Sep 2, 2026 · 37 min · 9 segments
A strange deer looks for something to eat. *CW: Possession, cannibalism, animal death, gore, body horror, blood, burning flesh, gunshot, infidelity, death by hanging (mention), child abandonment…
The deer with many eyes watches the gathering before it, a herd of its kind, its family, returning home from a nightly graze.
The deer's many eyes blink at this display.
While it had sampled the planet's many herbivorous options, a nibble of a tree bark here, a bite of a leaf there, none could quench its hunger.
a glorious meal, but not one that will heal its throbbing wound.
The deer with many eyes becomes hungry once again.
Its many stomachs, bottomless pits gnaw at it from the inside.
It's a hard thing to ignore, hunger, and the deer with many eyes rarely ignores such calls.
It will never be satisfied.
And that, the deer with many eyes thought, that was a blessing and a curse in disguise.
Ah, yes, I can see it now.
The creature does have a name after all.
Or a title, rather.
The one who eats and eats and eats.
How disgustingly straightforward.
Does it think itself a god? Mortals would be wise to not travel the woods at night.
But not that one.
Not the hunter.
The deer with many eyes turns his attention to the noise.
Then it takes a moment to pick at what was left of the bones, lapping up soil-soaked grain matter.
It had eaten the boy the young witch referred to as Augustus Harbour from the inside out.
It had nestled into his soft tissues, it had seen his thoughts, it had used his voice, and since then it craved more, more, more.
The deer with many eyes does not know what to make of this strange world.
There is no known cell for its injury.
Its energy depletes with each step, but it pushes on.
It will do what it does best, even if doing so tears it apart.
The deer with many eyes watches the gathering before it, a herd of its kind, its family, returning home from a nightly graze.
The deer's many eyes blink at this display.
While it had sampled the planet's many herbivorous options, a nibble of a tree bark here, a bite of a leaf there, none could quench its hunger.
a glorious meal, but not one that will heal its throbbing wound.
The deer with many eyes becomes hungry once again.
Its many stomachs, bottomless pits gnaw at it from the inside.
It's a hard thing to ignore, hunger, and the deer with many eyes rarely ignores such calls.
It will never be satisfied.
And that, the deer with many eyes thought, that was a blessing and a curse in disguise.
Ah, yes, I can see it now.
The creature does have a name after all.
Or a title, rather.
The one who eats and eats and eats.
How disgustingly straightforward.
Does it think itself a god? Mortals would be wise to not travel the woods at night.
But not that one.
Not the hunter.
The deer with many eyes turns his attention to the noise.
Then it takes a moment to pick at what was left of the bones, lapping up soil-soaked grain matter.
It had eaten the boy the young witch referred to as Augustus Harbour from the inside out.
It had nestled into his soft tissues, it had seen his thoughts, it had used his voice, and since then it craved more, more, more.
The deer with many eyes does not know what to make of this strange world.
There is no known cell for its injury.
Its energy depletes with each step, but it pushes on.
It will do what it does best, even if doing so tears it apart.
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