Tens of thousands of leafy blades carpeted the meadow, so long and lush that they fell over in little hillocks of green and tan. A single mound of bluish- black lay nestled among them, the contrast of colors becoming more and more apparent as the warming light of day began to rise and do battle with the cool of the night.

Slowly and with a calculated gentleness of movement the stallion rose. Tawny ears and black muzzles swiveled toward him from all around the meadow, but no white flags of warning lifted. The woodland deer of Helovia were a sheltered breed and even their inherited cautions didn't stretch wide enough to include fellow grazing animals. They left the roan unchallenged among them and returned to eating.

Freed of suspicion the stallion edged away from the main body of the herd. He dragged his nose between green shoots and paused on every step as if to graze, but only anticipation filled his mouth and stomach. He had watched the herd enter and taken note of several newborn fawns snuggled tight against their mother’s flanks; had continued to watch as they began to wander toward the fringes of the group, bored by their parent’s seeming inactivity.

A few of the males had paired up to feign locking antlers and kicking out at one another, their attention completely focused on the game until the stallion approached. Most were unnerved by the stranger’s closeness and fell back, but one boisterous male stood his ground, encouraged by the adult’s complete lack of concern.

The roan stretched out his neck and fluttered his nostrils at the fawn, ears trained hard forward and the little one puffed out his chest to mimic the pose, boldly straining his tiny nose toward the larger male. The fawn’s eyes cut away from the stallion just as the velvet of their muzzles brushed, desperate to see the impression his bravery made on his playmates, but it wasn’t admiration that shone in their eyes when he met him.

As the fawns gaze turned the stallion lunged forward, his expression suddenly transformed from friendship to aggression. Black rimmed ears folded flat as his mouth snarled open and clamped down on the fawns spine just behind the shoulders. He gripped hard, forcing a weak chirr-up from the fawns lungs as he compressed them, and arched his neck to lift the panicked animal away from the ground.


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@[Amara]

OOC: This is definitely something he would do in his spare time. And I thought something along these lines might help set your girl off, though whether in disgust or perverse interest is up to you. ;)