A R A H

One moment everything was calm, quiet and peaceful. They all stood around the dying doe proudly displaying their handmade nests when it happened. All of a sudden the world seemed to grow colder, become darker, shivers worked their way up the Impersonator's spine. Wide terrified eyes glanced at the faces of others before turning to face the horror that she felt creeping up on to her. She did not know what it was, but the tar like matter that was creeping towards them all scared the white doe. She would push through this though. The slender mare rushed forward into action, only to feel the horror of the matter creeping up and around her legs. The box/nest that hung around her neck seemed to be rather safe for the moment, until that stuff started to climb up her. It was doing just that. They would need to band together, unite under a common goal of saving the egg...THE EGG! Where the heck was it? They needed to find the baby, no. Arah wanted to find the baby and help it, not to prove herself to the quickly dying die, but because this was who she was as a being. "We have to save the egg!" She screamed out to them all.

Arah spares one last glance towards the doe's dying body. Whatever was attacking them seemed to be eating the body. So long...friend. Now only the egg and everyone's safety was on her mind. Every single nest within the trees was being filled with the disgusting tar, so far her box remained safe, maybe...just maybe the egg would come to rest safely within it. She saw the muck creeping everywhere, but the golden orbs did not see the egg. No doubt it was sinking beneath the muck, dying...after everything they had all just promised to the doe, they could not let her child die. Arah herself would not allow it. It was hard moving through the muck, but inspired by a shout from another, the antlered mare continued to search for the egg. Most of the other nests where destroyed, hers remained out of reach from the tar. If anyone else had a similar nest to hers and they found the egg first she would be over joyed, knowing that it was safe, however with all the other nests she saw from before being recked, Arah wondered if she was the egg's last hope.

She she fought, stabbing the muck, killing everything that she could, trying to find the egg. A light shone before her...was it the egg?! Stabbing through the rest of the tar the mare continued to search desperately. "The child!"

449 words.

And a sun set to lay away your day to day fears