The Stag Lovers
#1 of Poems and Personal Quotes
Just something I wrote a long time ago to practice descriptive writing. I know the grammar and such are probably not up to par, but I really did enjoy writing this piece when I did. I hope you all enjoy it as well.
Light. There it was in the cool darkness of the night. The silvery tones of the moon swept across the land revealing everything from the abyss of black. Luscious trees shaded the forest floor and helped the creatures of day sleep and the creatures of the night wake.
A pale figure, a young woman, was kneeling, her spine facing towards you. A flowing and golden mane lay draped across her shoulders. Upon this woman's back there lay a light silver blue form. As the moon hid behind the wispy night clouds the figure's color became more vivid to the eye and revealed a prancing stag adorned in tribal etching. Soon the woman turned and her eyes shown with the same silvery blue glow as the figure upon her back. The darkness enhances her glare as she looks onward. Steam flowed from her mouth as she stood looking up to the moon as it peaked out from behind the mare's tails in the sky. The female stood there, a fine specimen to behold. Her skin bare and shown explicitly through lack of clothing. She gazed onto her surrounding like an animal on the lookout for predators. On her torso the body art continued down her chest and belly until it stopped at her belly button at the heed of a stag's hoof print. Ignoring the glow upon her body she continued to search around.
She kneel down again glancing at the imprints that marked the feet of something that stood there before her. She gently touches the marks with her fingertips and pulls them up to her nose as she flinched in disgust from what she sensed. human she thought to herself as she set back. To her surprise she found herself face to face with a creature she didn't expect.
There stood a Red Stag. His horns reaching near as tall as the branches above him, his chest is proud and his back is just, as you look on, you find that is muscular legs make him a fearsome opponent. It slowly walks towards the pale woman as it then bows its head letting his entire body join in the effort. The woman smiled and stroked the face of the mighty beast as it turned from stag to man. Before her now stood a tall red skinned male. His eyed were just as noble as the animal was before him and his body sported muscles any other male would respect. The red skinned man smiled back at the woman and stroked her cheek tenderly with his right hand and kissed her softly on her lips. Suddenly, the tender moment was interrupted with the sound of gunshot.
As both man and woman were startled, they began to run and slowly foot and hand became hoof, and hair became fur, as nose became snout, and the Red and White stag ran hard until they entered the deep wood where no human had ever been and hid.