It was the Hunting season, a great time to get out and bathe in the warm air, surrounded by trees and all that mother nature had given for an occasion such as this. The Hunter, bold, strong, and filled with such high standards. He grabs his tools of choice and sets off. When he arrived, his energy grew evermore when he stepped out and ran vigorously into the deep dark forest.

Holding his Rifle in hand, he wasted no time, zooming to and passing trees until he had found the spot where he would hide every year. He Loaded his Gun and waited. These woods were the perfect place for deer to show, nine out of ten, there was usually one or two deers -maybe 'four' if lucky- that would come into the area, completely unaware of what was to happen to them next.

The Hunter waits patiently for his prey, his fire only getting more hotter with his index finger resting eagerly at the trigger. But as time passed, no Deer was in sight. The Hunter was confused by this, knowing that these woods had deer roaming all over, but something felt different, almost off.

Reluctantly, he walks away from his favorite spot, venturing even deeper into the woods, confident he would find the deer somewhere else.

He searched, losing all track of time until he realized that it was now night. Exhausted, and filled with disappointment, he walked the other way and decided to call it a night, until he turned his head and saw movement in the forest, seeing an outline of that of a deer. In sight of this, The Hunter's fire began to blaze once more. He held up his gun and gave chase. He ran blindly in the dark, seeing only small snippets of the prey he was chasing after. He didn't know where it was going, and he didn't care, for all he was concerned about was the hunt.

Eventually, The Hunter finds himself in an unknown part of the forest, a part that he had no recollection of being at. He would find the Outlined Deer, who stood in silence. The Hunter was ready to fire, but before he could take the shot, but as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could then see clearly at what he was looking at. No words could describe it, a writhing, thundering mass that was neither an animal or a human, what it was, was a thing that could not be given shape. He watched as it chowed down on something in the dark. It sounded squishy and meaty. The Hunter backed up, only to unintentionally step on a branch and give away his position. The thing perks its long ragged neck and turns to meet with The Hunter's eyes, having now found its new prey.