Goddess Of The Mist (Myanmar)

[Klomonx]

With deer, one always wants to stay hidden. To blend in with the rest of the heard, and always remain that way. If a predator comes, you want to run. The feeling of running, it is both an expiration of fear, and that of joy. In its prime, a deer is very fast, and can out-run most predators. However, as it ages, the deer becomes less and less fast. Eventually, one wrong move, and the predator has its fangs wrapped around your throat. That was the life of a deer, and that was it. At least with a deer, your senses work. If you cannot outrun a predator, maybe you'll hear, scent, or see them first. Maybe. The game was a game of chance.

Out of all of these, not hearing the predator was most unnerving. Silence quickly gives one the instinct that he or she is being watched, or that something is waiting. Waiting for the exact moment to strike. That is why a deer pays such close attention to their environment. One blade of broken grass can mean the difference between life or death. And, when you are a bright pelted, piebald deer-half white and gray-life and death is always right behind you.

However, Ciervo is not your average piebald deer. Ciervo is a fighter, possibly a killer. She is not afraid of all the predators that most deer are subject to. Ciervo's head was adorned with golden antlers, that were connected to a black metallic mask, that had only slits for her eyes and nostrils. Her back had a spiked saddle, so that it restricted back attacks as best as possible. Last, if all else failed, the metallic hooves, that replaced her original ones, flattened the grass beneath her. Her head lowered to take some of the grass. She was a loner. No herd would take in such a target, nor a target who wanted to fight. A doe was only in existence for the buck; but Ciervo did not care. She was raised to fight back. And darn it-that was what she would do.

A mist was rolling in. A fog, really. It was a very humid day, and Ciervo realized that her already impaired teal eyes-that happened when she had the mask-was now almost so blind that only her Mind's Eye could help her. Her deer instincts kept careful note of any sounds, or smells that were unnatural, while her Mind's Eye told her what the sound was. A bird, for instance, flew over her. Immediately, her instincts kicked in, and Ciervo lifted her head, arching it to support toe antlers. 'Its a bird of prey,' she thought, 'I don't hear any flapping.' Birds produce no real smell, so she gazed up at it, and shut her eyes. 'I sense it, a hawk? Thats what it must be. Its searching..but it cannot see. Searching for what? Must be food. Thats why you should be the prey once in awhile, prey can easily find food.' Ciervo lowered her head back down again, she almost blended in with the thick fog, on this early morning.

[Gomez]

<sub>Thoughts of his family krept in again. All the time he had shared with them, and then, at the last moment, he was banished. He often wondered if his mate and pups missed him. Then again, the leader of their pack probably convinced them that their father was an evil dog, and that his mind corroded after all those hunting trips. The usual adrenaline he had gotten for hunting had finally rushed to his head, and made him attack upon impulse. Thus, this now made him dangerous, and only for a stray's concern, not for a mighty packland.

As he glanced through the fog, he snarled lightly, but lowly. He would kill that Doberman if he ever had the chance. The situation would only make everything worse, and make those lies he had befallen on his family true, if there were any. Ever since he had left the packland, Myanmar had dificulty trying to find food. Nearly all he could catch by himself were small prey, like mice or shrews, maybe a fish and bird every now and then. This food would barely last him much longer, he could always taste deer, boar, or a large waterfowl.

Myanmar knew that if he wanted to survive the tortures of being a stray dog, he had to manage a pack, or join one. Nothing like the pack he had been banished from. No pack big, organized, many hunters, a leader with subordinates. Just a small, possibly bachelor pack, that ran around all the time. Only a few members, mostly males, since he decided that females just slowed down anything they were a part of.

The Akita growled and shook his head. This fog was getting to his senses. Though he could smell something different in the area. It wasn't anything like a dog, though metal was mixed into the scent. How odd. He listened carefully, and then his head shot over to a tree, seeing a squirrel on the ground, scattering to get some food. Myanmar's stomach nearly shouted at him, and in desperation, he jumped quickly. The squirrel, being near the trees, and having the upper advantage, grabbed a sort of nut and then jumped up to the tree, and disappearing in it's many branches. Myanmar ran into the tree, and he sat back, his head lowering and he rubbed it with a free paw. He grunted to himself, he swore he could hear that vermit snickering at him.

