Post by ConfessionFPT on Apr 18, 2015 23:38:05 GMT
Ronnoe, King of Deer
Street Level Villain
The Forrest
The blacktop had remained coated with moisture long after the rain had stopped. The nearly empty parking lot glistened, its puddles still and untouched. The only thing that occupied the lot when Megan had exited her red sedan was the streetlamp. She walked under its dirty yellow light and entered the grocery store. She moved at a hurried pace through the isles to grab her Pop-Rocks and mac-and-cheese. The unenthused voice over the intercom said that the store was closing in five as Megan reached for the cheese-filled hotdogs. She smiled at the thought her doctor scolding her if he could see the contents of her shopping cart. Life is short and his diet suggestions were too strict. The older gentlemen who bagged her items had offered to walk her to her car. She declined.
The only thing that occupied the lot when Megan had entered the store was her sedan and the streetlamp. As she exited the store, three things were present in the wet lot: her sedan, the streetlight, and a shadow. The shadow stood just outside of the light of the lamp, only a black mass barely visible. A tangled mess floated above it like pitch black wires bunched up behind a computer.
It was breathing hard. Deep inhales and exhales through the nose, like some kind of animal. Megan sensed it was capable of movement but it remained still.
Megan took a slight step backwards toward the store. The shadow followed. Megan took a bigger, more desperate step back. With a splash so did the shadow. Refusing to turn her back to it, she tried to shuffle backwards to the store. The shadow went sniff, sniff! and replicated her every step.
The black mass had moved in-and-out of the light at this point as it pursued her and revealed it’s identity.
It was a deer.
The plastic bags that had been shaking in her trembling hands slowed as her dread turned into concerned wonder. What was a deer doing this deep in the city? The deer kept approaching at an alarming rate until it towered over her. This was a big one, the thirteen points of his horns pierced the midnight sky.
She tried to relax her body language and be as lax as possible. “Hi there?” She tried to say it in a calm manner but it came out sounding like she was talking to her dog.
It scowled and drooled at her feet. The pace of his sniffing quickened and his eyes darted to and fro until his gaze became fixated on the bags in her hand.
“I want it,” the deer spoke.
“Excuse me?!”
The Hunger
“I want that.” the towering buck continued.
“What do you-” She was interrupted.
“I want that bag!” The deer exploded with rage at being questioned.
“Why?” She was asking more of why it was talking but he interpreted as ‘Why do you want the bag’.
“I require nourishment!” He pushed her over with his nose and started nuzzling into the sack. Her butt took the brunt of the fall and pulsated with pain.
Megan watched in horror as the animal scarfed down her hot dogs, plastic and all. Then going towards the Pop-Rocks and the marshmallows and scarfing them down too. “This pleases me.”
“Ok, you ate my groceries…” There was a pause. “Can I go now?”
“Don’t tell anyone.” This guy demanded authority.
“I wasn’t planning on it.” She realized that the way she was speaking, she seemed very relaxed. Which was in total contrast to the lack of understand she owned to this situation.
“You must keep your mouth quiet.”
“I will?” She attempted to stand.
He picked up one of his front hooves and struck her across the face. “I will ensure you keep your lip zipped!”
Zipped Lip Beating - +1 Strength (Standard)
The unrecognizable mess that used to be Megan secreted blood across the wet blacktop. The deer licked nacho cheese from the broken jar in her bag, “Peasant”.
The last customer in the store exited and froze at the sight of the deer with the cheese covered snout and the bloody pile next to it. She dropped her paper sacks and fled the area on foot. The deer peered up from his dinner and investigated what spoils were in the brown bags.
“Ugh! Lettuce?! Kale? Ludicrous!”
He trotted off into the late night.
