SlainThe doe stood there motionless except for the trickle of blood slowly flowing out of the open cavern where her heart used to be. Her legs were splintered in multiple places; the pain had disipaited to numbness. Still she stood.
There had been no hope for her when the lions attacked. Her mind had drifted away as her body took one of it's last beatings. It had been useless to fight. The first one, with the trusting eyes had cut to her heart, while at the same time keeping her mesmerized with those golden sphears.
The others had taken playful swipes at her legs. Her frail bones couldn't stand up to their massive paws. Yet she had stood, and let it all happen.
It was her fault for straying too far from her heard. Hers for running the wrong dirrection. Hers for paying no mind to the danger lurking in the tall grass.
They'd toyed with her. Played her against her own downfalls. Killing had never been the point of this mock hunt. Only to play.
She let out a long breath and finally let herself