Tylly

The 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 le