Myanmar's ears quirked, and he raised his head quickly. That strange scent was back again, and it was much closer, and stronger. Though everything was quiet. After a moment of studying the scent, and trying to recall what it reminded him of, his stomach growled, it knew the answer. Deer, and it was a doe. He licked his muzzle, and stood again. The benefit of it being a doe, was not having to worry about a buck's large antlers, that could slice a dog wide open. All he needed to concern himself were the hooves. Finally, something to eat. He padded to the direction where the scent was coming from, already having a strong feeling of self-recognition.</sub>

[Klomonx]

Ciervo's ears flicked wildly, as they tried to search for a disturbance. A disturbance in anything; sounds, smells, feelings, taste, or sight-anything could aide her. Not being in a herd was fine when you wanted to be alone-but was dangerous when a predator insisted that he or she wanted to eat you. Of course, a loner deer should have some sort of way to fend for them self-and sense loner deer seem to be male, it was only logical that those antlers were worth it. They sometimes caused Ciervo neck pain, but for the most part she dealt with the pain when she remembered that they were her greatest defense. In a herd, at least, at least you had some warning of a predator. A very observant deer would catch a glimpse of a wolf's pelt, or a disturbance to the small animals near by, who fled at the smallest disturbances.

Without that, Ciervo had to be her own protector, watchmen, and fighter. Instead of defending a whole herd-she simply had to defend herself. Of course this was easy and hard at the same time. She had less to worry about-but also was more likely to die. She couldn't loose one day, and carry on fine the next. No, if she lost one day-that was it, game over. She took a few more blades of grass, and then inhaled. 'That smell..' It was a ground dweller, and that caused her to lift her head, and look around. 'A wolf? No-its no wolf.' Ciervo blinked with frustration. It was rare that a lone canine came around to hunt. So Ciervo was a little confused at that. 'Then what is it? A cat?' For a split second, her spirits rose, maybe it was her sergeant mother trying to test her? Ciervo's eyes closed, and they shot open again when she heard yet another disturbance.

A rustle of grasses, a jump, a tree's bark. A natural crime scene, yet she heard no squeling or any other rodent noises that came when they were dying. This made her calm down a little, 'whoever it is must be a lousy shot.' Ciervo was still alert though, and did not lower her head again. She closed her eyes and realized both the sound and scent of the predator were growing closer. Ciervo's instinct kicked in. She wanted to flee for her life. Most deer would have been gone at the very first sign, yet Ciervo had faith in her mind's eye, and her fighting skills. They would never let her down. Of course, it never dawned on her that the 'lousy shot' could simply be very hungry.

Ciervo stepped back a little, trying to position herself so that her antlers would face the predator. She still wasn't sure where the creature was, or who it was. 'Its not a wolf, thats for certain. Its not a cat; a cat would have caught that rodent.' Ciervo continued to wonder what it was. She wasn't certain what direction this predator was coming from, either. A deer's instinct is to run; not fight back. Ciervo's senses were greatly distorted at her instinctive fear. 'What is it then? Its no bird, no cat..' Ciervo then lowered her head, trying to get a look of at least the feet of this predator. When she lowered her head, the scent and sound of the predator hit her like an arrow. She tensed, once again because of her instincts.

'Its a dog!' Naturally, a lone dog was something to make Ciervo afraid. Humans may be nearby, and worse, a human with a gun. Ciervo had no herd to blend in with, and her odd coloration simply slapped her in the face. He instincts made her heart pound faster, even though she was afraid of the nonexistent humans, she was ready to fight this dog. Dogs did not scare her, nor did wolves or felines. Only bears and humans truly made her afraid; she wasn't afraid of the dog-simply its master. Ciervo exhaled heavily, almost like a snort, as she raised her head, ready to attack this dog one-on-one. She tried to push the existence of the humans out of her head. Humans were poor hunters in fog; she had that to her advantage. Only her armor was the way to see her, the rest of her was nearly invisible tot he eye. Sadly, a dog does not go by sight, but by scent.

