Novel & Cerita Drunk Deer

There are mule deer, antelope, and other tasty prey in abundance. The mule deer buck wasn't supposed to hurt me, but I was sloppy and overconfident. I hadn't hunted such big prey alone, but the animal was limping, and I was hungry. I thought the deer would bolt when it saw me leaping for him. I was already in the air before I realized I was wrong. He twisted, his horns slamming into my chest. One tine broke off between my ribs as he flung me aside. I crashed heavily to the ground while the buck limped away.

She closed her eyes and felt herself slide loose inside. Jesse Kretch lurched from his truck’s cab into the middle of Clarke Street. Bone-weary from pulling extra shifts at the lumber mill, mind clouded by too little sleep and too many beers, Jesse stared at the fluffy pink mound crumpled atop the embankment alongside Black Creek Bridge. Disjointed puzzle pieces from the last few minutes fell into place. He squinted as he stumbled toward the pile of pink fur . . . please be a deer please be a deer oh God be a deer please

My thoughts get more mucked up as I shower and start to get ready for the day. I joined a University here in Draphend to try and fit in as much as possible while I'm here. The university has some very interesting courses regarding myths, legends, and the supernatural. Maybe I can find out more about myself while I'm here. I have so many questions I need answers to. Once Mr. Draven informed me they were vampires I read as much as I could on the topic in their library downstairs. Mr. Draven assured me that I was safe as they no longer dined on humans but instead hunted animals to quench their thirst for blood. I assured him I felt in no danger but I still wanted to know everything I could and

Rio dropped low, balanced on the balls of his feet. The sweet, iron scent of blood hit him in waves, sharp and intoxicating. The deer bolted. Without thinking, without choice, Rio lunged. Branches tore at his skin and soaked him in mud. His breath came out ragged and wild. Three powerful strides later, he crashed into the deer’s flank, sending them both tumbling into the muck. The animal kicked and thrashed, hooves slashing his side. Pain burned, but he barely noticed. He locked his iron grip around the deer’s neck.