They were all out of breath by the time they caught up to the deer, but they didn't care. They were caught up in the moment, filled with the joy of the adventure.

He yipped with excitement, it ran through his blood and mine like wine. The female deer was downwind from us, grazing at the lake’s edge. Blaze circled the unsuspecting doe, keeping low to the ground. She lifted her head and her huge ears pricked up. It must have been something else that warned her because Blaze’s careful footing didn’t even stir a leaf.

I looked back at the road only to spot a flying deer heading toward the windshield. A flying deer???