[Gomez]

<sub>For Myanmar, being a dog and having his monotone black and white vision, he would probably barely even see the deer that was ever so close to him. The only thing he would be able to noticed were her antlers, though he wasn't searching for antlers. This could get him in trouble for injury. He rose his head quickly, listening for any kind of sound, and he sniffed the air. The deer was close, very close. This blasted fog wasn't helping him one bit.

Then, hearing a quick sound, he froze. It sounded like a thud from a large animal, though it was more faint and barely noticeable. The animal had just taken a step. Myanmar still stayed frozen, and listened again. No other animals were around, no dogs, no other prey except for the occasional bird or floor scurrier. A fly buzzed past, since it was summer, it was common for a pest to disturb you during your hunt.

When he believed he had his prey right infront of him, ready for the taking. He held his breath, and darted foreward. It was a few feet, and he lowered his body to the ground. A deer's body was huge, it would be almost foolish to be able to miss their bulky bodies. The instant he felt his stomach touch the grass blades, he jumped up and narrowed the distance between his front legs so his strike would be more elevated. He jaws were opened wide, and he closed his eyes to sheild them from any damage incase this deer would kick him with it's back or front legs.</sub>

[Klomonx]

A shift in the wind, a parting in the fog, and a rustle of the grass. It was like a gun going off, and immediately, Ciervo reacted. First, the grass's movement told her which direction the dog was in. She was correct in where the dog was, so she kept her metallic hooves rooted to the spot, ready for the impact. A shift in the wind, told her the dog was jumping, nearing her. Ciervo then undid her hooves rooting, she would need to counter that. A parting of the fog; when the dog came in sight, and Ciervo saw the eyes of Myanmar. The dark brown eyes seemed to be never ending pits when his red fur blasted at her like blood.

Ciervo's tail shot up, as white tailed deer's tails do. Her eyes widened a moment, they were able to see at least, the shape, size, and color of Myanmar. Her head instinctively angled so that her antlers were like thorns awaiting him. Of course, Ciervo's lowered head was in a fine position, but by raising it a little, it was better placed. Ciervo's impaired eyes narrowed. 'It is a dog!' She thought, 'so where are the humans?' Ciervo was preparing herself for a fight. Most predators were surprised when their prey fought back. And Ciervo was fine with that, she enjoyed the heat of battle more then anything in the world.

If deer vocalized, she would have. However deer are usually silent, and only a small grunt could be heard from her, as her body began to prepare itself for impact. Ciervo's ears flicked back toward the back of her skull. She exhaled heavily again, almost like a snort, and her eyes closed, so that no blood would fall into them; if any blood was to be had. Ciervo then charged forward, and launched herself in a head-but, angled at Myanmar.

[Gomez]

<sub>The result of his attack. He ended up missing his target by a few inches, and ended up colliding with the deer's antlers. While he was attacking, it was too late to fall to the ground when he finally realized there were antlers on this doe. Such a suprise. What was worse, they weren't normal antlers. They were made out of a material that he would suspect from the humans. The points on the rack were sharper than barbs.

Myanmar yelped, as he fell to the ground right infront of the deer. It took him a moment before he finally realized what had happened to him, as he pelt a few spots of pain into his chest and side. He turned his head quickly, and looked upon the deer that he had tried attacking. It seemed almost like a phantom. Never had he seen a prey animal in that coloration. And it's eyes gleamed through the fog. Never had he seen eyes that bright, and strange. How could this deer have lived this long, if it was white and gray? Especially in that pattern. And then the antlers. They confused him. The scent proved that it was a doe, it had to be. Though as he looked more, they seemed to be strapped onto the does head. Was this deer a pet of humans?

Now he was feeling the pain, and he turned to see the wounds he had gained. His side had two small, but deep gashes. His chest hurt even more, and he didn't even want to see what had happened to him there. What he knew was his legs weren't injured, and he could get away if he tried enough. Seeing the hooves before him, seeing they ended in sharp, stricken points, his front legs pushed foreward. They planted on the ground and pulled his body foreward, hoping he wouldn't recieve any more injuries.</sub>

[Klomonx]

Collision. Ciervo's hooves moved a little when they hit the dog. Ciervo felt them gash the predator, and that only made her want to fight more. Ciervo felt some blood drip off the antlers and onto her mask. Ciervo shook her head a little, it shook her spine and head a lot, as being a doe she was not used to head collisions-even if the antlers were not connected to her head. Ciervo heard the yelp, and looked toward Myanmar to see what damage she had caused the predator.

