The Deer

The deer seemed to dance slowly with hesitence from the deep blue hidden brook. Markus' eyes widened from his hiding place within near by bushes, the smell of fresh vegetation and stilled dirt filling his senses. Trying not to make a single movement, he watched as Clove held out his long, pale fingers to the elegant doe.
With a voice that reminded one of sweet raindrops, the young man coaxed and hummed until soft furr touched his fingertips.
Markus observed a silent conversation between the two, as Clove's chesnut eyes fluttered with catch's of sunlight, and his usually stiff, sturdy body, relaxed under his heavy cloack. Despite the confidence in his ablity to conceal himself, Markus could feel an itch on his ankle that was probably caused by a myschevious twig. With experience, he was able to keep perfectly still, even after the doe had darted back into the cover of the thick wood.
"Our pursurers are not far from here," Clove finally declared, folding his hands and staring off into the forest with a dreamy look.
Emerging from his hiding place, Markus took a quick look around with calm movements. "And, what of shelter?"
His eyes slowly shut for a moment, and then opened for his response. "There are cosmos ruins north west of here."
The young warrior's eyes widened. "We can't go there."
"I assure you, there's nothing you should fear, but of course it's you're choice."
Markus stared at the back of Clove's head for a moment, short blonde strands emerged fondly in the sunlight. A feeling of anger bubbled in his stomach before speaking.
"Is there any other choice?"
"None."
Nodding, Markus unshethed his sword and held it towards Clove with a somber, yet apologetic look. "Then lead the way."

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