She gave him a few nasty gashes on his side, and on his chest it seemed was the worst. However, she had missed his legs, so he could easily come back and attack her. Ciervo was not all that good in very close range battles. Only her metallic hooves were a good attack then. Her antlers would be to hard to manage if she tried to gorge him again. However, adrenaline was pumping into her; and the fight or flight response was an easy one for Ciervo. Fight.

Ciervo backed up into the mist, her ears marking if the dog moved or not. She inhaled, almost fully vanishing in the mist-only her antlers seemed to truly stick out. The rest of her mostly-white body was almost invisible. Ciervo heard the dog move, as if he was going to charge again. And again, Ciervo ran toward the sound of the dog's paws, and the scent of the dog. 'Watch it,' Ciervo reminded herself, 'he won't be as surprised this time.' Ciervo's hooves rang out like hammers, as they hit the ground and crushed anything beneath it-not many ants lived after she stepped on them. Ciervo was still a deer, however. She was still skittish, and all her instincts went off into her heard. They all told her to run, told her that this dog was a killer; and was going to hunt her. She wasn't really afraid of that, what really spooked her was that no humans had shown themselves.

'Is it a trap?' She thought to herself, as her eyes closed. 'If it is-theres no doubt they'll find me once their hunting dog lays a wound on me.' Ciervo was not resilient to pain, no prey animals are. Pain hits them, and usually that pain kills them. If they are running, pain makes them blind. If they escape death once-they are the main target for the next predator who comes their way.

[Gomez]

<sub>He had escaped successfully with his own life. He had to be careful, since he wasn't sure of the nature with the average deer. Does were the more likely to run away, where males had an advantage with their huge antlers. It made then act cocky, and gave them the belief that they could push over any predator that came in their way. Myanmar had to be careful, as he could feel the hooves on the doe slam into the soil. Those, like her antlers, were not normal either. It was like they were made out of bricks.

As Myanmar moved away from the doe and stopped, trying to stay still so the doe wouldn't get a sense of where he was located, he could barely see her through the thick mist. As long as he kept quiet, he could have a moment to think. He could just let her pass by and not risk getting anymore injuries, but he was hungry, and hunger could get the best of anyone. The doe was a fairly large animal, and deer had lo ng stilt-like legs. If they were damaged, she wouldn't be able to last very long on her own. Those legs were just as dangerous as they were vunerable. One kick and Myanmar could be unconcious, and that would give her the chance to gore him badly, almost enough to kill him.

Maybe he could confuse her. He wasn't very sure if the plan he had would really work, though it was worth a shot. If she couldn't see well, no doubt she would have better than usual kind of hearing. Looking around, and keeping his breath silent, he grit his fangs and dealt with the pain in his chest and ribcage. So far, nothing seemed to be broken. He darted suddenly, and ran at a comfortable pace around the doe. Making circles, he simply ran around her, hoping it would make the impression that not only him, but another dog could be involved in this hunt as well. This would be a diversion for him to attack her from the backlegs and grasp onto their tender muscles, or her stomach which lead to her intestines. Any loss of an internal injury would take any animal down.</sub>

[Klomonx]

The sounds vanished. Ciervo froze, her tail was now standing straight up, and her legs tensed. 'I don't hear him.' Ciervo thought, she could not see him-but she could smell him. The dog was still there, but where? Signs flashed in her head. They told her to run. Told her that the predator was simply waiting for her. This was a trap. She had to get out of there. Red flags that were imprinted in her head shot off. 'I have to ignore them, its only a dog, and only one at that.' Ciervo still wasn't sure about that. Not many predators-especially canines-were lone hunters. She thought that this dog was a hunting dog. However, she realized she had not heard, or smelled any humans.

Ciervo became silent as well, her head twisting around, trying to locate Myanmar. Her hooves were planted on the ground. 'That dog is still here, but where is he?' Ciervo tried to locate him with her mind's eye. He was moving, that was sure. But where was he? He was close-but that did nothing. Was he North? South? East? West? Ciervo couldn't detect him, and she realized that it may already be to late to do anything about it. The dog was planning something. 'This isn't a hunting dog, or at least not a hound I've ever seen.' Ciervo thought, 'does that mean he's part of a pack? But-I don't hear any others.' Ciervo realized that Myanmar was to close to be worth trying to detect with her mind's eye. 'The devil!' Ciervo cursed. This dog was tricking her, she was trapped.

Suddenly, she heard movements. 'He's within biting range, he is so close, I can smell it.' Ciervo's ears flicked wildly. He was running around her, again, again and again. She couldn't figure if any other dogs had joined him. Her instincts said yes, another dog had joined him. But then why hadn't she been attacked? Ciervo was awfully confused. Packs of dogs worked in a team, they did not try to confuse her. Hunters tried that-tried to lure her. 'It doesn't matter what they're trying to do, that dog has tricked me.' She kept hearing the paws circling her. She was not smarter than other deer-she did not think to count how many she heard, or to see if she could smell any other dogs. Her instincts were simply telling her she was caught. She could either dart off in fear, or try to at least attack the dog-or dogs.

'They're just running in circles around me.' Ciervo thought, 'I can't just stand here!' Ciervo shook her head, and simply began to circle in place, while Myanmar ran a circle around her, Ciervo turned her body in a circle. It was not as fast as Myanmar-and nor was it following him. She just had to keep moving. Deer are skittish, and Ciervo's best bet would be to keep alert, not simply in fear. Any fighting animal knew that. 'I need to show these predators that I'm not going down so easily. I doubt they even know that my back is virtually untouchable with the spikes laced on it.' Ciervo did not even think about guarding her legs. Her metallic hooves, in her mind, made any chance of being attacked at the legs a stupid and costly move.

[Gomez]

<sub>Myanmar continued still the circle around the deer. As it began rotating, but not as quickly as Myanmar had been running, he smirked. This could be a sign of the doe's confusion, or her instinct that remained with any prey animal, to turn and run while they still had their life. Even as he seemed to make his target confused and scared, you couldn't be too careful. Mostly, when an animal is threatened with it's life and is determined to survive, that's when they are the most dangerous. This one was no exception, especially with the weapons that it had. Myanmar had to be especially careful. One wrong move, and he might not even make it off the antlers.

Doing this act, it reminded him that he was going to try and live with a small pack of other dogs. The only way a hunt could be greatly successful, was if there was more than one hunter involved. All canines with one idea and plan, working together. Indeed, if he had been with other dogs, this doe might've already been a skeleton by now. Dry bone mixing with the soft soil, the bones and scraps left for the scavengers to nibble at.

Then, a stinging reminder told him that he didn't have much time to play with his food. The pains in his chest from the earlier goring were becoming more strong and heavy as they were redundant. Laying his ears back, and noticing that not only were his injuries were getting to him, but exaustion was finding its way to him. Taking in a deep, quick breath, he still circled around the doe, but approached into her direct surrounding. Now, he was literally feet away from the doe's powerful legs, that could still knock him unconcious. Turning to one of her sides, he decided that he would use his sepcial attack that he didn't think of very often. Rarely would he use this, only to get him out of a sticky situation with a dog that was larger than he was. Charging at their stomachs and mauling out their guts, or whatever organ his fangs would find first. He stopped circling, and when he had all four paws planted on the ground, and his momentum still at it's fullest, he leapt low to the ground, and attempted to turn his body sideways, while his jaws were once more open. They were aimed at her soft stomach, and he closed his eyes, protecting them, incase they were to come across a sharp hoof.</sub>

[Klomonx]

((OOC: Sorry if this seems sort of unfair, but I promise she won't be able to escape like that again.))

As the circling continued, Ciervo tried to realize what was going on. She still had not been attacked, 'the dogs should get tired soon..right?' Ciervo was not sure how to react. She needed to keep her mind focused on the fight, and had to be ready to teach these dogs that this deer was not going down so easily. Ciervo's ears then detected that the dogs were slowing down. However, Ciervo also realized that the paces were not uneven-in other words, the dogs did not slow down at different times. Myanmar may have been loosing strength from running around, but Ciervo then realized that there had only been one dog there the whole time. 'That dog tricked me,' Ciervo's ears flicked in anger, and her tail that was standing straight up fell. She hated knowing that a predator had only only lead her into a trap but also that she fell for it. Suddenly, Ciervo realized that she could feel the wind around her.

This meant that Myanmar was now deadly close to her. Most deer were dead at this point, yet Ciervo remained alive. She continued to also circle, but because she was slower, Ciervo had no need to slow down. 'I wonder what sound the metallic hooves will make when they crush this dog's bones?' The joy of fighting clouded her judgment, and if she were a dog-her tail would have began to wag. Suddenly; the sounds stopped. The moment Ciervo no longer detected the sound of Myanmar running around her, she also froze. He was to close for her to detect what side he was coming at-but she knew it had to be from the side. She had no real defense on the side.

She heard the ground kick up from where Myanmar was, and knew that he was launching at the vulnerable area. Her brain flicked from fight to flight, and immediately, she lifted herself onto her two hind legs. Her instinct was much faster at reacting then her battle instinct. Her mind was not one that planned. When Myanmar jumped, launching forward-and when Ciervo reared up-they were less then seconds apart. Myanmar did not make contact, but just barely. Ciervo had felt his body go past her in the fog, the red fur caught her attention. Ciervo did not think to try to use her hooves; if she did she may have killed Myanmar. However, now that Ciervo was standing, she was even more of a target. She kept her balance a few more seconds, before landing heavily on her hooves. The ground seemed to ring out in pain at the metallic hooves hitting it. She was now a sitting duck. If Myanmar turned around and attacked, there was no way she could move or dodge again. She was to close for any of her defenses to work. Ciervo could not fight well in close combat. Now, she was like every other doe out there, who dies before their first fawn.

[Gomez]

<sub>As he passed under the doe, time seemed to go by slowly. His eyes widened, and his pupils shrank in suprise. The deer made a quick reaction, something lucky on her part. He also knew that if she decided to step her front hooves down right as he was passing under her, it could've been the death of him. All animals had to make a risk when they were hungry. It was a common fact that made up survival.

When Myanmar landed on his paws, he was only a few feet away. Looking at the doe, as she was partly covered in the fog and mist, she didn't move at all. This could've been the perfect moment for Myanmar, and he could get his meal, and maybe his meal for the next few weeks, if he didn't mind the rotting flesh over time. But he remained still, panting. He had run for a few minutes at a constant pace. That took most of his strength and energy. Times like this, he wished that he was a breed of dog that was trained to run for a long registered time. Though the only setback with those dogs was that their bites and 'death holds' weren't very impressive. That made up for his loss of speed.

Myanmar was shocked at himself. He thought he would have that deer dead as well. Though he had to hand it to the animal, it was experienced in fighting, even if only for it's life, that's why she lasted for so long. As for Myanmar, he was trained by his pack, but he simply didn't have enough endurance to hunt big game by himself. He stared at the doe, and then he lied down, panting heavily, his tongue lolling out from the side of his wide muzzle. His energy was gone, and the deep wounds in his chest and side were nothing but a burden to his hunt. As he was thinking, the most he could do was to leap up at the throat of this animal, and attempt to have a death grip on the neck. By then he would be truely exausted, the rest of his energy being wasted on his mouth. He needed a little energy just to make it somewhere safe. He rested his head down, whimpering. Never would he have thought that he would be doing this, showing submission to a deer, among all animals out there. Really the only animal you could even consider showing submission to was a boar or a bear, because they're naturally larger and more dangerous, not to be messed with.</sub>

[Klomonx]

Ciervo's ears flicked, as she began to recover from the fear that had attacked her so heavily. Fear was often the death of prey animals, all that it took was one bad bite, or one bad shock-and they were so afraid and startled that their body just stopped. Their heart would meet its limit, and the animal would simply give out. This happened when Ciervo was in close calls, or with a very strong fighter. She always experienced fear when fighting-but only in the tough fights. Like this one, and maybe when Ciervo was older, this high amount of fear would cause her heart to give out, but for today, at least she was okay. Ciervo's legs were also sore. They were used to running, and used to walking with the metallic hooves. The pain was from landing on her metallic hooves. It sent a small shock up her front legs, and it would take a few moments for her body to recover from her weight coming tumbling down on her legs.

Ciervo tried to see the red smudge in the mist, and slowly, she would make out the color. He seemed to be standing-just feet from her. Ciervo's head was turned to face the red smudge. She blinked, as if waiting for him to attack again, not realizing that he was tired out. Ciervo's ears flicked, 'he's not moving. Is he dead?' Ciervo shook the idea out of her head, 'dogs don't die so easily, and I only got one shot at him, my hooves didn't even graze his back. Is he trying to trick me again?' A small grunt came from her throat, 'not again he isn't.'

Her ears flicked again when she heard the grass below Myanmar shift, and panting came to her ears. 'He's that tired out? He's giving up the fight?' Ciervo seemed to be waiting. She seemed to expect Myanmar to attack her the moment she approached him. Her ears then picked up the sound of the dog whimpering. She blinked, confused by this dog's odd reactions. 'He can't possibly be giving up, not in the heat of battle.' Ciervo slowly approached the red smudge, and she carefully lowered her head down, so that the mask was now right in front of the dog. Ciervo's eyes looked at Myanmar's, as if trying to see if he would react or not. Ciervo grunted, and walked around him in the other direction. She wasn't sure what to make of this dog, or what to do about him. Ciervo's head leaned away from Myanmar, and she seemed to be trying to figure out whether or not he was still a threat, or is his submission was to be authentic. Even more so, Ciervo wondered if she should let him be-or end him. 'It wouldn't be very fair,' Ciervo thought to herself, 'but-if I was the one submitting, I doubt he'd let me live.' And that was fact, more then ninety percent of the time-predators killed the weakened and submitting prey. Ciervo snorted out, and she seemed to be on the fence between giving him one final blow, or letting him walk away clean.

'Predators hunt, I have no need for him.' Ciervo thought, maybe it would be what the lioness would want her to do. After all, the lioness had not eaten her when given he chance-so Ciervo so no reason why she should attack the dog. 'I doubt he'll simply try to attack me again, if so-' Ciervo's ears flicked with pride, 'I'll simply beat him down again.' Ciervo backed away from Myanmar, and walked a little ways away from him, almost vanishing into the mist. Only her antlers were clearly seen as she began to graze again, still alert, and still looking around, seeing if anything was out of place.

[Gomez]

<sub>Relaxing for that small bit helped Myanmar get his senses back into the sort of reality again. Though he stayed still, putting up the display that he did not want to fight, he couldn't believe that he was doing this, but it was for his own good if he ever wanted to escape from this, with all of his organs inside. He wanted to see if he could hunt by himself, and he got his answer. He was too inexperienced to be hunting alone, more specifically with this kind of game. Game that would fight back. Game that had dangerous weapons, and had developed it's own fighting techniques.

Time seemed to be frozen as the deer approached him and looked him over. He hoped that his whining somehow brought him mercy from the animal. Myanmar had no sense of what the doe was thinking or planning. He knew that letting her get time to gather herself up, while during that moment was the best time for him to latch onto her neck and get it over with. That whole act was a stupid move, and while his body was concentrating on its own injuries, this deer would be able to kill him if it desired.

A moment passed, and the deer turned the other way. Myanmar didn't know how to feel about it. He felt grateful, that even with the weapons that could've taken his life in a second, this animal of prey spared him. Then again, he would go hungry now, and that angered him. Also, with this fight now truely settled, he felt incomplete. He still had his life, and he could still feel his soul inside his body. Watching the deer walk away now, acting like he had never existed, he stood up, pain striking his body like a punch, he whimpered. Panting lightly, he turned the other way, and stopped, taking a look back at the deer. "I don't think I would've been able to kill you." He said, saying a statement that was obvious in the moment. He wasn't sure if the deer heard him, or even understood him. He never tried speaking out to prey before. Regardless whether it did hear him or not, he turned, and padded away, with a limp in his stride.</sub>